| CHAPTER I | |
| Junius Cobb’s Marvelous Discovery | [9] |
| CHAPTER II | |
| A Startling Proposition | [31] |
| CHAPTER III | |
| Preparing for the Test | [45] |
| CHAPTER IV | |
| Jean Colchis, Conspirator and Savant | [61] |
| CHAPTER V | |
| On the Eve of a Century’s Sleep | [80] |
| CHAPTER VI | |
| Faithful unto Death | [101] |
| CHAPTER VII | |
| “You Say this is A. D. 2000?” | [108] |
| CHAPTER VIII | |
| San Francisco in the Twenty-First Century | [130] |
| CHAPTER IX | |
| The Central Pneumatic Railroad | [150] |
| CHAPTER X | |
| Under the Central Sea | [168] |
| CHAPTER XI | |
| The Army of Instruction | [199] |
| CHAPTER XII | |
| Junius Cobb Reads a Newspaper | [235] |
| CHAPTER XIII | |
| New York City—Population 4,000,000 | [245] |
| CHAPTER XIV | |
| The Law of the Land | [261] |
| CHAPTER XV | |
| The Sympathetic Telegraph | [278] |
| CHAPTER XVI | |
| Chicago the Metropolis of the Country | [299] |
| CHAPTER XVII | |
| Niagara Falls Harnessed | [309] |
| CHAPTER XVIII | |
| The Mystery of the Copper Cylinder | [315] |
| CHAPTER XIX | |
| Resurrected | [332] |
| CHAPTER XX | |
| An Aerial Voyage | [347] |
| CHAPTER XXI | |
| The Transatlantic Life-Saving Stations | [363] |
| CHAPTER XXII | |
| Locating the North Pole | [380] |
| CHAPTER XXIII | |
| United at Last | [396] |
| CHAPTER XXIV | |
| Conclusion | [404] |
A. D. 2000
CHAPTER I
“Number three! half-past eleven o’clock—and all’s well!”
“All is well!” came the response from the sentry at the guard-house, while the sharp click of his piece as he brought it to his shoulder and the heavy tread of his retreating footsteps were all that was heard to break the stillness that reigned supreme throughout the garrison.
It was a dark, dreary, foggy night. The heavy atmosphere seemed laden with great masses of fleeting vapor, and the walks of the post and the ground surrounding them were as wet as if a heavy shower had just spent its force.
Such was the Presidio of San Francisco, California, a military post of the United States government, on the night of November 17th, 1887. The lights of the garrison made little effect upon that thick and saturated atmosphere; yet the little that they did make only seemed to add more to the depth of the surrounding gloom.