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"All these islets, Walter, are squared, and their shores are frowning seawalls of gigantic basalt blocks hewn and put in place by the hands of ancient man.Each inner water-front is faced with a terrace of those basalt blocks which stand out six feet above the shallow canals that meander between them.On the islets behind these walls are time-shattered fortresses, palaces, terraces, pyramids; immense courtyards strewn with ruins--and all so old that they seem to wither the eyes of those who look on them.

"There has been a great subsidence.You can stand out of Metalanim harbour for three miles and look down upon the tops of similar monolithic structures and walls twenty feet below you in the water.

"And all about, strung on their canals, are the bulwarked islets with their enigmatic walls peering through the dense growths of mangroves--dead, deserted for incalculable ages; shunned by those who live near.

"You as a botanist are familiar with the evidence that a vast shadowy continent existed in the Pacific--a continent that was not rent asunder by volcanic forces as was that legendary one of Atlantis in the Eastern Ocean.*1 My work in Java, in Papua, and in the Ladrones had set my mind upon this Pacific lost land.Just as the Azores are believed to be the last high peaks of Atlantis, so hints came to me steadily that Ponape and Lele and their basalt bulwarked islets were the last points of the slowly sunken western land clinging still to the sunlight, and had been the last refuge and sacred places of the rulers of that race which had lost their immemorial home under the rising waters of the Pacific.

*1 For more detailed observations on these points refer to G.Volkens, Uber die Karolinen Insel Yap, in Verhandlungen Gesellschaft Erd-kunde Berlin, xxvii (1901); J.S.Kubary, Ethnographische Beitrage zur Kentniss des Karolinen Archipel (Leiden, 1889-1892); De Abrade Historia del Conflicto de las Carolinas, etc.(Madrid, 1886).--W.T.G.

"I believed that under these ruins I might find the evi-dence that I sought.

"My--my wife and I had talked before we were married of making this our great work.After the honeymoon we prepared for the expedition.Stanton was as enthusiastic as ourselves.We sailed, as you know, last May for fulfilment of my dreams.

"At Ponape we selected, not without difficulty, workmen to help us--diggers.I had to make extraordinary induce-ments before I could get together my force.Their beliefs are gloomy, these Ponapeans.They people their swamps, their forests, their mountains, and shores, with malignant spirits--ani they call them.And they are afraid--bitterly afraid of the isles of ruins and what they think the ruins hide.I do not wonder--now!

"When they were told where they were to go, and how long we expected to stay, they murmured.Those who, at last, were tempted made what I thought then merely a super-stitious proviso that they were to be allowed to go away on the three nights of the full moon.Would to God we had heeded them and gone too!""We passed into Metalanim harbour.Off to our left--a mile away arose a massive quadrangle.Its walls were all of forty feet high and hundreds of feet on each side.As we drew by, our natives grew very silent; watched it furtively, fear-fully.I knew it for the ruins that are called Nan-Tauach, the 'place of frowning walls.' And at the silence of my men Irecalled what Christian had written of this place; of how he had come upon its 'ancient platforms and tetragonal enclo-sures of stonework; its wonder of tortuous alleyways and labyrinth of shallow canals; grim masses of stonework peer-ing out from behind verdant screens; cyclopean barricades,'

and of how, when he had turned 'into its ghostly shadows, straight-way the merriment of guides was hushed and con-versation died down to whispers.'

He was silent for a little time.

"Of course I wanted to pitch our camp there," he went on again quietly, "but I soon gave up that idea.The natives were panic-stricken--threatened to turn back.'No,' they said, 'too great ani there.We go to any other place--but not there.'

"We finally picked for our base the islet called Uschen-Tau.It was close to the isle of desire, but far enough away from it to satisfy our men.There was an excellent camping-place and a spring of fresh water.We pitched our tents, and in a couple of days the work was in full swing."