I then fixed my mind on Polaris, commonly called the North Star. In
journeying thither from Centaurus I passed thousands of Solar Systems
scattered in space all around me. As I was thus darting through
immensity I glanced toward our own Solar System and could see nothing
but a flickering star which was our Sun. Not the faintest sign could I
see of our world or of Jupiter.

A strange feeling passed over me when I began to realize how far I was
from home. I sped onward until I reached the North Star. It is a burning
sun, but not inhabited.

Polaris is the center of a magnificent system. If a certain few of its
worlds could be seen through a telescope, they would be picturesque in
the extreme, somewhat resembling our beautiful Saturn. Moons play like
frisky lambs around some of its worlds, and many comets dance through
the length of the whole system in richer confusion than we have ever
beheld in the range of our telescopic vision.

Counting the worlds of larger size only, there are nearly one hundred
that fly through their orbits around Polaris, some with amazing
velocity. Within the bounds of this solar system I spent considerable
time.

The third world I visited I will call Stazza. It is two hundred millions
of miles from Polaris and is four hundred and fifty times as large as
our world.

I was amazed at the new turn of life-manifestation that I found there.
To me it was unusually interesting because its temperature is quite