I was charmed at this most superior mode of conversation and saw in it a higher glimpse of the Heaven language than in any other type that had yet met my observation in all the worlds of space.

The Muteites are rapid thinkers, and although they have no sense of hearing, yet they are ultra-sensitive to substantial emissions of vibrating bodies.  According to all I could see, these people were not hampered by this lack of senses.  They live as conveniently in their flesh life as we do, and in their mind or spirit life they are much more refined than we are.

Their earth is so different from ours in chemical combinations that the soil is almost transparent and in general has the appearance of glass.  Their homes are built mostly under surface, owing to the terrific cyclonic storms that follow one another in very uncertain succession.

The average length of life is two hundred of our years.  They reach their maximum energy of mind at about one hundred years, and among the brighter of the inhabitants can be found a glorious order of intellect.  Some of these mental celebrities outshine the brightest creatures of all the solar systems of that region of the heavens.

After some hesitancy, I yielded to a desire to appear in a visible form before an assembled company of Muteite philosophers who were gathered in one of the under-surface halls of architectural beauty for consultation.

As I entered the vast hall in my natural manner I attracted unusual attention.  It was amusing to see how all eyes were fastened upon me as I calmly walked toward the front of the audience.  Here I had one of the hardest tasks of all my journey, to converse in a soundless language.  I lacked faith at first to make the attempt, but this delay was but for a moment, for I first fixed my mind upon what I wished to communicate, and instantly a dozen or more Muteites signified that they were in sensitive touch with my thought.

I will give a small portion of the mental telepathic conversation between myself and my auditors, although I must relate it as if words were actually spoken, or it would be totally unintelligible to the people of my own likeness.

“Let no one be alarmed,” I hurriedly addressed them, as a thousand giant forms were trembling at my appearance.  “My mission is one of peace.  I have come to help rather than harm,” I continued.

“From what section of our world have you come?” came a hundred thought flashes in wild confusion.

“I am not from your world, but from another,” I answered with closed mouth as best I could.

Then I learned an important feature of this mind language.  A hundred or more interrogations came flying at me in thick confusion.  At once the chairman or leader of the meeting gave restrictive orders which actually prohibited my audience from further communication with me, although I might address them.  The chairman bid me commune with him and he thereafter acted as the spokesman of the whole assembly.  It was no more difficult for these philosophers to keep their minds closed to me than it is for us to keep our mouths closed in an excitable meeting or debate.