It was again a new proof of my assumption of the ecstatic
nature of these children of light and music, impulse and inspiration.
"The convulsion passed. I felt stronger, and was quickened with a keenly
prudent determination to escape from the city, find my way back to the
Hill of Observation, and if possible, send you, my son, my last
experience before all had become silence.
"I could see the regular ascent of the rockets from the distant hill. I
found the streets about me almost emptied, the white, lustrous river of
life had passed. I descended to the pavement. The way past the splendid
Amphitheatre was easily found, and then I hastened, guided by a dumb
instinct of direction, toward the still ascending rockets. I came to
the broad Boulevard which led to the Hill of Observation, and went on,
now plainly controlled by the sweeping avenue of lamps about, and in
front of me.
"I shall not pause to recount the success of my application to the
astronomers to use the transmitters of the wireless telegraphy, which
are as fully perfected here as at the City of Scandor.
"As my message ends, the dawn ascends from the wide margins of the Ribi
country. I am stunned with drowsiness. The Sun's rays have extinguished
the scintillant peril in the skies. But the order has gone forth to
leave the City, to camp upon the hills, the City of Scandor is doomed,
and the area of destruction it embraces is the diametral measure of
the----"
I heard no more.
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