"In my day," he said, "we had no vessels of this greatness in the world.I wish to look upon it."We landed on the deck of the ship, or rather the floating palace, and examined her.She carried many passengers, some English, some American, and I pointed out to Oro the differences between the two peoples.These were not, he remarked, very wide except that the American women wore more jewels, also that some of the American men, to whom we listened as they conversed, spoke of the greatness of their country, whereas the Englishmen, if they said anything concerning it, belittled their country.
Presently, on the surface of the sea at a little distance appeared something strange, a small and ominous object like a can on the top of a pole.A voice cried out "Submarine!" and everyone near rushed to look.
"If those Germans try any of their monkey tricks on us, I guess the United States will give them hell," said another voice near by.
Then from the direction of the pole with the tin can on the top of it, came something which caused a disturbance in the smooth water and bubbles to rise in its wake.
"A torpedo!" cried some.
"Shut your mouth," said the voice."Who dare torpedo a vessel full of the citizens of the United States?"Next came a booming crash and a flood of upthrown water, in the wash of which that speaker was carried away into the deep.Then horror! horror! horror! indescribable, as the mighty vessel went wallowing to her doom.Boats launched; boats overset; boats dragged under by her rush through the water which could not be stayed.Maddened men and women running to and fro, their eyes starting from their heads, clasping children, fastening lifebelts over their costly gowns, or appearing from their cabins, their hands filled with jewels that they sought to save.Orders cried from high places by stern-faced officers doing their duty to the last.And a little way off that thin pole with a tin can on the top of it watching its work.
Then the plunge of the enormous ship into the deep, its huge screws still whirling in the air and the boom of the bursting boilers.Lastly everything gone save a few boats floating on the quiet sea and around them dots that were the heads of struggling human beings.
"Let us go home," said Oro."I grow tired of this war of your Christian peoples.It is no better than that of the barbarian nations of the early world.Indeed it is worse, since then we worshipped Fate and but a few of us had wisdom.Now you all claim wisdom and declare that you worship a God of Mercy."With these words still ringing in my ears I woke up upon the Island of Orofena, filled with terror at the horrible possibilities of nightmare.
What else could it be? There was the brown and ancient cone of the extinct volcano.There were the tall palms of the main island and the lake glittering in the sunlight between.There was Bastin conducting a kind of Sunday school of Orofenans upon the point of the Rock of Offerings, as now he had obtained the leave of Oro to do.There was the mouth of the cave, and issuing from it Bickley, who by help of one of the hurricane lamps had been ****** an examination of the buried remains of what he supposed to be flying machines.Without doubt it was nightmare, and I would say nothing to them about it for fear of mockery.
Yet two nights later Oro came again and after the usual preliminaries, said:
"Humphrey, this night we will visit that mighty American nation, of which you have told me so much, and the other Neutral Countries.
