Some unthinkable types of human existence are occupying the worlds that can be inhabited.  I marveled aloud as I viewed a few more links of the endless chain of intelligent creation.  On one of these worlds, which I have christened Tor-tu, I found human beings that resemble us more than any others in the entire solar bounds of Polaris.

Tor-tu dashes along in its unceasing course at a distance of eight hundred millions of miles from Polaris.  It is much larger than our world, and is accompanied by three moons and a set of rings which faintly suggested our picturesque Saturn.

The poles of Tor-tu are inclined at an angle of thirty-three degrees to the plane of its orbit.  This accounts for its temperature being quite similar to ours, although its year is eight times longer.

When I first reached this world I was impressed with its wealth of natural scenery.  Flowers of charming texture and color grew abundantly over the wide expanses.  The cultivated gardens contained specimens of unusual beauty, surpassing the finest products of our Earth.

When I examined the leaves of the many kinds of trees, I found none similar to the foliage of our planet, except in one or two fruit-bearing trees.  The sky, instead of appearing blue, wears a greenish tinge, and the birds are robed in a variety of colors that would put to naught our arching rainbows.

In fine, it must be admitted that Tor-tu is a much more beautiful world than ours.  I saw colors there that we could not produce because we have not the proper elements.

This delightful world is densely populated.  Its history is much older than ours.  Sin is firmly rooted in the whole planet and its curse is just as blighting and withering as it is in our world, although it is fought more successfully and overcome more effectually in the home and in the nation.

I observed that the ecclesiastical system is similar to ours, and there is a great profusion of creeds.  To my surprise I noted, in my long journey, that such a variety did not interfere with true progress, but was compatible with the purest kind of life and the highest order of civilization.  The people are deeply devoted to their unseen God, and their sacrifices are astonishing.  Their places of worship are the finest structures of the world.  They believe it to be wrong to construct any building greater in beauty and value than the temples of God.  Their music would sound quite weird to us, although it is sweet harmony to the people of Tor-tu.

The home life of Tor-tu is most beautiful.  The moral life of the home and of the nations is the cleanest of any world in the whole system of Polaris.  Naturally I investigated to learn the secret of this happy condition.  Then I found to my joy that the relation between parents and children is very noteworthy.  The fine respect manifested by the latter for the former evoked the blush of shame as I thought of the prevailing conditions in my own world.