CHAPTER IV.
THE LAND OF FIRE.
When we came to the surface, we again resolved to rise into the air. We rose over the mighty heaving ocean of the giant planet.
"There is no chance," said Arauniel, "of conversing with these huge beings, as we did on the gorgeous planet we have left. Whatever may be their polity, their thoughts, their faith, their hopes, we cannot know. They seem of another order to us,—another class of beings. The inner and lesser planets, such as the Earth, or our own planet of love, and the one we have left, all have much alike, and so life in them is like; but here we have life of another type, and one with which we cannot well communicate."
"Not quite another type," I said. "On earth, as I told you, they have this type, but in a low and soulless state, in the fishes of the ocean. In the earlier ages of the earth it
