Rolling land spread out beneath them, and suddenly Wade clutched Frank’s arm.
“Look!” he gasped; “just what I expected.”
“A submarine city!”
“Just so!”
The spectacle presented to the view of the voyagers was a remarkable one. There in the heart of the rolling country was unmistakably the walls and housetops, streets and squares of a city.
But the streets were silent, the windows and doors deserted and kelp and debris clung to all. It was a marvelous spectacle.
What curious reflections might be drawn from this spectacle!
Here was once a thickly-populated center. In these dismal streets a people thronged, here trade flourished and society held sway.
What manner of people the lost inhabitants were could only be imagined. But that they were wellnigh the mark of civilization was certain.
In one fell hour their great mass of human souls had been swept into eternity!