# Neuroomia/Chapter 5

CHAPTER V.
CAPTAIN PERIWINKLE ENJOYS A PROLONGED HOLIDAY.
I was now ready; yes, ready! for I had forgotten nothing. The vehicle, however, was not yet brought up, and as I had nothing else to occupy my attention, I walked into the reception room to have one more look at the mirror. I felt much pleased with myself and my appearance, for I was no longer the Captain Periwinkle who came to Atazatlan about three months before, but the Periwinkle of five-and-twenty years ago. Yes, I had indeed changed. My head was now covered with a thick mass of black hair, and my dark-brown beard and moustache were more glossy than I ever knew them to be before, while my eyebrows and eyelashes were long and smooth. Nor was the change least noticeable in my figure, which had sensibly diminished. I was much thinner, and appeared taller. My muscles were no longer burdened with redundant fat, and I felt extremely active, just in good trim for dancing. Indeed, I felt so much ​that way, that I could not help indulging in a series of leaps occasionally. I examined my toilet very carefully; the fit was perfect. My cloak fell over my shoulders in an elegant manner, and the cap was becoming. I smiled as I intended to smile at the ball, and saw my teeth. They were not full-grown as yet, but very white and even. I shook my feet; everything was right. One more side look at the mirror, and I was leaving the room, when I met Yeyema, who said they were ready.
The party, a small one, consisting of Yeyema, Vandalia, myself, and a few others, ascended the vehicle, and we soon found ourselves driving through Tehana, past the Great Fountain, and on our way to the wharf. On our arrival there, we found Yeyema's launch, the Pelides, waiting for us. I expected the company would be larger. Yeyema, however, informed me that nearly the whole of those who intended going to the ball had already gone.
The trip was a pleasant one. The Pelides cut through the water with wonderful velocity. We passed one of the floating villages on its way to Atazatlan, laden with people, who were having a ball of their own on board, no doubt by way of a preliminary.
​Numbers of fishes of different sizes, and beautifully marked, kept constantly leaping high up out of the water. Some fell on the deck, but leaped back into the sea almost immediately by a peculiar kind of jerk. At the same time a cloud of seabirds, of varied plumage and voice, hovered above and around us. Thus we sped on through fishes and birds, leaving behind us only a long narrow trail to show where we had passed.
Vandalia looked superb, and was cheerful, amusing herself by throwing crumbs to the birds, that eagerly watched every movement of her hand. Yeyema talked much, and appeared very happy, yet on more than one occasion since we left Tehana I noticed a cloud pass over his brow, and wondered why this should be.
Long before we got near Atazatlan, we had to travel at less than half speed, owing to the vast number of ships (all swarmed with people) arriving and departing. Probably a number equal to those arriving were leaving, and on seeking an explanation, Vandalia informed me there were several balls, excursions, picnics, and gatherings of various kinds about to take place in different localities. Even in Atazatlan itself, the President's Ball was not the only attraction. There would be several ​similar and simultaneous gatherings, many of them on a larger and equally grand scale. The President's Ball, however, would take precedence in regard to time, and would be the first to open.
I here made inquiries about the probable belle and the ladies' dresses. She answered that among so many thousands I should find it an impossibility to single out any young lady as being superior in appearance to all the others—their girls were so much alike. Besides, this was a matter that did not attract attention at gatherings in Neuroomia. With regard to dress, they would all be elegantly dressed, and have a holiday appearance. However, if any lady should endeavour to render herself conspicuous by her dress, she would be noted only for her folly.
We were now approaching the city. There was Atazatlan, just as beautiful as when I first beheld it from the mountains. I should soon enter it for the second time, and there probably meet some of my former acquaintances.
Would Louva be at the ball? I asked of myself more than once; and yet there could only be one answer to this query. There was no doubt both she and her father would be present. Sometimes, however, I fancied that I did not feel so ​much interested in her now, that fever having gone a long way towards curing me of my passion for her; and besides, it was said that she had another lover. I had not heard from her since she left Tehana, and felt she must be getting indifferent. However, I determined not to pay her much attention at the ball, but at the same time to take notice of what occurred. In fact, I decided to act the diplomatist in the matter, and await the course of events at present.
My soliloquy was now broken by Vandalia, who asked me some question about my travels. Indeed, we got into such earnest conversation over the matter, that I paid no attention to the people on the jetty we were approaching. Judge my surprise, however, when the boat stopped, to see Louva and her father standing alongside. It appears they were aware of the time we should arrive, and came down to meet us, as Ilaclatella intended to convey us in his own vehicle to the ball. I was glad to see my old friend again. He was as entertaining as ever, and welcomed me back to Atazatlan. Louva looked as lovely as before, and glanced at me very keenly. I knew that she was surprised at the change. However, I pretended not to notice this. She regretted that I had suffered so much, ​congratulated me on my recovery, and complimented me on my appearance. Yet I could not help thinking that she was more reserved than usual.
On our way to the residence of the President, we passed throngs of people going to and fro. Some were walking, but the majority were in vehicles. The city looked gay, and there were signs of happiness on every side. The ladies took their seats in the rear of the vehicle, and kept up a conversation among themselves. We occupied the front, and discussed various matters.
Soon after leaving the city, we entered a forest of many kinds of trees, and went along a winding avenue, ascending higher and higher till we could see the sea and city underneath. I could now see the buildings and people ahead, and wondered we had passed through no gateway. I referred to this, and Yeyema remarked the grounds were not enclosed, as there was no occasion for it. I asked if their animals might not stray into them. He replied the animals cropped the herbage only, and did not injure the trees.
On arrival, I was surprised at the grandeur of the edifice, for as yet I had seen none like it in Neuroomia. The entrance was very wide, and ​supported by enormous pillars, ornamental work and beauty of design being everywhere conspicuous. The extensive lawns were covered with people, who either conversed in groups, or walked through the grounds, whilst vast numbers kept constantly passing in and out of the building. We passed through the multitude, and entered a large room, from which a view could be obtained of several others equally grand. I had never seen anything like them in the world before. The palaces of India faded into insignificance when compared to this. The effect produced upon me was such that I thought the whole more like a dream of some enchanted land than sober reality. We stopped near the centre, where a small group of men were conversing, and Yeyema presented me to Onneyubla, Yuengai or President of Neuroomia for the time being.
On behalf of the people he welcomed me to their territory, then made inquiries about the Penguin and the remainder of the crew. I told him where they were, and he suggested that they also should be brought to Atazatlan. There was nothing very striking in the appearance of this great personage, who was a small man, rather past middle age; yet when he spoke, his voice was ​conciliating and his manner attractable. The cares of office had neither furrowed his brow nor distorted his countenance, and he appeared pleased with himself and his surroundings. Still, notwithstanding his apparently affable and careless disposition, there was something indescribable about him that impressed his hearers and commanded respect.
We did not remain long in his company, but passed into one of the large adjoining rooms, where a banquet was evidently in preparation. This, I understood, was the custom in Atazatlan, and was held by way of a preliminary to the ball. Here I met a large number of persons holding high offices and other responsible positions in the State. There was a large and very long table in the centre of the room, with a number of smaller ones on either side. When all was ready, the President took his seat at the head of the principal, the governors of the different States occupying similar positions at the smaller ones. The tables were attended to by members of both sexes, and a very large number of ladies were present at the banquet.
The President made a short speech, beginning as follows:—
"This year an event has taken place that will form a remarkable chapter in the history of ​Neuroomia—I refer to the arrival of our guest, Captain Periwinkle, from another southern continent almost as large as our own, a great portion of which is now peopled by a race similar to ourselves. As far as we know, the event is without a parallel, and very probably may not be repeated for ages; yet it shows that communication with the other great divisions of our planet is not altogether impossible, although it is known the opportunities occur only at rare intervals. That some of our own people have reached other -lands is beyond question, yet not one has ever been able to return to tell the tale. I trust that Captain Periwinkle will find the conditions of life in Neuroomia sufficiently favourable to induce him to remain with us. However, should he eventually desire to return to his own land, of which he has doubtless many pleasant recollections, the Government will be pleased to assist him in every way possible."
He then referred to the annual ball, the improvements and discoveries of the year, their continued prosperity, the approaching general election, the policy of the Government, and the brightness of their future prospects. The Governors then made short speeches, and the meeting proved a happy affair.
​After the banquet, the people began to stream into the ballroom, where fresh blossoms and growing flowers were displayed in abundance. At a given hour the ball was declared open by the vice-Yuengai, and it was, to say the least of it, a gorgeous spectacle. The enormous size and grandeur of the room, the magnificence of the decorations, the great concourse of people, the splendour of the surroundings, the sweetness of the varied strains of music, and, above all, the wonderful beauty of the women, eclipsed all my former remembrances of similar gatherings.
The music was playing, the people still arriving, and the first dance about to commence. Of course I was not acquainted with it, but I felt elevated; the scene had its effect upon me, and I thought I would like to join. They appeared to be going in couples, so I sought out Vandalia, who became my partner. They formed several rows round the building, then began to move about, at first in what I considered a simple manner, and I got on well; but after a time the rows appeared to get mixed, and the movements became more intricate. They spun round at a rapid rate, and changed partners frequently—indeed, so frequently, that I lost mine altogether, and became giddy. There was a ​peculiarity in the floor that I did not understand; still, I spun round with the others, and got fresh partners. On one or two occasions I nearly lost my balance, but managed to keep up by clinging on to the ladies. However, after an unusually quick spin, I missed my partner and fell heavily to the floor, one young lady tripping over me. I was not, however, allowed to remain long in a prostrate position, for almost immediately I felt some one take hold of my arm with an iron grip, just like the grip of Estas.
On looking up, I found I was right, for it was none other than herself—the lady I had tripped. I endeavoured to wrench my arm from her grasp, but the attempt was useless, for she quickly secured the other, then dragged me a little distance to a seat near the wall, then left me without uttering a word. Of course I was in a rage, and do not remember what I said—probably, however, something that she could not appreciate, for I did not meet her again.
I now rested for a time, contemplating the dance, then passed into the banquet room, where there was a large number of men, who, I understood, never danced, but who nevertheless, judging from their conversation, enjoyed themselves; so I ​remained with them, and related stories of whale-fishing and other adventures, then in turn listened to many happy anecdotes and interesting legends of Neuroomia and its people. However, I was curious to know how things were proceeding in the ballroom, so after some time I returned thither, and took a raised seat near the door. I could now plainly see how absurd it would be for any one to attempt to discover who was belle of this great gathering. Here, indeed, was a beautiful blonde, but then there were several beautiful blondes; and for a moment I supposed there could be none to eclipse the brunette opposite. However, a second glance convinced me of the fallacy of this supposition, for in beauty there were many brunettes equal, if not superior, to her. I noticed Louva, and also noticed that wherever I saw her, she was accompanied by a young man—a stranger to me—and I confess that in reference to her choice I could not appreciate her taste or judgment; for, compared to the other men who were present, it could not be said of her favourite that his appearance was prepossessing. I saw Vandalia occasionally; her company was much sought after. However, there did not appear to be any particular one specially attentive to her. Once or twice Arizenda ​passed close to me, but I did not see her, as I had no desire to renew our acquaintance.
After one of the dances was over, Louva, who happened to be standing near me, remarked that she had not seen me dancing. Of course I was not sorry for this; however, I replied that I had had one. Hereupon we commenced a conversation, and I proposed that we should have a ramble through the grounds together. Here we found many couples, evidently lovers. The surroundings were extremely beautiful, and I felt romantic. I thought of similar walks long, long ago in another continent—and the young lady, where was she? I knew not,—she jilted me for a bush missionary. However, she must be faded. I looked into Louva's sweet face: she returned the compliment, I thought, in a loving manner, and said,—
"You have changed much in appearance, and I also think in manner, since you left Atazatlan."
"I believe that I have changed in appearance," I answered, "but am aware of no perceptible change in manner."
"I have thought more than once since we met on the wharf that I must have displeased you in some way," was the reply.
"No, you have not displeased me," I answered; ​"but as I did not hear from you after you left Tehana, I came to the conclusion that you had forgotten me."
"It was unkind of you to think so," she said, "considering that I flew to Tehana to see you. And again," she continued, "I expected that when you got well, my visit would at least be recognised, although, on reflecting, I found that I had little reason for entertaining the idea, for you were attended during your illness by a very attractive young lady."
"You then expected to hear from me?" I said.
"Yes!" was the answer.
"A misunderstanding," I exclaimed. "We shall forget about this matter."
"The young ladies of Neuroomia cannot forget slights so readily," was the measured reply.
I felt confused at this, and thought of the ungainly young man in the ballroom.
"Perhaps," I said, "the worthy who has been so attentive to you of late may feel despondent at your absence."
"He at least did not accompany me here," was the answer, "and I trust that he has sufficient confidence in me not to feel concerned about my absence from the ballroom, even with another."
​Here what might have terminated in a stormy conversation was interrupted by my old and esteemed friend, Folbrizzio, who happened to be coming, accompanied by a lady, from the opposite direction. I was anxious to see him, so we conversed for some time, then formed an appointment to meet later on. In the meantime, the ladies were discussing, though not with a gravity becoming their subject, the merits and demerits of the members of the stronger sex whom they met at the ball; for I regret to relate that even the young ladies of Neuroomia possess this weakness, though not to the extent that it prevails elsewhere. The conversation, however, must have been of an edifying character, for if it did not elevate, it at least gave a more cheerful tone to the thoughts of Louva, and we walked on through the splendid avenues till we came to one leading back to the ballroom. This we took. Louva now appeared to advantage, and I thought her more beautiful than ever.
In reply to a jocular remark, she said that she loved none. This raised my hopes, for I now began to discover the truth, sweet or bitter, that I loved her much, yet I felt uncertain if my passion were returned. I conducted her to the ballroom, and there we parted, as the hour at which I had ​arranged to meet Folbrizzio was approaching. However, I did not leave the room at once, but foxed her through the crowd, and saw with regret that she again joined her clownish friend.
I now repaired to the banquet hall, where I met Folbrizzio. He referred to Louva.
"Who is the young man with whom she has danced so much?" I inquired.
"His name is Lackflackima," was the answer, "and he has charge of the Island of Candilia, where the few persons who have had the misfortune, through accident or other cause, to have become deranged, are confined."
"Is that considered to be a high position in Neuroomia?" I asked.
"By no means," was the response. "Yet it is one of those few care to occupy, and is therefore highly remunerated."
I now felt disgusted to think that the woman I loved should be so matter-of-fact and destitute of romance.
"Does she really love him?" I demanded.
"That is a difficult question for me to answer," was the reply; "for I have not often met them together, nor do I think she has known him long. However," he continued, "if you desire to win the ​younug lady, you had better remain in Atazatlan for the present."
I said that I would not remain hero for that purpose.
The President now came towards us, and invited me to remain after the ball as his guest. He said that he would endeavour to bring those I left with the Penguin to Atazatlan; that is, if I intended to remain long in Neuroomia.
I now thought of Louva, and felt dejected; there was little doubt that she loved another, and the idea of leaving Neuroomia presented itself to me. I thought that I would like to see Australia again; and then there was Septimus—I would like to punish Septimus Robinson for his treachery.
I said that I was very much pleased with Neuroomia and its people—that although I had been to nearly all the civilized countries in the world, I had never before witnessed such happiness and prosperity, and that I should never forget the kindness I had received at their hands. Yet I had not quite decided whether I should remain permanently or not; that there was one of the crew who had deceived me, and I was anxious that he should not escape the punishment which he so richly merited, and that on our return ​to Australia he would be indicted by our own laws.
He then inquired concerning the nature of the offence, and where it had been committed; so I explained the whole affair to him.
He answered, that we were on Neuroomian territory at the time, and that he was amenable to to their laws, if I chose to take further action in the matter.
However, I was doubtful if the lenient laws of Neuroomia would inflict on Septimus a punishment at all commensurate with the heinousness of his crime. So I made inquiries as to the nature of the sentence he would be likely to receive.
He said the offence I mentioned would probably be treated as a breach of trust, and that if he were found guilty, he would be prohibited from holding any high office in the country for some time, and that his right to occupy land would be delayed.
Whereupon I instantly replied that Septimus would consider this "no punishment at all"; that our laws were much more severe, and that I had the right to put and keep him in irons till we reached Australia.
He said that I might require his services, as he was a good seaman, in navigating the ship through ​the broken ice; however, he believed that it was now probably too late in the summer to attempt to get through the icefields, but that the principal geographer would be able to give me information about the matter.
The people now began to come in from the ballroom, for the second banquet was nearly ready, and the President left to take his seat at the principal table; so I went back to seek Vandalia and her father, to tell them that I would not be returning with them to Tehana. The music had ceased, and the ball was over; still, there was a large number of people in the room, and among them I noticed Louva in earnest conversation with her friend. I met the Governor and his daughter coming towards the door, and returned with them to the banquet-room. Yeyema took his seat at the head of his table, and I sat beside Vandalia, and told her of my intended visit to the Penguin, and the possibility of my leaving Neuroomia at an early date. She said that I should at least remain till the following summer, and take a holiday after my sickness, for I could not as yet be very strong.
I liked the idea of having a holiday and seeing more of Neuroomia, and deeply regretted leaving Vandalia and the many kind friends I had made ​since my arrival here. If I could only forget Louva! I clenched my teeth, as I had often done before on the Penguin, and clasped my knife more tightly in my hand. I would try to forget her.
I enjoyed the second banquet even more than the firsts for I met many beautiful young ladies and others who endeavoured to persuade me to prolong my visit. I felt as if I could not leave this genuine and generous people, and, indeed, before the banquet was over, I had abandoned the idea of leaving Neuroomia for the present.
But the difficulty was, how to be revenged on Septimus; that was the question. If he were tried in Australia, still it was possible he might escape, even if I charged him with conspiracy and mutiny; for he would very probably engage a lawyer. Yes! Septimus had money, and would engage a lawyer—scheming dog! What was to be done? I would punish Septimus Adolphus Eobinson myself!
The great bulk of the visitors had now taken their departure, and those at the palace began to retire. I felt sleepy myself, so I followed the example of the latter, and sank into an extremely soft bed, twisted myself a few times, then turned on my back, fell asleep, and very probably snored; for I generally snore after a banquet.
​On waking, I began to think out a decision concerning the future. The more I considered the idea of returning, the more foolish it appeared. I would like to make the existence of this happy-land known to the world; but then there was no certainty that we could get through the icefields. I had property in Sydney, but why should I trouble about that? I should in all likelihood attain a greater age here, and be happier than if I returned. I might not be quite so rich, but, on the other hand, there was at least no danger of being poor. I thought of my friends in other lands, but where could I find friends more steadfast than those I had already made in Neuroomia? No! I would not return. I would go to the Penguin, and bring the crew back with me to Atazatlan. As for Septimus, I had arranged a little plan of my own to meet his case.
I now got up, feeling a wiser man, completed my toilet, and repaired to the dining hall, where I met Ouneyubla. Daring the course of our meal, I made my decision known to him.
He said that not only would all the rights of citizenship be conferred upon me, but that it was the intention of the Government to grant me special privileges as well. With regard to my intended ​visit to the Penguin, lie considered it advisable that I should be accompanied by two persons from Atazatlan to act as guides. He did not know the exact position of the vessel himself, but was of the opinion that there was a better route than the one by which I came. However, it would be necessary to consult Yondozi, the principal geographer, in the matter. He would not be in his Atazatlan studio at present; however, he had an idea as to his whereabouts, and would send for him at once. He then took a card, and having written something on it, gave it to an attendant. He now inquired what I intended to do with the Penguin.
I replied, "Nothing; but leave her where she was."
He said the Government were willing to purchase her from me, with a view to exhibit her in one of their museums; that is, if they could manage to get her to Atazatlan.
I said that I would not sell her, but that I would be very much pleased to present her as a gift to the Government.
He accepted, and expressed a hope that I would ere long have the pleasure of seeing her anchored safely in the principal museum of their capital.
We now left the dining hall and went into a ​large room, where several maps of Neuroomia hung upon the walls; there were also many diagrams, casts, and instruments of different kinds. He informed me this was the room used for consultations with Yondozi when he came to the palace.
I felt interested, examined the scale of one of the maps, and found that Neuroomia was much larger than Australia. I then made inquiries about the number of states or divisions, population, large cities, etc.
He said that for administrative purposes Neuroomia was at present divided into fifteen states, and that, according to the last census, the population of the whole territory was about thirty millions; that I had already seen the largest city, Tehana, which contained about a million inhabitants, but that no other city, except Atazatlan, contained half that number; that, according to their laws of settlement, it was undesirable that the population of any city should exceed one million.
"How did they check the increase?"
"By marking out and building fresh cities," was the reply.
"Then you have fresh territory still available for settlement?" I interjected.
"Yes," was the answer. "There are large tracts ​of virgin soil and forest still unoccupied, and there are also large areas that have been cultivated for many years, and from which settlement is now prohibited; but these will be again available when the various terms of reservation have expired."
"Is there no danger, through the natural increase, of Neuroomia becoming overpopulated?" I asked.
"As far as we can learn," was the answer, "Neuroomia has never been overpopulated, and it certainly is not at the present time; nor can we see any signs of that being the case in the future, however remote."
I pointed out that in other parts of the world the population had actually doubled itself in twenty-five years; that this might not be wholly attributable to the natural increase,—nevertheless, that increase was great; that islands had become overpopulated, and what was true of islands might in a measure prove true of continents.
He said that according to the general nature of things, if there were a large and constant annual increase of births over deaths, any insular tract of land, particularly without any outlet for its people, must eventually become overpopulated. In Neuroomia, however, nothwithstanding the favourable conditions under which the people existed, the ​increase was indeed small compared to the parts I had referred to, and this he attributed chiefly to difference in climatic conditions.
I here remarked that I had already noticed that neither their animals nor birds were so prolific as those of other regions.
He continued that they had whole forests, where the birds were seldom or never molested, and though they lived to a great age, yet the increase did not appear to be perceptible; and although it was desirable the population should increase, yet an excessive population would not be looked upon as an unmixed blessing in Neuroomia. However, there was nothing to be apprehended from what I might be pleased to consider an impending evil; indeed, it was a question that had neither demanded nor received serious consideration at their hands.
Yondozi now put in an appearance. He was a short, thick-set, intelligent-looking man, apparently about middle age, with handsome features and a pleasing expression of countenance. I liked his appearance, and knew that we should become friends. Onneyubla introduced me, and in a few words referred to my proposed trip. He then said that he would leave us to discuss matters, and took his departure.
​I described to him as well as I could the natural features in the locality of the vessel, and the route travelled from it to Atazatlan.
He said he believed he understood the position of the Penguin, but that the surface of the country had been considerably changed by the recent volcanic disturbances, which he understood to be of an unusually violent character.
"Did these disturbances have anything to do with the breaking up of the ice in the neighbourhood of your continent?" I inquired.
"Undoubtedly," was the reply; "although the volcanoes in the territory you first visited are always more or less active. Yet were it not for the outbreak you had the privilege of witnessing, Neuroomia would still be encircled, as it has been for ages, by a zone of compact ice."
"In that case," I observed, "it would have been impossible for me to have reached Neuroomia."
"Yes, with the Penguin," was the answer.
"And how do you think an expedition across the ice by means of sledges would fare?" I queried.
"Very probably perish from the intense cold," was the response.
"Is the warm current that carried the Penguin to these shores of a permanent character?" I asked.
​"No," was the reply; "it was generated through volcanic action, and will very probably cease to flow, or at least become frozen over, when the agency of subterranean heat is wholly or partially withdrawn. However," he continued, "while it is in motion there must be another counter-current leading from it on the neighbouring channels to the Great Southern Ocean."
I thought for a moment what a grand place that current would be for Septimus.
"It would, then, be possible for me to navigate my vessel back into the open sea if I so desired?" I remarked.
"Yes," was the answer. "It is almost a certainty that at the present moment there is a channel free from any obstruction leading right through the icefield to the open ocean," He continued: "The country has not been surveyed since the earthquake; however, on our return it is the intention of the Government to send out several exploring parties, who will report upon the change and draw physical maps of the territory. I say on our return," he went on, "for it is my intention, if you desire it, to accompany you back to the vessel."
I replied that I should be delighted to have ​the company of a man who was in a position to impart so much knowledge "concerning sea and land."
He said that he had a knowledge of the country we should be passing through from previous travels, and that he would like to take his friend Moro, who was a geologist, with us.
I answered that I should be very pleased to leave the organizing of the expedition wholly in his hands, and that I would offer no objection even if a few young ladies were added to it.
He observed that a couple of young men would be required to look after the animals.
In due course the next meal was announced, and on this occasion we were conducted to a hall much larger than the one wherein I had previously dined. A number of people, including several ladies, took their seats at the table, the President, whom I understood was a bachelor, taking his place at the head. I was introduced to them all, however. There were two young ladies, Elmia and Alvarez, nieces to Onneyubla, who impressed me by their personal charms. Moro, the geologist, was present, and sat beside Elmia, while I occupied a seat near Alvarez. We talked first of our projected expedition, and it was decided that preparations for a start should be commenced at once.
​Alvarez said she felt much interested in my ship the Penguin, and would be delighted to be able to pay her a visit.
Indeed, the idea of forming a second expedition, including herself and some of her lady friends, had been already discussed, but had to be abandoned on account of the difficulties attending a long journey through the mountains and rugged country that must be traversed. I knew that Alvarez did feel interested; the slight flash on her beautiful cheek, the brightness of her fine dark eyes, together with her nervous temperament, indicated the animation of her nature, and bespoke the manner in which she threw her whole soul into anything that happened to be foremost in her thoughts for the time being.
The guests now began to disperse, and Yondozi took his departure, to superintend the preparations for our trip. Meanwhile, Alvarez and myself wandered through the grounds some distance away from the palace, and found ourselves beside a small running stream that trickled, twisted, and murmured through a long romantic valley, the slopes of which were lightly timbered with forest trees. The soft rays of the sun shone through the foliage, and gave a livelier aspect to the green sward ​underneath; indeed, there was such a blending of light and colour, sunshine and shade, forest, hill, and stream, that I thought it one of the loveliest scenes I had ever beheld. I expressed my ideas to Alvarez. She said she loved this charming spot, as she found it congenial and soothing to her mind, and that she often wandered here alone to pluck the growing flowers and dream the hours away; that she loved the sublime and beautiful, and not unfrequently felt a longing to see and know more of our wonderful planet.
We rested on a fallen tree overlooking the stream. Beautiful birds were above and all round us: they were very busy and happy collecting the honey from the blossoms, then flying away and returning.
Alvarez told me they were suctorial birds, storing up the honey they gathered in the hollow limbs for the months of twilight, as the trees were not then in blossom. She inquired if I had not seen many beautiful islands and countries in other parts of the world, and had not been impressed by their scenery and people?
I answered in the affirmative; but then in other parts everything changed so suddenly that happiness did not possess the permanency that ​characterized it in Neuroomia. Many other lands had beautiful scenery, but it appeared to advantage during certain hours only, generally those of morning, evening, and moonlight; but the morning soon passed into the heat of noonday, the evening into night, while the pale and sombre light of the moon in turn gave way to the grey of dawn; but here it was an evening or morning for half the year.
"And what kind of girls have you in those distant regions?" she inquired.
"Many of the maidens are extremely beautiful," I said; "indeed, as beautiful as it is possible for human beings to be, but only for a very brief period—men and women fade quickly. Take myself, for instance. When I left Tasmania, one of the most favourable places in the world for our race, I was considered a young-looking man for fifty; but when I came to Atazatlan, I had the mortification to be set down for three times that age."
"How does the disposition of the most civilized inhabitants of those parts compare with that of the people of Neuroomia?" she asked.
"Not favourably," I responded. "Many of our people, young and old, were full of love, kindness, ​magnanimity, energy, enthusiasm, and patriotism; but, alas! in too many cases, generally through systems, conditions of life and surroundings, these good qualities gave way to selfishness, indifference, and even despair. Here the period of existence was fully three times that of our people, while during the long space of time intervening between maturity and old age there was little change for the worse. True they were mortals, but they were happy; they lived their life and enjoyed it, quitted it with regret, frequently in the form of slumber, and without pain."
"If you keep on in that strain," she interjected, "I shall begin to feel more content with my surroundings, and less inclined to go abroad. I am aware the people of Neuroomia are happy," she continued, "but have thought it possible for an equal, if not greater, happiness to exist elsewhere. However, I believe you have already almost dispelled that idea," she went on. "I had pictured to myself, in my dreams, seas and islands more lovely than our own, human beings more perfect and fair, and flowers and birds more beautiful."
"You will, I am sure, pardon me," I said, "when I wish you to remember that it was not so ​much of our happiness as of its brevity that I complained; and with regard to the scenery, I for a moment would not undertake the responsibility of saying there are not many parts of the world equal to Neuroomia in that respect, but I do say there can be none to surpass it. You must not consider me unkind or unpatriotic, for I have loved my country, and love it still, but I love Neuroomia better, and intend to pass the remainder of my days, which I trust will not be clouded by love matters, in it. I regret to think that I may have been the means of damping some of the dreams you fondly cherished; but, on the other hand, I have always thought it better to speak of things as they exist."
"You at least have not annihilated my dreams," she said, "for I feel more interested than ever in those distant lands and the people that inhabit them, and trust to hear many stories from you concerning them when you return. But what about the expedition?" she continued laughingly. "I suppose if we do not return soon, they will come to the conclusion that we are already on our way to the Penguin, with a view to leave Neuroomia; for they know that I am fond of travel."
​I responded that perhaps we had better walk back, as Yondozi might be ready.
On our way she was very cheerful, and we discussed courtship and love affairs in Neuroomia, Yet, notwithstanding her affability, there was a dignity about this woman that repelled freedom, and a wisdom and wit in many of her sayings that commanded admiration. Of the two girls, she was from the first my favourite, and when the time for departing arrived, I had almost wished that the expedition had been abandoned, or at least delayed.
When we returned, we found everything in readiness: the animals were saddled and packed, and Yondozi suggested that we take leave of the President and our friends. So I bade farewell to my interesting companion, hoping it would only be temporary, and, in company with Yondozi and Moro, was about to repair to the palace, when we saw Onneyubla approaching. He made a few inquiries about the route we intended to take, then wished us success and a safe return.
In the meantime I attended to a few little matters connected with my pack, then mounted a flanilla for the second time without any fear of the consequence. The others now mounted theirs, and we proceeded on our journey. I happened to look ​back towards one of the balconies, and there saw a number of men and women who were waving green boughs towards us, then threw their bouquets after us, and finally raised their branches in token of adieu. I could distinguish the face of Alvarez among them, and felt disappointed, for I expected that, like myself, she would feel sad; but she didn't. On the contrary, she appeared brighter than before. That face, however, haunted me for many of the hours I was absent from Atazatlan.
The expedition consisted of five men and seven flanillas. Each of the two young men led a flanilla laden with provisions and accoutrements for the journey; apart from this, each of us also carried a small pack on his animal.
Our course for a time lay through the settled country, which was well cultivated and fruitful in the highest degree, the road we travelled following a slightly elevated ridge. On the left, as far as the eye could reach, were houses, fields, animals, and orchards. Having wended our way through these for some, distance, we left the principal highway, and turned to the right in the direction of the nearest mountains. This, Yondozi said, was to strike a pass that led over them, and he pointed to a gorge a little way ahead.
​Here, in the glorious sunlight, we made our first halt, tethered the animals, and prepared our meal.
After it was over, I felt inclined for a smoke; but the supply of tobacco I had taken from the Penguin had long been exhausted, and as there were no tobacco manufactories in Neuroomia, I had to content myself with smoking a kind of bark, that of the Bubu tree, which possessed a flavour somewhat resembling that of the soothing weed. However, I had none with me, and explained this fact to Yondozi, who said it would be useless to look for the tree in the neighbourhood, but that we should meet with it higher up in the mountains; so I had to console myself with this piece of intelligence, then I spread my trappings out on the ground and went to bed, thinking of the supply of good tobacco I had stowed away on board the Penguin. Why, there was one unbroken chest that would last me at least two years. I would bring it back with me when returning; yet it was bulky, and I began to think that perhaps I had better leave it till they removed the vessel. Of course the crew knew where it was, but they had plenty without it, and very probably had not meddled with it, unless Septimus had finished his supply, ​and became curious, Yes! Septimus was a heavy smoker, and that was his favourite brand. And there was the rum, and a big supply too. Well, perhaps the best thing I could do with it was to present it to the Government—they might esteem it for the museum. If I could only induce Yondozi to swallow a half-pint of it, how it would make him talk geography!
However, I fell asleep without a smoke, and on waking, I cannot say that I felt any the worse. On the contrary, I was in the highest spirits at the idea of a trip over the mountains; my companions also appeared to share my hilarity.
Higher and higher we went, now scaling a steep incline, then descending into a yawning abyss; now we were on our way round a lofty pinnacle, then following the narrow pathway along the edges of fearful chasms. Woods, gorges, mountains, rivers, lakes and torrents kept constantly coming into view and fading again in the distance, or more suddenly lost to the sight by the intervening timber. The scenery, indeed, was like some enchanting panorama.
Higher and higher still, till we came to the brink of a clear mountain lake, out of whose waters the snow-clad peaks appeared to rise, and into ​which flowed numberless rivulets, fed by the winter snows.
Here we decided to make our second halt and remain for some time, for there was abundance of fresh green grass for the animals growing along the margin of the lake. As soon as we had fixed on a suitable spot for our camp, I secured from the pack a small axe, from the back of which projected a long spike that could be used for digging. Thus armed to cut away the brushwood, I went in search of the Bubu tree, the bark of which I used for smoking.
I went some distance from the camp, bearing away from the lake, yet could find none, so I stood to consider whether it might not be useless to proceed any farther, and was on the point of returning, when I recognised the foliage of one growing in the valley beneath. I clambered down to it, and found that it grew from the bank of a mountain stream, in a very awkward position, and by no means easy of access. However, by stepping from rock to rock in the water, I managed to reach it, and having collected a supply of the dry bark, filled my pipe, and sat down to have a quiet smoke beneath my favourite tree. I had not, however, liberated many clouds, when something glittering ​in the water attracted my attention. I readied down and drew it up; it was a piece of dark-blue looking quartz, and contained gold.
Here was a discovery! There was very probably more about, and I would procure at least a few good "specimens." I took up a handful of sand and examined it: there was plenty of "black jack," and I got the "colour." So I set to work with my axe, turning up the coarse gravel and stones along the edge and in the most likely places for "pockets." My digging operations were, however, soon brought to a close by the spike striking some solid substance that appeared to be softer than stone. I tried it again, and turned up a nugget of pure gold quite heavy enough to carry back to the camp.
On arriving there, I threw down my burden in the middle of the small circle, who were seated on logs and pieces of timber, evidently enjoying their meal.
"Melema," Yondozi quietly remarked, while looking at it, then pointed to a seat on a branch nearly opposite himself. Beyond a smile from one or two, the others did not take the slightest notice of it. I cannot say, however, that I was surprised at this, for from the first I had my misgivings as ​to the worth of it here. So I pointed to it, and asked Yondozi if that were plentiful.
"Yes," was the reply.
"It is not one of your valuable metals, then?" I continued.
"No," he replied. "It exists in great abundance, and is easily obtained. You shall meet with rocks of it in these mountains." He went on, "It is also found, and mined on a large scale, near Tehana; indeed, the Tehana mines alone can supply the demand for statues, machinery, ornaments, and the many other purposes for which it is used."
I now chose a piece of the coarse yet wholesome bread and a fresh fish (they had been fishing during my absence), then poured into my vessel a quantity of oclima, a decoction made from the leaves of the oclima tree, and used in Neuroomia as tea. I thought at first that it tasted like Peruvian bark, but, through use, got accustomed to it, and now relished it. Thus armed, I took a seat on the vacant branch. The conversation turned upon metals, when Moro appeared to advantage. I told them that if it were known in the other continents that gold was so plentiful in Neuroomia, there would be a rush of a few millions of people to these parts, if only to perish on the ice.
​"Of what use would the gold be to them in that case?" remarked Yondozi.
I replied that there was a large section of our people who would brave any dangers and endure the severest hardships and privations in order to become possessed of the coveted metal.
"And would they be wholly actuated by a spirit of gain?" he inquired.
"In many cases," I answered, "love of adventure alone would be the prime factor, while probably in the majority they would be influenced by a love of gain, adventure, and change."
Moro here remarked that perhaps we might be able to send them the Penguin with a full cargo of gold, or melema, as he termed it. "Perhaps," he went on, "one or two of the crew may be anxious to return to the land they left, and in that case he was sure some of their own men would be willing to accompany them, and run the risk of the ice."
Here one of the young men said that he would be willing to go; and, on hearing this, the other also offered his services.
Whereupon I replied that I had already disposed of the ship, and was doubtful if any of the crew were desirous of a repetition of what they had already experienced among the currents and ​icebergs. Nevertheless, that gold might induce them to make the attempt.
Yondozi here remarked that although the Government had accepted the vessel, yet he was in a position to say that they would only be too glad to see her leave their shores with a cargo that might be the means of alleviating the distress and ameliorating the condition of some of their fellowmen in other lands. And, further, that the question of getting the Penguin to Atazatlan, or any of their large towns, was still problematical.
"Have you fixed on any plan for that purpose?" I inquired.
"Partly," was the answer. "It was my intention to sail her back again to the ice-field, then make appliances for lifting her up out of the water, and afterwards to place her on a sledge and take her to Scalascala by means of machinery, or, if necessary, with the aid of animals. On arriving in the neighbourhood of Scalascala, she could be slid into the Nocalattan Sea and sailed to Atazatlan. In the event of her reaching her destination in a sound condition, he believed it was not the intention of the Government to place her in the museum, but to leave her in the water, and at my disposal."
​I told him that the Penguin was an excellent vessel, still fit for many years of active service, and that all she required was an overhauling.
We had now finished our meal, and Yondozi suggested that we should go fishing, for he had brought lines and hooks with him (this ingenious method of capturing fish appears to be well known everywhere). I acquiesced, and went to cut a rod for myself.
Still, I thought of the Penguin, I liked the idea of leaving her in the water, although I was anxious that the Government should accept something from me as a slight acknowledgment of their many acts of kindness. Yet I never relished the proposal to have her exhibited. Once I got her to Atazatlan, I would be able to use her as a yacht, and give excursions to my friends.
Having prepared our lines, Yondozi and myself went along the lake for a little distance, and then threw them in. We were not there long when he landed a fine-looking fish resembling a perch. I, however, got no bite, so I took up my line and went farther along the bank, till I came to a place that I liked. Here I threw it into the water. Something began to nibble at the bait, so I pulled it up, but there was nothing on. I dropped it ​again, and whatever had been at it before appeared to have returned, so I gave it another pull, but no fish. However, I let it down very gently in the same place for the third time, and fully determined to let him "have it." The float began to go under as before, but I took no notice of it for some time, then gave a sudden jerk. Yes, I had him this time, and a heavy fish too. However, I was puzzled, on swinging him into the air, to see that he had four legs and a tail. I dropped him on the ground, and ran towards him. He however did not move till I was pretty near; then he made a spring, quick as lightning, landed on my leg a little below the knee, and buried his claws and teeth deep into my flesh, the hook still sticking in his mouth. I was in the act of endeavouring to pull him off, when Yondozi, who had noticed the affair, came running up. He caught him in a manner that instantly made him relax his hold, then held him up in his hand.
I now had an opportunity of examining the animal. It was about the size of an opossum, and had thick, glossy hair. Yondozi called it a velixit, and said they were prized on account of their fur. Saying this, he took the hook out of his mouth, and flung him back again into the water. Then he ​advised me to return to the camp and attend to my leg, as the wounds might prove dangerous.
However, I did not follow his advice, but merely washed them with water; and although they were very painful for a time, they soon healed up.
I shifted again. This time, however, I had better luck, and caught four fine fish in succession. Then I joined my friend, and we returned to the camp.
I was taken up with the beauties of Lake Orania, as it was called, and expressed my wonder to Yondozi that no one had made a residence in such an attractable neighbourhood. He said it was some distance away from the settled parts, and that there were many such lakes in Neuroomia.
We remained in this wild and wonderful locality, fishing and exploring the country, for a space of time equal to a few of our days, then packed the flanillas, now much refreshed by the halt, and resumed our journey. Our path for a time led along the banks of the lake, and as we were leaving it, I turned round and gazed in the direction of its shores till the last patch of still water was lost to view.
Our next camping-place was of a different character, the timber being scanty and of stunted ​growth, and we were surrounded by snowy peaks resplendent in their robes of dazzling purity. The vegetation had changed, and the air became much sharper. The sun, however, was warm, and we felt comfortable and vigorous. A small green, grassy flat was chosen for our encampment. Here a fire was lit, and the food prepared.
Thus we travelled on through the mountains, making prolonged halts where we found the grass plentiful; but as the halting-places were often far from each other, we had frequently to make long journeys without stopping. Eventually, however, we got a glimpse of the great icefield, though it was still a long distance off.
We now began to descend, and soon found ourselves in the broken volcanic country at the foot of the chain. We crossed over it, steering for the "Penguin Channel," which I named after the vessel, and Yondozi agreed that it should be known by that name in future. We reached it in due course, and I felt happier at the idea of seeing the Penguin again. I knew exactly where she was, by the little hill not a great distance ahead. We did not follow the channel round, as it was curved, but made straight for the hill. I urged my beast forward, and the others followed my example.
​We soon began to ascend, and I kept a look-out for the masts. I hurried to the top, but no ship was to be seen—the Penguin was gone!. . .
I stood for a time like one confused, gazing up and down the channel. The others noticed my consternation, but doubtless guessing what was the matter, never uttered a word.
I now began to descend in the direction of the camp. On the way Yondozi inquired if I knew where the vessel had gone. I replied in the negative, saying that the whole matter was a mystery to me, and pointed out the tree to which she had been fastened. On arriving there, we dismounted, and, letting the animals go, began to examine the neighbourhood to see if we could find anything that might give a clue as to the cause of her disappearance.
I now began to wonder if Septimus had ever found his way back to the vessel. It was just possible that he did not return, and in that case the others would probably come to the conclusion that we were both dead, and may have taken their departure north. But, again, that was hardly feasible, for without him they would not attempt to navigate the vessel through the ice. But, on the other hand, they might have gone farther inland, to find ​a more favourable place to settle down; or perhaps they had taken a trip towards the icefields, and intended to return. At all events, there was evidence to show that the camp had not long been deserted. There were empty preserve tins only recently opened, pieces of paper, cloth, and metal, that had not been long exposed to the weather, and the fireplace had been used lately.
While we were examining these things, I noticed that some trees had been cut down a little distance off, and, in hurrying towards them, stumbled over something; it was an old boot. I knew that boot at once; Septimus wore it when he left me—it told a tale. On reaching the fallen trees, I could see at a glance they had been cut, and recently, too, by Septimus. There was no mistaking those stumps, for I had seen him cut timber in the South Sea Islands on several occasions, and knew his manner of using an axe. Yondozi came over, and I explained matters to him.
It was now a certainty that Septimus had arrived here safely; but where had they gone with the ship? I could see, by the pieces left, that the wood had been cut the proper length for the stoves in the galley, and they had taken a good supply of it.
​We began to discuss the situation, and walked leisurely over towards the bank where the Penguin had been fastened. On reaching it, I happened to look at the marks the ropes had made on the tree, and read the words, "LOOK UP," cut in the bark on the side facing the channel. Of course I did look up, and, to my surprise, saw my iron chest (water and fire-proof), in which I kept money and important papers, firmly fixed above me in a fork between the branches. Yondozi also noticed it, and was up the tree in a moment. However, he found it to be heavy, and did not like to let it fall. So I got a rope from the pack, and he lowered it to the ground. I had the key in my pocket, and applied it at once. But I found its aid was not required, for the lock had been broken. It contained several articles, principally provisions, and the following letter, enclosed in an envelope, and addressed to me:—
"Deer Sor,—
"Ass we hav wated a reesunibl long tim, and yu hav not cum back her, we ar deturmind to go hom and lev yu. Yu ort to be back befur. Yu nos i niver kard to cum so fur, fur ther his no wals, no sharks, no big fish her, and peepel that go ​explorin his payd bi tho guvcrmint. Yu nos purfickly weel tho col wither weel son cum and yu wat. The locker is getin lo, bot i lev yu samon in the teens, and shuger, and fresh lins and huks, and te, and tobacko and pips, and machers, and pickel botls in yer one irn chest, so thay wont git hurt or spoyld. I taks churge of tho Penguin mesilf, fur yu must be ded, and Skinee is furst mat, so ther no, and i hop yu hav gud luk.
"Sind, Captin Septimus Adolphus Robinson, fur himsilf and cru."
What was to be done? They would not be out of the channel yet. Perhaps we might overtake them by hurried marches with the animals.
"What could we do if we did overtake them?" asked Yondozi.
"The crew would obey me," I answered.
"I have a plan of the channel," ho said. It winds considerably, and we can take a good many short cuts without any danger of missing them. Perhaps it would be better for you and myself to push on at once with light packs, and leave tho others to camp hero till we return."
I agreed to this. The two strongest flanillas ​were caught, and we lost no time in commencing the pursuit of the Penguin.
There was certainly a hope of overtaking them, but it was a very forlorn one, for I knew what the vessel could do, even with a moderate breeze; and besides, they would very probably hurry in order to get through the ice before the end of the summer.
We did not, owing to the broken nature of the country, make the progress that we had anticipated. The timber was not dense, but the ground in many places was full of holes. There was no path, and numerous rocks and stones impeded our march. The animals became footsore, and more sluggish. This enforced us to make more frequent halts. At length, however, we reached the open sea, between the land and the ice, and seeing a high hill on one of the headlands in front, we made for it. On reaching the top, we scanned the horizon, and saw the Penguin, but she was some leagues off, and making for a great opening in the icefield. I looked towards Yondozi, but all he remarked was, "We are too late."
The Penguin was gone. Even gliding away in the distance she was a beautiful sight. I felt a choking sensation in my throat, and ​notwithstanding the beauty, attractions, and happiness of Neuroomia, I would have given anything at that moment to be on board the vessel I loved. Yondozi hoisted a flag that he had brought with him for the purpose, but I do not think they noticed it. I examined her through my glass, and recognised Septimus on the bridge, looking in the direction of the ice. Once or twice he turned round, but all I could do was to shake my clenched fist at him. I suggested that we make a fire, but Yondozi said it was not likely that it would attract their attention, owing to the number of active volcanic peaks in the vicinity. However, it was our last resort; so we made a fire and a big smoke too, but they either saw not or heeded not, for the Penguin kept on her course.
We let the animals go, to rest and graze on the natural pastures, then we prepared and ate our meal, for we were both tired and hungry.
Meanwhile I questioned Yondozi as to the prospects of the vessel clearing the ice. He said that it was possible she might get through, but the dangers to be encountered were great. First, there was evidence to show that the action of the current was becoming weaker, and if this continued, it would be liable to get frozen over; ​but even if they were successful in getting through the channel, great difficulties would be experienced on reaching the outer border of the field, where they would be sure to meet with vast quantities of broken ice. This, however, was the proper time for the venture. The season was in every way favourable for the enterprise, and fortune might favour them.
The flag floated playfully in the breeze, and the smoke travelled far, but the vessel kept getting farther and farther away; so we decided to return, and took our departure, but not before I sadly waved adieu to the Penguin.
We went back by easy stages to the camp where we left the others. Here we remained for a time to refresh the animals, and then commenced our return journey to Atazatlan. It proved as interesting and enjoyable as the other, and although I was disappointed in the object of the expedition, yet the trip was a pleasant one, so pleasant, indeed, that on the way I could not refrain from expressing the hope to Yondozi that I would have many similar excursions among the mountains of Neuroomia.
He replied, that would be a very easy matter, for the Government sent out scientific expeditions ​every summer to make explorations and surveys, and apart from these there were always several private tourist parties who, during the holiday season, preferred the solitude of the mountain lakes and sea shore to the gaities of Atazatlan and Tehana. He continued, this travelling and camping business was considered to be one of the best and healthiest ways of enjoying life, and a very large section of the people appeared to be aware of the fact.
In Neuroomia, vast as the territory was, there were neither deserts nor great plains resembling those I had described as existing in other parts of the world. Their continent was nearly surrounded by an open sea, from the shores of which rose vast mountain chains that encircled their territory on every side. Of course there were several passes over them, but the only water highway that communicated with the great icefields beyond was the channel leading from the Nocalattan Sea.
With regard to the surface of the country, it might be described as consisting of mountains, hills, forests, undulating tracts, level grassy pastures and cultivated fields, but everywhere well watered by rivers, lakes, and streams.
When we arrived at Atazatlan, we found ​banquets, balls, picnics and excursions to be the order of this gay time. I explained the situation with reference to the Penguin to Onneyubla in a few words. By way of response, he merely expressed a hope that they would have a pleasant voyage, and reach their homes in safety. The ladies made their appearance to welcome us back, and I was glad to see the charming face of Alvarez among them.
I learnt from Onneyubla that preparations were being made by the people of the palace for a monster picnic; that he himself would be present, and that I would there meet many of the acquaintances I had made at the ball.
When I joined Alvarez, I made inquiries of her concerning the gathering. She said they were almost ready, and that it was to be held at the Grove, only a short distance away from the palace. We arranged to walk there together, and I repaired to my rooms to get ready for the occasion.
On the way to the Grove, I related the adventures of our trip. She said that she should have been delighted to have a tour away in the Penguin to the distant regions I had visited, but at the same time would like to have the opportunity of again returning.
​On arriving at the Grove, I found it to consist of a natural depression or elongated basin, at the bottom of which was a small lake, whose dark-blue waters looked lovely in their stillness. Many little streams tumbled over terraces of rocks of various colours, while the superfluous waters of the valley found an outlet through a narrow and precipitous gorge at the opposite extremity. There were several paths leading along the margin of the lake, and on either side of these grew shrubs and trees.
We were among the first to arrive, and with Alvarez for a companion, I found the Grove to be an exceedingly delightful place. We walked through the woods and along the shores, exploring the many natural ferneries and other sheltered nooks.
"Have you seen any places similar to the Grove in other parts of the world?" she inquired.
"Yes," I said, "there are several such depressions,—the grandest, as far as I know, being the Yosemite Valley in California, which, during certain hours, is hardly less beautiful than this."
"And have you not also seen countries that resemble Neuroomia?" she continued.
"Yes," I replied. "Perhaps the regions, as far as beauty and climate is concerned, that most ​closely approach the happy condition of Neuroomia 0-0-9are the South Sea Islands, scattered over a vast portion of the southern part of our great Pacific Ocean."
I here gave her a concise account of these islands, and the life led by the savages who inhabited them.
She said that it sounded more like a legend than reality, and reminded her of the "tradition of the two lovers." I expressed a desire to hear it, and having chosen a seat in a romantic spot, she began:—
"It happened a very long time ago, some time during the past ages, that a boy and girl from different tribes contracted a passion for each other. The girl, who was a daughter of the chief of her tribe, was beautiful, and her father wished to give her in marriage to one of their own people—a man who had been his friend for a long time. The boy was also the son of a chief who was equally averse to the young pair being together. Nevertheless, certain people from both tribes encouraged them, and also assisted them to meet, for they believed that good would come of it, and might in the end lead to the union of the tribes, which they considered to be a desirable object. But there were others again who prophesied that evil would ​befall the people, and there was a proverb to the effect that calamities overwhelmed when the sons and daughters of chiefs became wed. The father of the girl, however, became aware of the meetings, and their trysting places were made known to him; so he placed a guard over his daughter, and they were no longer able to meet. But Wawena pined for her lover, so much indeed that her life began to be despaired of. As for Gulpanzi, he was prohibited from hunting in the forest, and made to remain in the camp, which was humiliating to his proud nature. After a time, however, he appeared not to care for anything, and wandered about as if he no longer wished to live.
"Now it happened that in a wild place among the hills there was a certain fountain which had the peculiar property of healing hearts known to be wounded from love; but for this purpose the water had to be drank by the sufferer from the spring, for the moment it was raised, it lost its charm.
"Now it came to pass that those councillors who were in favour of keeping the lovers apart, made the chief, her father, believe that it would be a good thing for Wawena to drink of the fated water, and it was agreed that she should be led to the fountain.
​"When, however, she became aware of their intention, she wept bitterly, and said that she would rather die than cease to love, so nothing was done in the matter for a time; but soon after the sun appeared above the mountains and forest, when the latent agency of the water was said to be most potent, and the water itself most bitter, Wawena was forced to the Fountain of Yunalooma, and only freed from the grasp of those who cruelly brought her when near the edge of the water. No one dared to hold or put a hand on her while she drank, for it was believed that evil would overtake him who ventured to do so. Wawena, however, did not drink, but on hearing a cry from Gulpanzi, her lover, darted past her captors in the direction from whence the sound proceeded. Of course she was pursued; but Wawena was fleet of foot, and the lovers escaped. They concealed themselves in the fastnesses of the mountains, but were followed, and they knew that in the end they would be brought back and punished. They had to wander from place to place, and could not remain long even in their favourite haunts, so they sought the wildest parts of the country near the open sea. During the time they were here, a terrible earthquake took place, which they themselves only witnessed. ​What they saw or heard no one knows. Mountain chains were thrown to atoms, and fresh ones made their appearance. To what extent the sea was disturbed is a mystery. The great icefields, however, were broken up, and icebergs thrown high on the dry land. This happened during the period of twilight, and lasted for some time; but the lovers were brave, and formed a bold project—that of leaving Neuroomia.
"So Gulpanzi began to build a boat, in which art the people of those times were well skilled. They both worked hard, and had it completed before the end of the following summer; then they made preparations for a long journey, and took their departure.
"Previous to this there were traditions about other lands existing beyond the ice. These were considered to be extremely fair, but nothing more was known of them, and many even doubted their existence. However, it is very probable that the lovers were influenced by one or more of these traditions. But be that as it may, years passed away, and the ice again became compact, but nothing was heard of the wanderers, and it was believed that they had perished.
"During one very mild summer, however, seals, ​and other marine animals, prized for their furs, were numerous on certain parts of the ice, and hunting expeditions frequently left the land to capture them. One of these proceeded far to the north, and reached the edge of the field, where there were many coves and headlands formed by the ice. Here myriads of sea-birds made their home, and were easily captured by the hunters, who made a camp, and remained for some time in order to collect a quantity of eggs and feathers. They saw the great mountains of ice break off from the field, and leave their ancient home for the north.
"While watching the interesting progress of one of these wanderers of the deep, they noticed a piece of wood drifting towards them. This was a very unusual occurrence, and centred their attention. Nearer and nearer it came over the playful waves, till at length it could be reached by one of their long spears. On taking it up, they found that it had been cut from a tree which was strange to the forests of Neuroomia, and, more wonderful than this, the emblems of the tribe of Gulpanzi were carved on either side. They suspected it to be hollow, and as it was partly decayed, one blow on the ice sufficed to send it to pieces, when a limpy substance, resembling a fold of bark, dropped from ​it. On this were inscribed certain characters in the Neuroomian tongue, which they easily deciphered. (I should, however, have mentioned that the art of communicating with one another by written characters was known to the tribes of Neuroomia from a very early period, and is said to have been taught them by the loved Molopozi.) But to resume. The writing was done by the hand of Gulpanzi, and gave an account of the wanderings of Wawena and himself.
"After leaving Neuroomia, they experienced no serious trouble from the ice, which they left far behind, and found themselves in a great open sea—how great, it was, indeed, impossible to tell, but quite free from ice. They, however, wandered on, and passed many regions that were beautiful. Sometimes they landed, but left again, as these lands were inhabited by a people whose skins were black, and who killed each other.
"On, on they wandered, till they found a region without any people, where the sun kept constantly rising out of, and setting again in, the water. This land was beautiful and fruitful, so they loved it, and left it not, but made it their home, and were very happy."
"Have they preserved this MS.?" I inquired.
​"It crumbled to pieces in their hands, and before they had finished reading it."
"But no doubt they preserved the wood," I remarked.
"No one knows what became of the wood," was the reply; "and at the present time," she continued, "there is no material object left in support of the tradition."
The people were now arriving in throngs, and among them I noticed President Onneyubla gaily chatting with a young lady who walked by his side.
"Does he mean anything serious?" I inquired. "Or, in other words, does he mean to marry the young lady?"
"No!" was the answer. Then she laughingly continued, "Marriage with us is not considered a serious matter. However," she went on, "it is well known that Onneyubla will never marry, and though he seldom remains long in the company of one, yet he is a great favourite with the ladies."
"Then he is fickle," I observed.
"Not necessarily," was the reply. "Onneyubla loved once, many summers gone, but his affianced died from a fall received in the Yackla Mountains, and he never loved another."
Here I met many acquaintances, including ​Vandalia and Yeyema. From the latter I accepted an invitation to return with them to Tehana, in order to join a great excursion in one of their floating villages to the icefields and the city of Scalascala. Alvarez and Vandalia having got into conversation, Yeyema and myself took leave of them for a time, and walked among the people. I met nearty all the ladies whose acquaintance I had made at the ball, and also many fresh ones. The people were still arriving, refreshments were partaken of, and many games introduced, in which this cheerful and happy people, old and young, joined with the enthusiasm of children.
I again sought out Alvarez, and we left the dreamy Pendalozzi Valley for the palace before the masses began to depart, and while the games and other amusements were still at their height; for, notwithstanding the gaiety of the throng, I enjoyed myself more alone with Alvarez than with the many.
On our way I inquired if there were no plotting or scheming over love matters in Neuroomia.
"Lovers are perfectly free to think out their own affairs, and what course in life they intend to pursue," was the reply. "You surely do not think that any one else would interfere with them?"
​"No," I observed. "But when young ladies are in love, do they not sometimes have rivals?"
"Yes, and young men too," was the ready retort.
And the men always manage to settle their differences in an amicable manner," I remarked.
"We shall take the case of a man," she said, "who is sufficiently fortunate or unfortunate to have rivals. Then the problem as to whom she will choose is for the young lady to solve, and when she has made her choice, there is an end of the matter, but in most cases the rivals themselves can, with little difficulty, see who is the favourite, and the unfortunate ones, or otherwise, as the case may be, are sufficiently thoughtful not to seek the company of the young lady any longer."
On arriving at the palace, she inquired if I loved music. I answered in the affirmative, and then she suggested that we should go to the music room. On entering it, I was so impressed with the gorgeous style of decoration that I expressed my surprise to Alvarez.
She said that this was considered, and was from the first intended to be, the finest room in the palace.
There appeared to be an endless variety of ​stringed and wind instruments. Of course I examined them; but as my musical education never got beyond being able to play a few tunes on the concertina, I had to be content to listen to the playing of Alvarez. At first I cannot say that I felt very much interested. However, she had not gone far when I became enraptured. She also sang many songs, mostly of legendary character, and I enjoyed these even more than the music, for I loved to listen to her voice.
During one of the intervals she asked me to sing a song, but at this time I had consigned none of the Neuroomian songs to memory, so I entertained her with a comic in my own language, which of course she did not understand. So the happy hours flew by until Onneyubla and his friends returned, when a large crowd assembled in the great dining-hall, for the meal taken previous to retiring. I again sat beside Alvarez, while Onneyubla, with his cheerful manner and kind face, as usual occupied a seat at the head of the table. The conversation was chiefly upon future gatherings and excursions, and I learned that Alvarez was to be among the number going to Scalascala.
I was glad of this, but more glad to think that I had no rival, for as yet I saw none besides myself ​paying particular attention to her, and I wondered that the company of such a beautiful girl was not more sought after.
On leaving the dining-hall, we repaired to the music room, where I had the pleasure of hearing several of the ladies playing, while a number of, the men and ladies as well, entertained us by their singing. To me the songs were doubly interesting, for they offered a key to the literature of the country, which henceforward I decided to study.
After they had dispersed, I went to my bedroom, with a view to have a sound sleep, in order to be refreshed for the trip to the icefields. I cannot say, however, that T enjoyed much rest on this occasion, for many things crowded upon my imagination.
In the first place, many of my plans were in a measure baffled through the perfidy of Septimus Robinson, and yet he managed to elude punishment. I turned on one side and thought of Alvarez, then on the other and thought of Vandalia. Then again there was that "Tradition of the Two Lovers." I wondered if they ever existed, and if so, on what uninhabited land they made their home. Undoubtedly an island, but what island? Probably New Zealand, or one of the South Sea Islands, ​but the inhabitants of these islands were copper-coloured. Not all,—some were black.
Now here was a nice point to determine. The Neuroomians were white, and the inhabitants of some of the South Sea Islands were black, while those of New Zealand, and some of the islands mentioned, might be said to be a swarthy brown, a kind of compromise between the two colours. The lovers very probably had children, and was it not possible they might have intermarried with the black inhabitants of the neighbouring islands, and so have produced the Maori and other allied races? But when did the migration of the lovers take place? That would have to remain for ever with the unknown. Were there any uninhabited islands at the time? Yes, it was quite possible there were.
These matters and other problems connected with them occupied my thoughts till I became quite exhausted, and fell asleep. On waking, I felt feverish and not at all well, and for the first time since my arrival in this continent, I felt a longing for a "Cocktail" or "Pick-me-up"; but as these stimulants (at least, as beverages) were unknown in Neuroomia, I had to live down the desire. Perhaps later on I would be able to educate them in ​mysteries of manufacturing and mixing alcoholic drinks, for in this respect, notwithstanding all their knowledge, we had gained a march on them.
However, I got up, threw the heavy curtains aside, and opened the windows. The bright crimson sunbeams streamed into the room, which had now a more cheerful appearance. I knew that I should feel better after a constitutional, so I went outside.
Yes, it was glorious outside, and everything was still and quiet about the palace. I paused for a moment as to where I should go, but turned, as if influenced by some sudden impulse, in the direction of the romantic stream where I first walked with Alvarez.
I went along in a meditative mood, with my head bent down, till I approached the current, then unconsciously stood perfectly still, wholly oblivious to the surroundings, and should probably never have been aware of this fact, were it not that my thoughts were startled out of their channel by the sound of a musical voice close by. On looking up, I saw the beautiful form of Alvarez, seated on the leaning trunk of a tree near the edge of the water, with an open volume in her lap. My first impulse was to clasp her to my bosom, but she looked at ​me with such a mischievous twinkle of merriment in her laughing eyes, as if I deserved to be ridiculed for entertaining such an absurd idea even for a moment, that I felt quite disarmed, and, I confess, a little embarrassed.
You must have some weighty subjects occupying your mind," she said. "Why, you looked the picture of a philosopher coming down the slope, and the condition became you so admirably, that at first I thought it would be a serious wrong to break in on your soliloquy. However, I watched you till I became impatient; so I hope that you will pardon me, for I gave you what I considered to be a reasonable time to thresh the matter out."
"Nothing more weighty than that tradition you told me at the gathering in that charming valley recently," I answered. "I have been puzzling my brains over the fate of the descendants of the renegade lovers, and have been wondering if it were possible they might be identical with a race of people I have met, and whose early history is completely shrouded in the obscure clouds of mystery."
"I must tell you no more traditions," she said, "if they worry you so much. Why, you look quite fatigued."
​"I do not feel quite as fresh as usual," I replied. "However, I am glad you related the tradition, for it gives me food for reflection. However, it is an agreeable surprise to find you here, and you do not appear to be the least lonely."
"No! certainly not. Why should I?" she observed. "I have my own thoughts to keep me company. Of course they may not be quite so absorbing as yours, but still I feel happy."
"That," I said, "is the result of having latent happiness within yourself."
"That I do not know," was the simple reply; "but I think if I did not possess it naturally, that it could be acquired from such agreeable surroundings, for instance, from the mountains, trees, and streams, 1 have ever found them interesting companions."
"I acknowledge," I said, "that variety in the physical features of the vicinity, together with its animals and birds, have on more than one occasion added lustre to, and prolonged, my moments of gladness; but what impressed me more deeply was that mute Nature appeared to sympathize with me in my distress, and in such a soothing manner as to relieve me, in a measure, of my burden."
"That she will do in the end," responded ​Alvarez, somewhat sadly. "You have known sadness, then?" she continued.
"Yes," I answered; "and I can safely say that there are few individuals of the nations, great and small (at least, the civilized ones), in the other parts of the world, who, attaining anything approaching a ripe age, have not experienced hours, nay, even days, of bitterness of soul."
"To what is this unfortunate condition of affairs to be ascribed?" she asked.
"In some of the warm countries of the world," I answered, "the enervating effect of climate on the human body is of itself sufficient to produce a feeling of melancholy. But to this in many instances must be added fixed residence in low-lying level tracts, where the conditions of life are as monotonous as the surface of the country; and worse than all, in our large cities, tens of thousands of human beings have such limited spaces for their homes, which are often situated in extremely unhealthy localities, that disease is fostered and life shortened."
"You are fast annihilating my dreams of other lands," she interjected.
"On the other hand," I said, "there are regions where the people, surrounded by the abundant gifts of Nature, have ease, comfort, and enjoyment. ​But you have been reading, and perhaps that book is more interesting than my interruption."
"No!" was the quick answer. "Although I come often, I seldom read much here."
I now took a seat beside her, in order to have a look over the volume. She handed it to me, and I read on the cover: "The Career of the Lovers of Yacla."
"I presume it is a work of fiction," I said.
"No; a biography," was the reply. "Yet there are many chapters that indeed resemble fiction," she continued. "I suppose there are many romantic works of fiction in your language."
"Yes" I said; "but the great bulk of them at the present time treat of courtships and unhappy marriages, contracted from interested motives apart from love, such as wealth and social position,—indeed, where love was only a secondary consideration, if it existed at all; also of disputes about money matters, intrigues, and law-suits over the property of heirs and heiresses. Nevertheless, it has become a very important, if not the most important, department of our literature, a literature of which any country might be justly proud."
"Is not the hour fixed for our departure from Atazatlan approaching?" she asked.
​"Yes," I said; "and perhaps we had better return." Whereupon we made a start for the palace. On the way back I felt quite well^ and in my usual spirits.
"Is this the first trip of the season?" I inquired.
"No," she answered. "The first excursion to Scalascala took place during the time you were absent on the Penguin expedition."
"Yes," I said; "I remember now hearing of it before leaving Tehana. What is the name of the floating village, again? I cannot think of it now."
"The Dorondoro," she answered; "the same as we leave by. This is her second trip. I was on her the first time. It was quite enjoyable, though we did not venture out as far as the icefields. However, on this occasion, I believe that it is intended to make a longer stay."
"I suppose," I remarked carelessly, "that you added considerably to the happiness of some one else during the last trip."
"I don't know," was the frank reply, and she looked at me in a very innocent manner with her beautiful dark eyes.
I now felt the remark was untimely on my part. "They all appeared to enjoy themselves on the Dorondoro," she continued, after a pause.
​"Was there much love-making?" I inqaired.
"Yes," she answered, "there were many happy pairs, a number of whom, it is expected, will be happier in the near future, for this is the lovers' season, when probably more than two-thirds of the engagements of the year take place. It is during this period," she went on, "that the men turn themselves into notes of interrogation."
"And the ladies into notes of exclamation," I interjected.
"Not always in the affirmative," she observed.
"And when do they enter on the happier period?" I inquired.
"Generally during the falls of the following summer," was the reply.
"Then I may look forward to the pleasure of seeing a number of newly married couples on the excursion?" I observed.
"I don't think that you will meet any," was the answer. "They prefer the loneliness of the mountains and lakes to the company of excursionists."
"But should a young lady during the period of engagement meet with a man whom she could love better than her intended husband, how would she act in the matter?" I asked.
"Just as she pleased," was the ready response. ​"However," she continued, "if, on the other hand, a man should happen to love another better than his affianced, it is considered that he would not be justified in marrying the latter; but she invariably receives a full confession and explanation from her fickle lover, whose infirmity the lady is implored to overlook. However, they manage to arrange matters between themselves, and in the end part, knowing that it is the best course." She went on, "Cases of the kind we have been discussing, however are, fortunately, exceptionally rare, and this breaking-off engagement business is looked upon with disfavour, as it implies a want of steadfastness of purpose in the party at fault that is not calculated to inspire future confidence."
We were now approaching the palace, and Alvarez left me, going in the direction of her own quarters.
I met Yeyema in the grounds, and he informed me that they would soon be ready; so I hurried to my rooms, and having fitted up myself in holiday fashion, went into the garden, where I met Onneyubbla, when we walked into the dining-hall together. In reply to my question, he said that he was not going to the icefields on this occasion, but would probably go next trip.
​Having dined, we ascended the large conveyance, which, when we all took our seats, had quite a family-like as well as a holiday appearance. Among my acquaintances, besides Vandalia and Yeyema, were Folbrizzio, Alvarez (seated by myself), Elmia, Yondozi, and Moro. We drove through Atazatlan in the direction o£ the wharf for the Tehana vessels, and on arriving there, found one of the fast boats in waiting; so we lost no time in getting on board. The trip in this part of the Nocalattan Sea was indeed pleasant, and I think that I enjoyed it even more than on the last occasion I traversed it. Yondozi and Vandalia were together daring the whole time; but as he himself had previously informed me, when we were together on the Penguin expedition, that he always intended to remain in a state of single blessedness, I did not give the matter much consideration.
On arriving at Tehana, we did not land, but stepped on board the Dorondoro, which was in readiness, and waiting for this her last complement of passengers. She had a very imposing appearance, with her three decks, gracefully hanging boats, snug houses, and swarms of people. Indeed, at first I was doubtful if this huge mass could be made to move, but was soon to be convinced, for ​shortly after we got on board, I heard the measured, sounds of a gong or bell, and the Dorondoro moved slowly away from the wharf and out into the open sea.
On looking round among the passengers, I cannot say that I felt consoled, for standing not a great distance off was Estas. She was in conversation with a lady whom I did not know, and did not appear to notice me, and I felt very glad of it. I had now, in company with Alvarez, an opportunity of looking over the enormous mass of timber known as the Dorondoro. She was built in the form of a punt; her three decks, enclosed at the sides by the hanging boats only, were perfectly level. The first, which was not far removed from the surface of the water, resembled a floating garden. It was laid out with promenades, between which were rows of pot plants, shrubs, and even trees. Near the sides were partially enclosed nooks, where moss, ferns, and trees grew among rocks and pebbles, while several fountains, supplied by water distilled from the brine, constantly poured their light showers over them. On the second deck were placed the large dining ball and other rooms. Between the tables of the former were raised benches of staircase form, on which were ​tiers of growing flowers and pot plants of smaller size. Beyond the rooms were several rows of seats, and also open spaces, for the convenience of the people; while beyond these again were numerous stalls, where provisions, fruits, books and other articles were exhibited for sale. The bedrooms and lavatories were on the uppermost deck, above which rose several domes. These latter gave the Dorondoro a city-like appearance.
After visiting the upper portions of this wonderful structure, we returned to the lower deck, where dancing had already commenced. Alvarez and myself joined in. Estas was also in the dance, with a very modest-looking young man named Hitomlik for a partner. She had been engaged to him for some time, and Alvarez wondered they were here, as she expected that they would be married this season. I thought there was something peculiar about Hitomlik's manner, which nevertheless was agreeable. He appeared to be absent-minded and sad, so I inquired of my companion if ever he had had a long illness.
"No," was the answer; "but on one occasion ho had to be confined for a time on the island of Candilia, as he suffered from mental weakness, the result of an accident. However," she continued, ​"he is now perfectly cured, as has been proved bymore than one physician: otherwise he would not be eligible for marriage."
When the dance was over we were joined by Vandalia and Yondozi, so we sat down together. We did not take part in the next, neither did Estas. However, I noticed that Hitomlik was dancing with another young lady,—younger, indeed, and much handsomer than his former partner. After some time we took part in another dance, in which were Hitomlik and the young lady; but I saw nothing of Estas. When I next saw her, she and Hitomlik were standing close to each other, beside one of the sheltered nooks, and on the very edge of the lower deck. I glanced at the situation, and was just thinking that I should not care to be in that position with Estas, when I saw her deliberately give him a slight push with her elbow, which caused him to lose his balance and fall into the water. I believe that I called out, and rushing towards, him jumped in in an instant. I soon, however, discovered that there was no occasion for this act, for he swam like an octopus, as indeed every Neuroomian can swim. The Dorondoro was stopped, and we again got on board, after experiencing nothing worse than a good ducking. ​There were very few people near when he fell in, and every one took it for granted that the occurrence was purely accidental. We, of course, both retired to change our clothing, and during this time he began to explain the matter. I inquired if he thought she pushed him in by accident or design?
He answered that it was impossible for him to say, but that she appeared to be annoyed at the time. They had been engaged for about a year, but at the commencement of this summer he met Merindi, the young lady with whom he danced latterly, and got to love her better than Estas. (I was not surprised.) This caused him some worry. However, he thought it was better to apprise Estas, and explain the matter fully to her, as was the custom of the country. It was during this explanation that the accident took place. "Even if it were intentional," he continued, "he did not consider it to be a very serious matter, as she would know that the greatest injury she could inflict upon him by the act would be a sudden plunge-bath, and, after all, perhaps it was only what he deserved."
After dressing, we returned to the lower deck, where Hitomlik joined Merindi. I, however, saw ​nothing of Alvarez, and began to walk along the promenade, in the hope of meeting her. During this time I also missed Vandalia, and was wondering where they had gone, when I met Yeyema, and got into conversation with him about various matters. After some time had elapsed, we repaired to the middle deck for refreshments. Having patronised one of the stalls, we sat down, but I could see nothing of Alvarez on this deck. I did not question Yeyema as to their whereabouts, thinking that he very probably would not know.
However, I noticed that there was a good crowd of people some distance ahead of us, but could not see those who were sitting in front, as some were standing. I looked for some time in that direction; still, there was no sign of the ladies putting in an appearance, so I suggested to Yeyema that we go "ahead," and we walked towards the crowd. I went sufficiently far to the front to get a view of the whole, and felt satisfied that she was not among them; indeed, we were on the point of returning, when I happened to turn half round and look to the left. There I saw a sight that chilled me, and yet I had to endeavour to conceal all signs of emotion, as I did not wish to expose my weakness ​to Yeyema. Of course I would tell him of it later on, for in him I had found a true friend; but now I was agitated. There, seated beneath us, in one of the many partially enclosed crannies, was Alvarez, and in earnest conversation with a very handsome young man, whom I had not met before.
If she happened to look up, she could see us, and this made me all the more anxious to look as if I were not the least concerned. I gazed at the pair for a moment, then, without looking towards Yeyema, began to walk in the opposite direction. We had not gone far, however, when Vandalia, who was alone, joined us. This was indeed a relief, and we went to the lower deck, where a dance was about to be commenced. I asked Vandalia if she would become my partner. She consented, and we took our places. I endeavoured to be cheerful, but still I felt mortified, and was wondering if I should have to forget, when Alvarez and her sprightly companion tripped past us, and took their places in the dance. This was unbearable, and I wished the performance was over, in order to get away somewhere, feeling that I cared very little where. The music, however, commenced, and we commenced to dance with it. Although my partner knew the dance thoroughly, ​and I was under the impression that I knew it myself, still I made several blunders. However, it began to occupy my thoughts, and I got on better towards the end. When it was over, I suggested a seat on the middle deck. She agreed, and we repaired thither.
On the way I began to think of Vandalia, this strange and beautiful girl, who had never yet caused me a pang, who never took the slightest notice of me keeping the company of other young ladies, and who frankly confessed that she would love none. Surely there must be something superior in her nature! Did I meet any one like her in Neuroomia? I could only answer this question in the negative. I had met several equal to her in beauty, but none of such a sweet disposition. And why was this so? Ah, she had known distress, and had herself tasted the pangs of bitterness and despair, which the other girls with whom I was acquainted had not experienced.
We chose a seat in the far front, where we could get a good view of the sea and islands that we passed.
The cold, fresh breezes from the icy expanse played through her flaxen tresses, and she looked beautiful in her sadness.
​I now felt more consoled, though still uncomfortable enough.
"This is a lovely trip!" she remarked. "I always enjoy it so much."
"There appear to be many on board who do so," I observed.
"Yes," she answered; "the proportion of sad ones is indeed very small."
"Alvarez seems to be exceptionally happy," I remarked. "Did you notice her in the dance?"
"Yes," she said meditatively; "I think she is always happy, and why should she not be so?" she continued. "Time will pass just the same if she were otherwise."
"Are you acquainted with her companion?" I inquired.
"Yes," was the reply. His name is Omalonzi, and he is well known in Atazatlan. They have been acquainted since they were children."
"Do you think she loves him?" I asked.
"No; not with a view to matrimony," she said. "That she likes him I have no doubt, and very probably he has a regard for her; but still they are not lovers."
"They are not engaged, then?" I observed.
​"No," was the answer. "Alvarez is, as yet, engaged to none."
This was joyous news for me. "She is a charming girl," I said, "and if I do not see less of her in the future, I am afraid that I may learn to love her."
This confession brought a smile to Vandalia's face. "Alvarez has been loved on more than one occasion," she responded, "but hitherto has always turned a deaf ear to the solicitations of her suitors. She is a strange girl," she continued: "happy in her way, yet inclined to be somewhat dissatisfied with existing conditions, and yearning for that which cannot be. Yet," she went on, "she is noble in her aspirations, amiable in sentiment, and of a loving disposition. When, however, she does love, it will be with an intensity characteristic of her ardent nature."
"It is such women as she," I observed, "that become famous with us, for she possesses sufficient intellect to carry her beyond the ordinary groove of everyday life, of which, by the way, the masses become thoroughly wearied; and, apart altogether from her personal charms, there is a kind of magnetism in her manner, and pointedness in her conversation, that would be certain to seduce attention."
"You attribute, then," she said, "what you are ​pleased to term our superior state of happiness, to the more varied conditions that attend our existence?"
"Yes; but only in a measure," I answered. "Still, the people here do not labour in the one channel during their whole lives, as many do with us. However, we are approaching the ice," I remarked, for I could perceive the broken outline of the field stretching along the clear horizon.
"Yes," she said, "we shall soon come to a halt."
"And where is Scalascala?" I inquired.
"Some distance behind us now," was the answer. "We passed the channel leading to it some time before we left the Nocalattan Sea. However," she continued, "I understand that we shall call and stay there some time on our return; but, for the present, the Dorondoro will anchor near the field, in order that the people may land in the boats. You see they are already examining the fixings."
All amusements were now quitted, and the passengers began to crowd ahead, all eagerly gazing on the cold yet sublime scene in front. So we left our seat, and I met Yondozi, who presented me with a pair of skates.
The Dorondoro was now proceeding only at ​half-speed; meanwhile, preparations were being made for landing. At last she stopped near the compact field, and anchored. Then the boats were lowered, filled with ladies who desired to reach the ice for skating or other amusement, and by the time they made a few trips, there were not many of the weaker sex on board.
The men now entered the boats, and I was among the first lot, in company with Yeyema, Moro, Hitomlik, and Yondozi, We could see the proceedings on the ice: thousands of ladies, where a few minutes before was but a solitary waste, were travelling in every direction at lightning speed, while others amused themselves by playing various games.
Immediately we landed, I put on my skates, for I was anxious to have a dash on the ice. I was among the first ready; however, we waited till a number were prepared, and then we set off for a race. I happened to get the start, and was leading, and, indeed, likely to keep that position, when I met with an accident. It appears that a lady, whom I did not notice till too late, was coming in a direction at right angles to my course, and as she was passing, bumped her body against my outstretched head. This caused me to swerve and fall heavily on my back. A glance in the ​direction of the lady, as I was falling, revealed the retreating figure of Estas, and, of course, I uttered a short marine prayer for her. I was stunned for a time, but soon regained consciousness, and did not follow the advice of my companions—to return to the Dorondoro for treatment. However, my body was so stiff and sore from the effects of the fall, that further skating, for a time at least, was out of the question; indeed, it was only just before we left that I was able to indulge in the luxury of a few races with the young ladies.
During our stay the boats kept constantly plying between the vessel and the ice. This enabled the excursionists to leave and return whenever they felt disposed. When sufficient time had elapsed for them to acquire an appetite from the skating and many other exercises, preparations were made for a monster picnic. Fuel and stoves were brought from the ship, and a huge camp was formed; then fires were lit, and when this was accomplished, many curling, winding wreaths of smoke might be seen slowly and dreamily ascending from the ice, which presented an imposing spectacle. Stretching as far as the eye could reach was the level expanse, dotted here and there with moving figures, some of them so small as to be almost imperceptible in the ​distance. Towards the north it was ice, ice everywhere, till it reached the sky along the blue horizon. Nor was it cold, for the sun was not obscured by clouds; yet we suffered no inconvenience from its oblique rays.
During this time I saw Alvarez only on one or two occasions, when she came to inquire concerning the extent of the injuries I had received from the ice. On learning, however, that nothing serious had taken place, she again raced off on her skates in company with Omalonzi.
After remaining on the ice for a period equal to three or four of our days, the anchor was raised, and the Dorondoro turned slowly round and headed in the direction of the Nocalattan Sea, on her way to Scalascala.
We were now indeed a merry host, and the adventures on the icefield were discussed with animation. Of course there were a few, like myself, who felt inconvenience from the effects of placing their bodies in rather close proximity to the frozen waste. No limbs, however, were broken, and it was expected that those who were hurt would be well again before we reached our next rendezvous.
Soon after getting on board, we all sat down to a hearty meal, which I believed every one enjoyed ​thoroughly. Shortly afterwards all was tranquillity, and the Dorondoro proceeded as before, but with a sleeping cargo.
On waking, I felt my joints exceptionally stiff, and little inclined to get up; so I laid in bed and began to meditate. Alvarez was uppermost in my thoughts. Perhaps, after all, I had allowed myself to be too much worried over seeing her with, and apparently attached to, Omalonzi, and should not have avoided her; besides, had she not a perfect right to keep company with whomsoever she pleased. I could now plainly see that I had used bad judgment in this matter, and would endeavour to make amends before it was too late. Yes, I would seek out Alvarez, and try, at least, to be as friendly with her as before; and with regard to Omalonzi—well, perhaps it would be as well to take no notice of him.
I now heard a tapping at my door, and called out, "Come in," whereupon it opened slowly, and Yondozi made his appearance.
He said that he had looked in to see if I were unwell, as he had been wondering why I was not up.
"Are the others up?" I inquired.
Yes, the others had been up for some time, and ​the meal was nearly ready; however, that would make no difference, he said, as I could get whatever I required at any time.
But the mention of it did make a difference to me, for I now felt hungry, and was up in a moment. My friend waited for me, and we both repaired to the middle deck, and took a seat at one of the tables.
As we approached, a small dark-eyed girl was quitting her seat. Yondozi spoke to her, and introduced me. Her name was Delemia, and I learnt from my friend that she was an actress, also a talented musician, and one of the best singers in the country. She belonged to Tehana, and had acted at the Wameroo Theatre already this season.
I felt much interest in my new acquaintance; indeed, hers was a face not to be easily forgotten. I inquired if there was any prospect of hearing her sing.
"Yes," he said. "She has gone towards the drawing-room, and is very probably playing there at the present time."
Having finished our meal, we walked into the drawing-room, where there were a number of ladies and some members of the sterner sex as well. ​Delemia was not playing, however, bub reclining on a couch, with a book in her hand.
Yondozi went and spoke a few words to her, whereupon she advanced to a stringed instrument resembling a piano, only much larger, and played several tunes, all of which were foreign to me. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the music, and felt that Yondozi was right in his opinion. She sang a song, only one, but I shall never forget it—never forget the sweetness of that apparently sad voice. It dwells in my memory like a soft yet brilliant star, whose halo shall neither be extinguished nor dimmed by time. After she had ended, she sat still for a while, but no one asked her to sing another, and all were silent.
Seeing this, I thought it only right that I should act the gallant, so I led her back to her former seat, then joining Yondozi, we descended to the lower deck, for I was anxious to have a smoke. We went astern, and having filled and lit my pipe, addressed my friend.
"Come now, old boy," I said (he was nearly twice as old as myself), "did not that singing set you thinking about changing your views on matrimony? Picture to yourself how charming it would be to have the possessor of that voice with you in ​a mountain home near one of those dreamy lakes. It makes me poetical to think of it."
"Delemia is a noble as well as an attractive girl," he answered; "but though of an extremely romantic disposition, she has been accustomed to society, and I am inclined to the belief that the stage would be more congenial to her active imagination than a secluded home among the mountains; and, farther, if it were otherwise, I am doubtful if she would care to share the enjoyments and drawbacks attending a rural life with me."
"Suppose you try to persuade her," I said.
"I have not changed my views concerning matrimony, and there is therefore no occasion," was the reply.
"Do you not think," I said, "that you would be happier with one of the fascinating girls of Neuroomia for a mate, than by permanently remaining in your present state?"
"Possibly," was the answer; "but in order to realize the felicity of that state, it would be necessary for me to forego enjoyments to which I have grown accustomed. Indeed, it would appear," he continued, "that one happiness is obtained only by the forfeiture of another; therefore, if weighed in the balance, it is questionable which would prove ​the more ponderous: that which I should be compelled to relinquish, or that which a change in my state may possibly bring into existence."
"In Neuroomia," I replied, "where there is no danger of experiencing the discomforts and annoyances arising from poverty, and where existence is surrounded by conditions in the highest degree a vourable, I fail to see how or why it would be incumbent on a man taking a partner for life to make any serious sacrifices."
"I was not speaking generally," he said, "but as regards my own individual case. Concerning marriage," he continued, "I have thought over the matter, and hold that, notwithstanding whatever has been said against it as an institution, and whatever its drawbacks might be, that to me the wedded state appears the most natural and noble for all. As for myself, perhaps I should have taken a partner, but then I should have taken one before I reached the meridian of life."
"You are not an old man yet," I interjected.
"No," was the answer; "it is not age so much as the groove I have got into that now forms the barrier. For the last fifty years I followed a roving life, and led an expedition to the mountains every summer, frequently remaining away from ​civilization during the whole time the sun was shining. Then, during the opposite half of the year, I led a secluded life, meditating over what I had seen, and writing books. Now if I changed my condition, in the first instance, I should have to abandon going on these expeditions; but I have got to love them, to love living alone and away from the haunts of men, surrounded only by Nature, and listening to her whisperings, and again, during the period of twilight, I could not expect to devote the amount of time to literary work that I do at present."
"Might not your wife be induced to take an interest in many things that interest you?" I observed.
"Yes," was the answer, "quite probably; but I consider that it would be selfish to anticipate it. "We shall take a case in point," he continued, "and assume that I am about to marry Delemia. What right have I to expect that she should become reconciled to my mode of life, any more than I to the stage?" He went on, "I think it would be selfishness on my part to arrive at a foregone conclusion concerning her profession, or any enjoyments that she has known. No, I would rather remain in my present state, than be the means of ​withdrawing one iota of the pleasures of existence from the life of another; but here is the object of our discussion approaching, and I shall leave you to form a closer acquaintance with her, and see that you do not become sentimental, for she has charms to please."
Saying this, he walked towards Moro, who was only a little distance off.
True enough, Delemia herself was near, and would have passed me by, were it not that I happened to look towards her and give a glance of recognition. She paused for a moment, but I was already on my feet, and after we had spoken a few words, proposed the middle deck as a better place for obtaining a good view of sea and land, for the Dorondoro was majestically moving near the shore, while headland, cove, and island were slowly following one another to the rear.
"I suppose," I observed, "that we are drawing near Scalascala?"
"Yes," she said, and continued, in her musical voice, "I have not been here before, but have just been told that we are already in the channel, and will soon be in the harbour, and within sight of the city. I understand that you like Neuroomia," she continued.
​"Yes," I replied, "and more than all her handsome girls."
"In that case," she said, "you should specially enjoy this trip^ for I believe there are many beautiful young ladies in Scalascala; but you surely have not yet forgotten the maids of other lands, whom we pictured in imagination to be so fair!"
"No," I answered, "but I fear that they have long forgotten me, and doubtless ere now look upon me as being no more."
"Sad thoughts to entertain," she said musingly; then, looking ahead, suddenly exclaimed: "See! there are the wooden towers of Scalascala."
Yes, I could see them plain enough; but my attention was now drawn in other directions, for we were entering a picturesque little harbour, which I began meditatively to compare with the bay at Atazatlan, when my sweet companion broke in,—
"I have long been looking forward to this excursion. What a lovely sight! There is much to be seen here, for Orangala is frequently known as the 'country of wonders.'"
We could now obtain a good view of the city itself, which was built on a tableland some distance above the sea. Although we were approaching the wharf, on which there was a very large concourse ​of people waving green boughs, yet there was not the least bustle or excitement, nor was this attributable to indifference on the part of the passengers, for the expression of gladness in every countenance showed how much they were interested.
On reaching the wharf, an aged yet vigorous-looking little man stepped on board, went up to Yeyema, and addressed him, saying "that on behalf of the people he came to welcome himself and the excursionists to Scalascala." This happened on the lower deck, so I went down, Delemia in the meantime going away to prepare for landing.
I met Yeyema at the foot of the staircase, and he introduced me to Golonzola, Governor of Scalascala and the State of Orangala, then stepped ashore to meet his wife, who had been having a prolonged stay here with her own people.
I found the Governor an interesting personage. His trimmed hair and beard were quite white, yet he moved about with the sprightliness of a lad. He spoke quickly, in short sentences, and at times with a kind of restrained abruptness, that indicated his nervous temperament. He invited me to become his guest, and made a few inquiries about the land from which I sailed, then went off among the passengers, with whom he conversed freely.
​I now went ashore to take leave of Yeyema, and saw Vandalia, who introduced me to her mother, Ilimbi, whom I met for the first time. She was a blonde, and much resembled her daughter.
A large number of the passengers made the Dorondoro their home during their stay; but many others, among whom were Vandalia, Yeyema, Delemia, and Yondozi, went to live with their friends in the city or country.
The people were parting, yet the parting was only to be of a temporary character, for it was understood that many would meet again before we left, and such was the case.
After leaving the wharf, we drove through the city, which I found to differ in design from Atazatlan and Tehana. I remarked this to Golonzola, who said that it had always been the express desire of the inhabitants of Neuroomia that their cities should resemble each other as little as possible. The houses were handsome structures, all built of wood, and in line. The buildings were surrounded by spacious gardens, between which were the even streets, overlaid with heavy planking of dark-coloured timber.
On arriving at Golonzola's residence, which was beautifully situated on the banks of a large lake, ​and surrounded by trees, I was introduced to his two grand-daughters, also a lady friend of theirs, one Fudelora, a tall blonde, with deep blue eyes and flaxen hair; but what impressed me most was her clear metallic voice, whose accents fell agreeably on the ear. As soon as I saw her and our eyes met, I knew that she would prove an attractable companion. I felt that with her the moments would indeed be possessed of speedy wings. The young ladies accompanied me through the grounds and along the banks of the great lake. Here we spent a happy time till the dining hour approached, when we returned to Zallazélma, as the residence was called.
Again I met many strangers of both sexes, to whom I was introduced, and when I entered the dining hall, I found that there was a large assemblage. I sat next to Golonzola, who in the meantime told me that he was one hundred and ninety years of age, and that he had been governor for a longer period than any man living. His wife was dead, and many of his grandchildren were grown up.
After the meal was over, we went to the ballroom, where dancing was kept up for some time. However, I did not remain there long, and after a ​dance with Fudelora and a few others, I songht out my apartments, for I felt tired and sleepy.
Still I lay awake for some time thinking of the events of the past, and when I did fall into a heavy slumber, many beautiful faces presented themselves to my imagination in dreamland. I did not awake till aroused by the tinkling of a small machine in my room.
Now in Neuroomia it is not the custom, except on momentous occasions, to disturb sleepers until they have had their fill, so I knew that some important movement was impending, and was up in an instant.
On going out, I learned that a number of the guests were preparing for a trip to some interesting part in the neighbourhood, and were desirous that I should be one of the company. Of course this was agreeable news for me, so I lost no time in partaking of some luncheon, then mounted my flanilla, and we made a start.
Our route for some distance was through hills and hollows, evidently the result of volcanic agency, the country everywhere being in a high state of cultivation; homestead after homestead, nestling dreamily in the surrounding groves, was passed, and the winding road gradually ascended till we reached the top of what appeared to be a moderately elevated ​table-land. Here the houses and tilled fields disappeared, and we found ourselves on a level, barren tract of land covered with low shrubs, while the dark outline of a dense forest stretched along the horizon in front. It was indeed a delightful ride, with Fudelora by ray side, and I felt doubly invigorated by the fresh breezes from the ice.
"Have we much farther to go before we make a halt?" I inquired of my fair companion, for I began to think of the animals carrying the provisions.
"Not very far," was the reply. "You see the forest yonder," she continued; "well, we have only to proceed a little distance into it, when we meet the Poroporia, or first great sunk valley. There we shall be staying for some time; indeed, it is very probable that we shall not be going beyond it on this occasion."
"Have you ever been to Tehana?" I asked.
"No," was the answer. "I was born in Orangala, and have never been beyond the borders of the state."
"You are not fond of travelling, then?" I remarked.
"No," she responded; "I cannot say that I am. People travel, I understand," she continued, "in order to enjoy themselves; but if you can enjoy ​yourself at home, is not that sufficient?" She went on, "Of course there are many exceptions, but as a general rule the people of Scalascala travel little, in fact, less than those of any other part of Neuroomia."
"They are, then, satisfied with their lot," I observed.
"Undoubtedly," was the answer, "although I do not mean to imply by that assertion that they are more contented or happier here than elsewhere. This part, however, besides being fertile and picturesque, has many natural curiosities, and it is to see the latter that large crowds find their way here every year during the falls. Some remain long enough to become well acquainted, others take wives away with them, so that we have many friends and relations in the distant states and cities. These return, and we are always glad to see them, and look forward to their coming. When are you going to return?" she asked.
"Whenever the Dorondoro leaves," I replied.
"Then you will not be able to see much of our territory," she said, "for she does not intend to remain here long."
"I hope to enjoy the privilege in future," I responded, "for I feel that I could be very happy ​here for a much longer period than I have to spare at present; but I have promised to return by the Dorondoro, and my friends will expect me. However, I intend to have another trip here during the next summer."
Here our conversation was interrupted by the stumbling of one of the animals laden with picnic items. He fell, and the load came to grief. I hurried up to the scene, and with others began to gather whatever eatables were not soiled, and placed them in a fresh pack. I expressed regret to Fudelora at what had happened. She only looked surprised, and observed that trivial accidents of that kind, and over which they had no control, never caused them any concern. Meanwhile, the man who led the animal was patting it on the neck, and appeared to sympathise with it in its misfortune, for both its knees were cut by the hard pebbles.
We entered the forest, which in many respects differed from those of other mountain regions. There was a total absence of undergrowth, and the ground was strewn with small dry twigs and dead leaves. No herbage was to be seen, and the feet of the animals produced a peculiar metallic sound, which indicated the proximity of the rock to the surface whenever they proceeded quickly.
​All at once, and without any warning, from the appearance of the adjacent surface, that we were approaching the wonderful, we found ourselves on the brink of the sunk Poroporia Valley. The scene was indeed impressive, rendered doubly so by the suddenness with which it burst upon the view. Towards the right the valley gradually rose in the direction of the distant mountains, but towards the left, as far as we could see, it curved in and out till lost in a haze of blue. The walls, which were composed of different varieties of beautiful stone, were perpendicular in many places for thousands of feet. Their numerous colours glittered in the soft sunlight, and formed a singular contrast to the portions darkened by shade. Numerous streams of clear water poured over ledges and terraces to join the mightier torrent beneath. This river widened out in several places, forming small silent lakes, with roaring cataracts between them.
The spectacle was stupendous, and for a time banished all other thoughts. Although all the members of our company, myself excepted, had on previous occasions visited this wonderful depression, yet they stood and admired as if they had never seen it before.
"I am not surprised," I said, addressing ​Fudelora, "that so many visitors every season come to Scalascala. The wonder is that they have not built homes in this sublime locality."
"The people of Orangala, generations ago," she answered, "decided that no buildings of any kind should be erected near the Poroporia Valley, for they justly considered that the work of man was incapable of adding to its loveliness. They were pleased with it as left by nature, and we of the present day share their opinions."
We again mounted our flanillas, and proceeded for some distance along the edge, in order to find some spot suitable for a temporary camping-ground for ourselves and the animals. This we soon discovered in the shape of a small, grassy pasture overlooking the valley beneath. Here, however, a crowd had already halted, and were enjoying themselves. I at once recognised some of my Dorondoro friends among them.
Having dismounted, and released the animals from their burdens, we joined the excursionists, and I met Yeyema, Hitomlik, Delemia, Yondozi, Vandalia, and her mother and younger sister. I spoke a few words to them all, and was in the act of passing over to some one in the crowd, when I almost hit up against Alvarez, who was walking in ​the opposite direction. I began to apologise for my inadvertent intrusion, when she smiled in her former enchanting manner, and inquired, though apparently without much concern, if I had wholly recovered from the effects of my experience on the ice. We conversed for a while, and I found her as agreeable as ever. She was by herself, and although I looked about me more than once, I saw nothing of Omalonzi or Estas. This, however, did not cause me any serious inconvenience, and, after doing justice to the good things we had brought with us, took part in their games.
Time wore on, gladness ruled the hours, and many were the loving glances exchanged, when the happy throng were startled by the shrill cry of a human being as in distress. All looked, and some hurried in the direction from whence it came. I happened to be among the foremost, and, on arriving at the edge of a deep and dark gorge, which ran into the great valley itself, I saw the form of a woman, with a child clasped in her arms, hung in the branches of a tree some distance beneath. The woman was still and silent, but the child tossed and moaned occasionally. Ropes were speedily obtained and a man lowered, who made the lady fast to the end of one.
​Meanwhile, a woman came running up, and on looking down, suddenly exclaimed, "My child! my child!"
"He's saved," cried some one. "Estas has saved him."
The unconscious lady was brought to the top, and, true enough, she proved to be Estas, who, after all, was not injured beyond hopes of recovery. The child soon followed, and was found to be little hurt.
All was now clear—Estas had saved the child's life at the risk of her own. Indeed, the occurrence was witnessed by a couple of lovers, who happened to be near, and from the young lady, not from Estas, came the cry. It appears that the child in its play was running towards the precipice, heedless of danger, when Estas noticed him and ran to the rescue. She was just in time to take hold of him as he was going over, but was unable to recover her balance, and both disappeared.
It now occurred to me that Dr. Exelexeto was right—Estas, notwithstanding her many drawbacks, had good qualities, in common with the other women in Neuroomia, and here was ample proof that she also possessed noble ones.
​The crowd dispersed, and some returned to their former pastimes. For my own part, I preferred to walk alone with Alvarez along the brink of the beautiful valley. We were now on our former footing, and I felt how foolish it was to have grieved so much over her keeping company with Omalonzi, for, after all, there was probably no love between them.
"Have you anything to equal the Poroporia in other parts of the world?" she inquired.
I answered that 1 must confess I had never seen one on such a grand scale before, and also passed an opinion about the suitability of the vicinity for dwellings.
"I do not think I would like it," she said; "it is too awe-inspiring. Whenever I view it, it draws me towards itself, and at the same time I feel a kind of shrinking from it. It makes me feel so insignificant, so palpably aware of my own littleness, that I feel as if I wished to be away from it, and at the same time causes a melancholy cloud to creep over me, and I feel sad; and yet the sadness it produces cannot be said to be unpleasant. No," she continued, "I would prefer a home in the wild mountains to one in the neighbourhood of this lovely abyss."
​"You prefer a rural to a city life, do you not?" I asked.
"Yes," she answered. "There is really too much company in the city, and you have too little time to yourself. Then there is the temptation to visit and receive friends. Time flies quickly, and life is apt to slip by without accomplishing anything. In the country you have time to reflect, and view objects as they were originally designed by Nature, to which the works of man have a constant tendency to revert." She went on, "The country, and not the city, appears to me to be the true home of the human race; life in it is more simple and less artificial than in the large centres of population. And this is well known to our legislators, who are endeavouring to make the cities as like the country as possible. Scalascala, for instance, could hardly be called a city at all."
"Do you not think," I said, "that you are highly compensated for the time you spend with your friends, we'll say in comparative indolence, by the exchange of ideas, which has a tendency, generally speaking, to give an impetus to thought?"
"Very true," she replied. "I believe that limited conversation is essential to progress; and ​as for benefitting by the ideas of others, there is little doubt that every one is improved by hearing the opinions of the intellectual. But," she continued, "is it not possible to hear too many ideas, and to spend too much time in analysing them. You will pardon me," she went on, "if I entertain a prejudice in this matter, for I have spent the greater portion of my life in the country, and have got to believe that one is more likely to receive truly great ideas from Nature than from man."
"But in the face of this," I said, "does not the majority of your people possess an inclination to drift to the large cities?"
"No," she replied, in a surprised tone, "it cannot be said that such is the case. On the contrary, it is just the opposite, for by far the greater number choose, and love to live in, the country. Nearly all our gifted men live there; some, indeed, in a seclusion. that many of us think unbecoming, and I can safely say that our rulers—with, of course, a few exceptions—spend more than half their term of office at their rural seats."
"It is not so with us," I said; "for it is the ambition of nearly every one to live in or near the great cities, which are growing, in old and new ​countries alike, at a rate that is causing serious alarm to many of our ablest politicians. However, I notice that our friends are making preparations to leave, and perhaps we had better return."
"Yes," she replied, "if you do not wish to make the Poroporia your romantic home."
When we arrived at our camp, we found nearly every one ready; so Alvarez joined those friends with whom she came, and I commenced my return journey in company with Fudelora and the others of our party. Having paid little or no attention to this young lady during our stay at the valley, I naturally expected that she might not be inclined to feel so favourably towards me as she had formerly done. Indeed, I felt myself culpable for my negligence. However, to my surprise, I found that it did not make the slightest difference in her behaviour, for she was just as jovial and affable as before.
I now began to discover that jealousy was not one of the traits of character in the Neuroomian women, and to question if it existed among them at all. Hitherto I had seen no indication of it, and the inference from this was that the men could not be influenced by this ignominious passion. As for myself, I knew that it was one of my ​weaknesses, but I would rise above it in future. No Neuroomian, male or female, would be able to detect the slightest sign of this detestable quality in my disposition; I would suppress it in the bud, for no one was benefitted by entertaining it. It certainly was not ennobling, and only made the individual who was foolish enough to give way to it more miserable. Yes, I would banish it for ever, for, to say the least of it, it was childish, and not becoming the dignity that should appertain to manhood.
I was meditating over this and the beauties of the Poroporia, when Fudelora inquired if I ever felt a desire to return to my own land. I replied in the affirmative: that occasionally I wished to be back again, but as time passed I thought less about the matter, for I had always led the life of a rover. I had gone to sea, as we termed it, when a boy, and had been sailing, with longer or shorter intervals on the land, ever since.
"Having led such an adventurous life," she said, "do you not find life in Neuroomia somewhat monotonous?"
"No," I answered. "On the contrary, it is the only land that I have yet visited wherein I have not found existence monotonous. There is neither ​the variety of character nor conditions of life here that I have found elsewhere; but, on the other hand, there is a total absence of that grinding struggle for existence that makes life so wearisome in many a beautiful region."
We had now left the forest, and were entering upon the cultivated country, when I noticed that the road was strange to me. I pointed this out to Fudelora, who replied that all was right, and that we were returning by a fresh route, which she trusted would prove interesting. And such indeed was the case, for, on winding through the undulating country, we passed magnificent houses, with their beautiful lawns and gardens, and, at the same time, obtained a clear view of the sea and icefields beyond.
It was here that the idea of settling upon the land first entered my thoughts. Why, life in a situation like this would be ideal! I had an opportunity of seeing more of the country than when we were setting out, and I could not help exclaiming to my charming companion that I now understood why the inhabitants of Orangola were not partial to travelling.
We could now see Scalascala and the beautiful lake of Yallazélma in the distance. On arriving ​there, we were welcomed by Golonzola, and, having taken refreshments, the Dorondoro passengers began to prepare to leave, for the hour of the vessel's departure was approaching. The Governor drove us down to the wharf, where we again joined our friends and got on board. We had a number of fresh passengers, including those who remained from the last trip and a few from Scalascala. There was waving of blossoming boughs, and bouquets were changing hands; indeed, the former was continued until the Dorondoro was well out in the harbour on her return journey to Tehana.
All were gay, the soft strains of music were heard on every side, and dancing and other pastimes were commenced. I saw Omalonzi: he was paying his addresses to another young lady, and I felt glad of it. Still, I did not forget the sadness, however temporary, that Alvarez and himself had caused me before we landed. So I determined to avoid the young ladies during the homeward passage, and keep in the company of my male friends. By doing this, there would be no danger of experiencing disappointments similar to the one referred to. Besides, I now began to take a greater interest in this wonderful country—my future ​home—and was anxious to learn more of its history, government, and institutions. So I walked into the library, which was placed on the middle deck, and began to examine a large map, or chart, of the Nocalattan Sea that hung from the walls.
Yeyema now happened to step in, and we entered into conversation. He made inquiries about the extent of my travels in the vicinity of Scalascala, and continued,—
"Being a seafaring man, you doubtless take an interest in maritime charts and drawings."
I replied in the affirmative.
He went on, "We have a large collection in the maritime division of the Tehana library, which you will be able to examine."
"The coast-line of this sea is terribly indented," I said. "The bays and small coves appear to be innumerable, and a piece of straight beach of any important length is nowhere to be seen. Rocks also seem plentiful in many parts."
"Yes," he said. "The configuration is extremely irregular. Still, this is an advantage to the people, for, apart from the diversity of scenery, it affords more room for settlements along its shores,—a circumstance that was once largely availed of; for here, in the earlier history of the ​country, the inhabitants made their homes, and attained, to a large extent, the means of subsistence from tho adjacent waters. Indeed," he continued, "in past ages the Nocalattan Sea has been a powerful agent in civilizing the people, for it afforded an easy and ready means of communication between the different tribes roving in the vicinity. The exchange of products took place, trade sprang into existence, and the general advancement of the people followed."
"And what do those dark double lines indicate?" I inquired.
"They are the metal or lino roads that connect the inland towns with the sea-board, and with ono another," ho answered. "If you feel so disposed," he continued, "you may soon have trip on one of them, for after remaining a short time in Tehana, I intend to proceed to Yacla, and if you choose to come, I shall be glad of your company. It will be my last trip of the season."
1 agreed to this proposal, and Yeyema went away with his wife and daughter, who came to seek him.
After they were gone, I went out, and seeing Yondozi alone, walked up to where he sat.
"The Nocalattan Sea is well off for rocks," I ​said, "and on this account, judging from the chart in the library, should be difficult to navigate."
"Not at all," was the answer. "All the rocks along the route used for ordinary navigation have been removed. There are, of course, many still remaining, but they are to be found in localities not frequently visited."
"Do they ever cause accidents?" I inquired.
"Very few in recent times," was the ready response, "for the positions are well known. However," he continued, "they have been the cause of the death of many in the past, and perhaps the saddest case on record in connection with them is the wreck of the floating village Yannawanya, which took place only during the last generation."
I begged him to proceed.
"No one was blamed for this dire catastrophe," he said, "for the rock which caused the calamity had been thrown up during an earthquake, where none had previously existed. The Yannawanya was even larger than the Dorondoro, and had been fitted up and provisioned for a long cruise among the bays and islands in the southern basin of Nocalattan Sea, a part at that time noted for its wild and rugged beauty, but seldom visited. She struck when nearly every one was asleep, and ​shortly after leaving the island of Tooroona, where they had remained some time. It appears that they were treated to a series of entertainments by the people of the island, and were awake attending on these festivals during the whole of their stay. On leaving, they immediately betook themselves to their beds, in the hope of having a long sleep, and, alas! that hope was only too terribly realized. There was just the one shock, and she disappeared, whither, no one can tell, but it is believed that she was drawn underneath partly by the action of a whirlpool. However, be that as it may, no trace of her has ever been found. Of course several spars of the lighter kinds of wood, that doubtless broke off after she struck, have been recovered, and to these the survivors clung till they were seen and rescued."
"How many?" I asked.
"Only four," was the nervous response. "Four out of that vast concourse. The exact number will never be known," he continued meditatively; "but it is believed that about ten thousand persons perished during that lamentable hour. This dreadful event for a time paralyzed the whole nation, and for a long period there was no expedition to the Southern Sea, as it is sometimes called. A more ​romantic history, however, belongs to the survivors, who were lovers—two men and two young ladies. Each of the men met the girl to whom he became attached for the first time on board the fated vessel. The four were standing near the stern of the middle deck when she struck, and were thrown clean out into the water. No one saw her going down, for they began to swim with all their strength in the opposite direction. On looking round, they saw nothing where the Yannawanya once had been but a few pieces of timber from her upper parts. I need scarcely mention," he went on, "that the impression this sad occurrence left on the minds of the lovers was deep. However, they determined that the event should always remain fresh in their memories, and never returned to their homes or civilization, but chose fresh dwelling-places fur themselves on a high plateau, enclosed on all sides by lofty mountain ranges. Here, on the banks of a beautiful fresh-water lake, which they named 'Yannawanya,' they built their houses, and laid the foundations of the city of Yacla. The Government of the day confirmed their choice. Others soon followed, and remained with them, for the climate was salubrious, and the soil fertile. They lived to a ripe age, and now ​rest in the land of their adoption; but the city they had founded grew and prospered, and promises, at no distant date, to rival Tehana itself."
"The rock has doubtless been removed," I observed.
"No," was the reply. "It crumbled away, and actually dissolved, by some peculiar and latent agency at present not understood by us. As for the whirlpool, its influence has long ceased to be felt."
"Are there many different kinds of rock in the sea?" I asked.
"Only three," was the answer. "First we have volcanic, like the one in question, then sandstone, but the hardest and most dangerous is that formed by the labours of a small marine insect."
"Coral rocks," I exclaimed. "Why! I had no idea they existed here. In some instances they take interesting and beautiful shapes, resembling plants and other objects, beneath the waters of our warmer seas."
"They alike do the same here," he observed. "And you may see many specimens to the collection I have added to the Geographical Department at Atazatlan."
Here we parted, and I returned to the library ​full of thought. Then, choosing a book, I laid down full length on a couch, and read myself off to sleep.
When I woke up, I sought out my room, and prepared for the meal which happened to be ready.
From my window I could plainly distinguish the colours of the wonderful Polar fountain, and from this I knew that we were again drawing near Neuroomia's greatest city. We sat long at the table discussing various events, and on going out, the, city was right before us, and the Dorondoro bending for the wharf.
After we landed, I took leave of Alvarez, Yondozi, and some more of my friends, who were going to return at once to Atazatlan, then drove with Yeyema to his residence, and once more became his guest.
From the time I first heard Delemia singing, I decided to visit the Tehana theatres on the first opportunity. I made my wish known to Yeyema. He said that he was not going just then himself, as he had State matters to attend to; however, that Vandalia was fond of theatre-going, and would probably be ready to accompany me. She was acquainted with all the principal actors and actresses, also dramatic authors, and would be able to give me introductions.
​On interviewing Vandalia about the matter, she was willing to go, but would not be ready for some little time. So I promised to wait, and in the meantime went for a ride in the neighbourhood. When I returned, she was waiting, so we rode together to the "Pondropell."
On arriving in front of a very massive building, we handed the animals to one of the lads in attendance, who took them away to an enclosure reserved for their use.
"Where shall we sit?" I inquired.
"Anywhere," was the quick response. "There will be a number of vacant seats."
We paid with a coin after passing through the wide doorway—tickets not being used,—then mounted about a dozen steps, and found ourselves on another floor, with a large screen or portable door in front. On -this were some excellent paintings of celebrated artists and scenery. There was a wide opening on either side, and we passed to the left into the main building. The front, with its pillars and porticos, was indeed grand, and I considered that it probably formed an index to the interior, so that I expected to see something beyond what I had been accustomed in the way of theatres, but I certainly never anticipated such a ​gorgeous spectacle as was now presented to our view. The room was lofty, and of stupendous dimensions. There were rows of seats in front, and tiers of seats on the three sides, one rising above the other to a considerable height. The oval roof was supported by golden columns, which ran round the whole building, and the tapestry was of the richest character, and, indeed, ineffable. There were no stalls, pit, or galleries, and no difference in price, the seats being so arranged as to make the matter of choice of little importance.
My attention, however, was attracted by the stage, with its magnificent curtains and hangings. It was now vacant, and we took the first empty seats we came to, Vandalia showing no anxiety to get to the front. Indeed, there were many empty places near the stage, while a number of those near the door were occupied. This surprised me, and I asked of Vandalia, if there happened to be a crowded house, would there not be a rush for the front seats?
"No," she replied. "Some people like to sit near the stage, but others again prefer to be some distance away, while a proceeding of the kind you have mentioned would be considered selfishness on the part of those concerned, and this would not be ​to their advantage in the event of there being a full house," she continued. "It is understood that the younger members of the audience shall ascend to the higher tiers, but the management look after these matters when required. Besides," she went on, "there are many theatres in the city which do not differ materially from one another, and as a general rule, the people are not so enthusiastic over the drama as to over-crowd any particular one."
We now heard the strains of music from invisible musicians, and a number of beautiful girls, just budding into womanhood, appeared, as if by magic, on the stage. They were dressed in the most brilliant costumes, danced, sang, and made their exit.
Then Delemia appeared by herself. She was greeted with applause. I learnt from Vandalia that she was the prima donna of the company. She indeed looked charming, and sang in her usually superb style. When she concluded, there were evident signs of universal admiration, and the stage was fairly strewn with flowery wreaths.
The singing and dancing, however, were only a preliminary to the opera itself, which represented some historical event with which I was not ​acquainted, but which evidently took place at a time when the people were less civilized than at present. It, however, proved to be of an intensely absorbing character, and Delemia took a leading part.
At the conclusion, I inquired of Vandalia if the display of passion exhibited were not exaggerated, as it seemed to me not to be in accord with the apparent ease and self-control of the people of Neuroomia. She answered that the artistes always endeavoured to faithfully represent the sentiments and customs of the period to which their drama referred, but at times, notwithstanding the accuracy of their history, it was difficult for them to become acquainted with the incidents that gave tone to events, and the motives that influenced men and manners in past ages.
When we returned, we found Yeyema busy in making preparations for our projected tour to Yacla. I felt something more than a passing interest in this place, and in answer to my friend's query, affirmed that I was ready.
I noticed a nervousness in his actions that I had not witnessed before, nor did he appear to be in his usual spirits. However, I did not think much of the matter, but attributed it to the excitement that some persons are always ​more or less addicted to, before commencing a journey.
We drove to a point on the metal lines, and got into an enormous conveyance. The lines were laid much the same as on our own railways. They were, however, much heavier, and farther apart, while there was only one carriage, which appeared large enough to contain half the population of a good-sized town. It began to move at the appointed time, and we soon found ourselves whirling towards the interior at a rate of speed that seemed to me to baffle calculation. The road was by no means even, nor was there any occasion for it to be so, for the conveyance went up steep inclines, and descended their opposite sides, without the least difficulty.
On arriving at the city, we were met by the Governor, Unaloplo, and two of Yeyema's brothers. The former extended us a ready welcome in a quiet, unostentatious manner. Notwithstanding the high position Yeyema held among the rulers of the continent, and his unquestioned popularity, yet at none of the centres we visited was there any demonstration on the part of the people. Still, there was a genuine ring about the simplicity of the receptions that contrasted strongly with the empty ​display of hypocrisy and affectation indulged in on many occasions by my own people (I regret to admit it) when paying tribute to their representatives and politicians.
Here I parted with my friend, who took his departure with his brothers to his mother's residence. In the meantime I drove off with Unaloplo, and became his guest. I felt very much out of sorts by our rapid transit. However, I had a glorious sleep, and woke up after a longer repose than usual, feeling soothed and refreshed, and with an inclination to see and learn as much as I could about this romantic territory.
According to previous arrangement, I met and went abroad with Yeyema, who was unusually taciturn, while I, on the contrary, felt excessively delighted at the dreamy beauties of Lake Yannawanya and the vicinity.
After leaving the city, we walked along its banks for some distance, then, turning into a wood, began to ascend a slight eminence. Here Yeyema broke the silence. "I have come here on a rather sad mission," he said; "to visit the grave of my father, and, perhaps, should have left Yacla alone on this occasion, as I always do. However, as you are here, I shall feel a relief in telling you my story."
​I begged him to proceed.
"I have observed," he continued, with a certain degree of pride and happiness, "that you entertain what I believe to be a very high opinion of the people and conditions of life here; but although our longevity is about three times that of the inhabitants of other lands, still the end comes, for we are mortals, and it is the regret at losing those we love that makes such a large portion of our lives, that might otherwise be happy, so full of sadness. My father removed here, with his young family, during the time of the lovers, and when there were very few people. Alas! how well I can now remember the many happy years passed with my sisters, brothers, and youthful playmates along the shores of this then secluded lake. But time rolled on here as elsewhere, and when, in due course, it was arranged that I should seek a home for myself, I left my parents, and settled on the land a long distance away from them. Still, I used to return periodically, and was happy, until one summer the bitter fact cruelly forced itself upon me, that he whom I loved was no more. It seemed as if an eagle had driven his claws deep into my heart, and retained his savage grip with a ferocity that extinguished the least hope of it ​ever being relaxed. I have felt it from that hour, and I fell it still, and no matter what hopes I realize, or what successes I attain, that wasting pain remains, till eventually it will consume itself."
We had now arrived at the summit, and here, in view of the snowy heights above and the tranquil lake beneath, were a few graves, covered over by unhewn stones, bearing the names and other particulars concerning the sleeping forms they covered.
"There he rests," he said, pointing to the nearest.
I examined the others, and knew they were those of the lovers.
On our way back, he inquired if my parents were living. I answered in the negative, saying that they died while I was still very young, and that I scarcely remembered them at all.
On arriving at Unaloplo's residence we again parted, and he returned to the cottage, saying that he would call for me when about to leave Yacla. I found the Governor to be a quiet, reserved, and, comparatively speaking, young bachelor; yet he was kind and courteous. His tranquil disposition appeared to be more the result of meditation than caution, for he was a deep reader, a profound thinker, and more of a poet than a statesman.
​There were no ladies about the place. However, we visited several families together, and I spent many pleasant hours in his company. The city had no regular form, bat consisted of buildings along the peninsulas and banks of Lake Yannawanya, in some instances close together, but in others, separated by gardens and grassy lawns.
During one of our walks, I happened to remark that Yacla, considering it had no design, had a very attractable aspect.
"Yes," he answered. "Its founders decided that, as regards design, it should be unique, and our best engineers assert that they can see no way of improving its appearance by any fixed plan. Further," he continued, "respect is due to the opinions and labours of our pioneers."
Yeyema arrived at the appointed time, and then, taking leave of our esteemed host, we returned to Tehana.