"This seems not like sanity," muttered Mohi.
"A most crazy hypothesis, truly," said Media.
"And are all inductions vain?" cried Babbalanja. "Have we mortals naught to rest on, but what we see with eyes? Is no faith to be reposed in that inner microcosm, wherein we see the charted universe in little, as the whole horizon is mirrored in the iris of a gnat? Alas! alas! my lord, is there no blest Odonphi? no Astrazzi?"
"His devil's uppermost again, my lord," cried Braid-Beard.
"He's stark, stark mad!" sighed Yoomy.
"Ay, the moon's at full," said Media. "Ho, paddlers! we depart."
CHAPTER XXX
Behind And Before
It was yet moonlight when we pushed from the islet. But soon, the sky grew dun; the moon went into a cavern among the clouds; and by that secret sympathy between our hearts and the
