They could not live much longer there, with no food and
water. To pass on over the crater seemed the only thing to do.
"Come ahead," called Jack boldly. They followed him. They kept in the
middle of the road, for to approach the edge, where there was a sheer
descent of so many feet that it made them dizzy to think of it, filled
them with terror. On they hurried until, in a short time, they had
crossed the great chasm.
The road over the crater came to an end between two peaks, similar to
those at the beginning. Jack was the first to pass them, and as he
emerged he once more uttered a cry--a cry of fear and wonder.
And well he might, for in a valley below the wanderers there was a
city. A great city, with wonderful buildings, with wide streets well
laid out--a city in which figures of many men and women could be seen--
little children too! A fair city, teeming with life, it seemed!
But then, as they looked again, struck by the curious quiet that
prevailed, they knew that they were gazing down on a city of the dead--
a city where the inhabitants had been turned to stone, even as had the
soldier on guard in his lonely hut.
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