reaching the "inside" surface of the earth it would gradually
diminish in speed, after passing the halfway point, finally pause
and immediately fall back toward the "outside" surface, and
continue thus to oscillate, like the swinging of a pendulum with
the power removed, until it would finally rest at the magnetic
center, or at that particular point exactly one-half the distance
between the "outside" surface and the "inside" surface of the
earth.

The gyration of the earth in its daily act of whirling around in
its spiral rotation -- at a rate greater than one thousand miles
every hour, or about seventeen miles per second -- makes of it a
vast electro-generating body, a huge machine, a mighty prototype
of the puny-man-made dynamo, which, at best, is but a feeble
imitation of nature's original,

The valleys of this inner Atlantis Continent, bordering the upper
waters of the farthest north are in season covered with the most
magnificent and luxuriant flowers. Not hundreds and thousands,
but millions, of acres, from which the pollen or blossoms are
carried far away in almost every direction by the earth's spiral
gyrations and the agitation of the wind resulting therefrom, and
it is these blossoms or pollen from the vast floral meadows
"within" that produce the colored snows of the Arctic regions
that have so mystified the northern explorers.[25]

[25 Kane, vol. I, page 44, says: "We passed the
'crimson cliffs' of Sir John Ross in the forenoon of August
5th. The patches of red snow from which they derive their name
could be seen clearly at the distance of ten miles from the