mere thing of imagination. Humble yourselves, my friends, for we stand in a majestic presence. These are parallels of latitude!"
Every heart and every head was bowed, so awful, so sublime was the magnitude of the discovery. Many shed tears.
The camp was pitched and the rest of the day given up to writing voluminous accounts of the marvel, and correcting astronomical tables to fit it. Toward midnight a demoniacal shriek was heard, then a clattering and rumbling noise, and the next instant a vast terrific eye shot by, with a long tail attached, and disappeared in the gloom, still uttering triumphant shrieks.
The poor camp labourers were stricken to the heart with fright, and stampeded for the high grass in a body. But not the scientists. They had no superstitions. They calmly proceeded to exchange theories. The ancient geographer's opinion was asked. He went into his shell and deliberated long and profoundly. When he came out at last, they all knew by his worshipping countenance that he brought light. Said he:
"Give thanks for this stupendous thing which we have been permitted to witness.—It is the Vernal Equinox!"
There was shoutings and great rejoicings.
"But," said the Angle-worm, uncoiling after reflection, "this is dead summer time."
"Very well," said the Turtle, "we are far from our region; the season differs with the difference of time between the two points."
