We had to sleep after that long sweep through the air, but we
turned out early enough next day, and again we rose softly up
the height till we could top the crowning trees and see the broad
fair land at our pleasure.

"Semitropical. Looks like a first-rate climate. It's wonderful
what a little height will do for temperature." Terry was studying
the forest growth.

"Little height! Is that what you call little?" I asked. Our
instruments measured it clearly. We had not realized the long
gentle rise from the coast perhaps.

"Mighty lucky piece of land, I call it," Terry pursued.
"Now for the folks--I've had enough scenery."

So we sailed low, crossing back and forth, quartering the
country as we went, and studying it. We saw--I can't remember
now how much of this we noted then and how much was supplemented
by our later knowledge, but we could not help seeing this much,
even on that excited day--a land in a state of perfect cultivation,
where even the forests looked as if they were cared for; a land
that looked like an enormous park, only it was even more evidently
an enormous garden.

"I don't see any cattle," I suggested, but Terry was silent. We
were approaching a village.

I confess that we paid small attention to the clean, well-built