Потерянный континент: история Атлантиды

           Thatitwasbuiltfromsomewood,onecouldseebythegrainings,butnowherecouldonefindsutureorjoint.Thelivingtimbershadbeenputinplaceandthengrowntogetherbyanartwhichwehavelostto-day,butwhichtheAncientsknewwithmuchperfection;andafterwardssometreatment,whichisalsoasecretofthoseforgottenbuilders,hadmadethewoodashardasmetalandimpervioustoallattacksoftheweather.

           Inthegloomycaveofitsbellywerestoredmanymatters.Atoneend,ingreattanksoneithersideofcentralalley,wasaprodigiousstoreofgrain.Sweetwaterwasinothertanksattheotherend.Inanotherplaceweredrugsandsamples,andessencesofthelifeofbeasts;allthesethingsbeingforusewhilsttheArkroamedundertheguidanceoftheGodsonthebosomofthedeep.OnallthewallsoftheArk,andonallthepartitionsofthetanksandtheotherwoodwork,therewerecarvedintherudeartofbygonetimerepresentationsofallthebeastswhichlivedinAtlantis;andontheseIlookedwithahunter’sinterest,assomeofthemwerestrangetome,andhaddiedoutwiththemenwhohadperpetuatedtheminthesesculptures.Therewasagoodstoreofweaponstooandthetoolsforhandicrafts.

           Now,formanyweeks,ourlifeenduredinthisArkastheGodsdroveitabouthereandthereacrossthefaceofthewaters.Wehadnogovernmentoverdirection;wecouldnotbysomuchasahair’sbreadthadayincreaseherspeed.