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its back. In its huge body I found the pocket wherein it carries its young, and into 
this I climbed, and was carried far aloft into the great sky-way. Soon I fell asleep, 
but was awakened by a succession of sudden jerks. What, I wondered, can be the 
matter? Tightly closed was the pocket, so that I knew that the great eagle was 
in dire distress. Through an opening in the pocket I could see another giant bird 
fighting with my mount, here aloft in the sky in an atmosphere unknown to man. I 
struggled to free my arms, and, at last succeeding, I launched an arrow into the breast 
of our opponent. Downward it fell, but up it swooped again to assail us. Another 
arrow I sped into its side, and with a deafening noise kank kank kukook it fled and 
its voice died away far beneath us. 
Now black skies surrounded us, lit up as far as my eyes could see with innumer- 
able lamps, some of them quite near. Panic flashes of light with thundering crashes 
darted past us in all directions, those that passed nearest leaving an unpleasant smell 
of burnt rock. All the suns of various sizes failed to give the light that shines on 
earth from our own sun. Far in the distance I could distinguish our destination, 
could discover, even though far away, forms as of small insects that yet appeared 
human, moving amidst the great archway. While I gazed I saw to our right, gliding 
quickly through the air, a human being, as it seemed, yet impelled by the wings of a 
bird; quickly it descended from the great archway above us and passed out of 
my view. 
We landed on the great archway. How wonderful it was. All the animals were 
tame like sheep; they turned their heads to gaze at me, then after a moment or two 
resumed their grazing on the strange herbage careless and unafraid. I came to a 
stone, the work of human hands, perhaps, although it seemed natural, for its edges 
were gilded with the prettiest metal I have ever seen. At the sight of all the wonder- 
ful things around me an indescribable awe laid hold of me for a moment, rooting my 
feet to the ground. I seemed completely lost. 
But now* there appeared a form half-human half-bird — or was it human? He 
stood in the midst of a green, grassy glade, and beholding me, drew near. Something 
he held in his hand, and coming quite close, handed me what seemed to be moccasins 
w’ithout tops. He was of those beings that borrow the outlines of man, yet belong 
to another race; tall as the tallest man, yet not gigantic. His chief covering seemed 
to be the large wings that folded over his shoulders and reached down to his heels. 
A very light, thin material made up the remainder of his attire. On his head was a 
covering that shone with precious stones, and in his hand he carried a slender staff 
of bright metal. But it was his face that aroused in me awe and terror. It was the 
face of a man, yet of a man different from any human being. Nearest to it in outline 
and expression is the smooth countenance of a child that has suddenly become a man, 
so regular it was, so calm, so intelligent. In colour it resembled an Indian more 
than any other race, yet it was of softer and richer hue. The large black eyes were 
deep and brilliant, the brows arched into a semicircle. The face was beardless, yet a 
nameless something in its aspect, tranquil though its expression and beautiful its 
features, aroused that sense of danger that a serpent inspires. I felt that this manlike 
being was endowed with forces friendly to man, yet a cold shudder came over me 
as he drew near. 
He spoke to me no word, nor seemed to expect me to address him as he handed 
me the moccasins, I put them on my feet, and piling my things together, left them 
there. He turned to walk away from me, and I hastened to go with him. The 
moccasins on my feet made me so light and agile that in an instant I had gained his 
side. Confidence then sprang up in me anew, and travelling along the great archway, 
I came to a natural pavement of flowers, partly covered on either side with a kind 
of matlike material. I could hear the hum and laughter of a happy crowd; and 
strains of music, now low, now loud, sweeter than any I had ever known, undulated 
around us and above, as from invisible instruments, seeming to belong naturally 
to this region. We entered another realm more beautiful still. Strange birds sang 
chorus with which none of our birds could compare; and there was a great wigwam. 
But I cannot describe the many things I saw and heard, and the many incidents 
that befell me while I was there. 
At last we reached a great open way in the big wigwam. There I saw Almighty 
Manido, who called me by my name, Ogauns, informed me that I might go no 
farther, and asked me what I wanted. I told him the purpose of my mission, that I 
