In urging my raft along the shore line of one of the stagnant lagoons one day I was surprised to find a broad rock jutting out from the shore, its upper surface some ten coprets above the water.  Disembarking, I ascended it, and on examination recognized it as the remnant of an immense mountain which at one time must have been 5,000 coprets in height and doubtless the dominating peak of a long range.  From the striations all over it I discovered that it had been worn away to its present trivial size by glacial action.  Opening my case of instruments, I took out my petrochronologue and applied it to the worn and scratched surface of the rock.  The indicator at once pointed to K 59 xpc 1/2!  At this astonishing result I was nearly overcome by excitement:  the last erosions of the ice-masses upon this vestige of a stupendous mountain range which they had worn away, had been made as recently as the year 1945!  Hastily applying my nymograph, I found that the name of this particular mountain at the time when it began to be enveloped in the mass of ice moving down upon it from the north, was “Pike’s Peak.”  Other observations with other instruments showed that at that time the country circumjacent to it had been inhabited by a partly civilized race of people known as Galoots, the name of their capital city being Denver.

That evening at the hour of 23 I set up my aerial isochronophone[3] and reported to his gracious Majesty the Ahkoond as follows: 

    [3] This satire was published in the San Francisco Examiner many
        years before the invention of wireless telegraphy; so I retain
        my own name for the instrument.—­A.B.

“Sire: I have the honor to report that I have made a startling discovery.  The primeval region into which I have penetrated, as I informed you yesterday—­the ichthyosaurus belt—­was peopled by tribes considerably advanced in some of the arts almost within historic times:  in 1920.  They were exterminated by a glacial period not exceeding one hundred and twenty-five years in duration.  Your Majesty can conceive the magnitude and violence of the natural forces which overwhelmed their country with moving sheets of ice not less that 5,000 coprets in thickness, grinding down every eminence, destroying (of course) all animal and vegetable life and leaving the region a fathomless bog of detritus.  Out of this vast sea of mud Nature has had to evolve another creation, beginning de novo, with her lowest forms.  It has long been known, your Majesty, that the region east of the Ultimate Hills, betwen them and the Wintry Sea, was once the seat of an ancient civilization, some scraps and shreds of whose history, arts and literature have been wafted to us across the gulf of time; but it was reserved for your gracious Majesty, through me, your humble and unworthy instrument, to ascertain the astonishing fact that these were a pre-glacial people—­that between them and us stands, as it were, a wall of impenetrable ice.  That all local records of this unfortunate race have perished your Majesty needs not to be told:  we can supplement our present imperfect knowledge of them by instrumental observation only.”