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The Smoky God, or, a voyage to the inner world by Willis George Emerson
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true, original Eden some of the early generations of men attained
to a stature and longevity unequaled in any countries known to
postdiluvian history is by no means scientifically incredible."
-- Wm. F. Warren, "Paradise Found," p. 284.]

Both men and women seemed to possess that particular ease of
manner which we deem a sign of good breeding, and,
notwithstanding their huge statures, there was nothing about them
suggesting awkwardness. As I was a lad in only my nineteenth
year, I was doubtless looked upon as a true Tom Thumb. My
father's six feet three did not lift the top of his head above
the waist line of these people.

Each one seemed to vie with the others in extending courtesies
and showing kindness to us, but all laughed heartily, I remember,
when they had to improvise chairs for my father and myself to sit
at table. They were richly attired in a costume peculiar to
themselves, and very attractive. The men were clothed in
handsomely embroidered tunics of silk and satin and belted at the
waist. They wore knee-breeches and stockings of a fine texture,
while their feet were encased in sandals adorned with gold
buckles. We early discovered that gold was one of the most common
metals known, and that it was used extensively in decoration.

Strange as it may seem, neither my father nor myself felt the
least bit of solicitude for our safety. "We have come into our
own," my father said to me. "This is the fulfillment of the
tradition told me by my father and my father's father, and still
back for many generations of our race. This is, assuredly, the
land beyond the North Wind."
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