lack of dry skies in Panama and Yucatan. Science scoffs at my assumptions, because I cannot prove them; but I'd bet a million if I had it, and wait for the fact to be proven—as it surely will be some day—that there was once a continuous continent between the homes of the early Pharaohs and those of a prehistoric people who inhabited the two Americas/ "I've often reached a similar conclusion myself when visiting the prehistoric scenes of both hemispheres," said Mrs. McAlpin. "Sometime, not so very remote in the history of the planet, there must have been a sudden and awful cataclysm, such as might result from a change in the inclination of the earth's axis, of which history can as yet give no authentic account."
"Then the fabled Atlantis may not be so much of a fable, after all," exclaimed Mary.
"Do you suppose any of you know what you are talking about?" asked Captain Ranger.
"The world has scarcely yet begun to read the testimony of the air, the earth, the water, and the rocks, — especially of this Western Continent," said Scotty, with a respectful bow to his captain.
"That's true," remarked Mrs. McAlpin, rising to end the interview. "Travel in any direction broadens and enlightens anybody who has eyes to see or ears to hear."
"Or a soul to think," echoed Jean.
"Say, Scotty, have you watered your steers?" asked Captain Ranger, in a sarcastic tone.
"By Jove! I forgot. Good-evening, ladies!" The teamster turned away, crestfallen.
"Excuse me, madam; I didn't intend to be rude," said the Captain, as he paused to say good-night; "but we We embarked on a journey in which theories must be set aside for duties sometimes,—that is, if we 're ever to see Oregon."
