The Smoky God
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The valleys of this inner Atlantis Continent, bordering the upper
waters of the farthest north are in season covered with the most
magnificent and luxuriant flowers. Not hundreds and thousands,
but millions, of acres, from which the pollen or blossoms are
carried far away in almost every direction by the earth's spiral
gyrations and the agitation of the wind resulting therefrom, and
it is these blossoms or pollen from the vast floral meadows
"within" that produce the colored snows of the Arctic regions
that have so mystified the northern explorers.[25]
[25 Kane, vol. I, page 44, says: "We passed the
'crimson cliffs' of Sir John Ross in the forenoon of August
5th. The patches of red snow from which they derive their name
could be seen clearly at the distance of ten miles from the
coast."
La Chambre, in an account of Andree's balloon expedition, on
page 144, says: "On the isle of Amsterdam the snow is
tinted with red for a considerable distance, and the savants are
collecting it to examine it microscopically. It presents, in
fact, certain peculiarities; it is thought that it contains very
small plants. Scoresby, the famous whaler, had already remarked
this."]
Beyond question, this new land "within" is the home, the cradle,
of the human race, and viewed from the standpoint of the
discoveries made by us, must of necessity have a most important
bearing on all physical, paleontological, archaeological,
philological and mythological theories of antiquity.
The same idea of going back to the land of mystery -- to the very
beginning -- to the origin of man -- is found in Egyptian
traditions of the earlier terrestrial regions of the gods, heroes
and men, from the historical fragments of Manetho, fully verified
by the historical records taken from the more recent excavations
of Pompeii as well as the traditions of the North American
Indians.
It is now one hour past midnight -- the new year of 1908 is here,
and this is the third day thereof, and having at last finished
the record of my strange travels and adventures I wish given to
the world, I am ready, and even longing, for the peaceful rest
which I am sure will follow life's trials and vicissitudes. I am
old in years, and ripe both with adventures and sorrows, yet rich
with the few friends I have cemented to me in my struggles to
lead a just and upright life. Like a story that is well-nigh
told, my life is ebbing away. The presentiment is strong within
me that I shall not live to see the rising of another sun. Thus
do I conclude my message.
OLAF JANSEN.
PART SEVEN
AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD
I FOUND much difficulty in deciphering and editing the
manuscripts of Olaf Jansen. However, I have taken the liberty of
reconstructing only a very few expressions, and in doing this
have in no way changed the spirit or meaning. Otherwise, the
original text has neither been added to nor taken from.
It is impossible for me to express my opinion as to the value or
reliability of the wonderful statements made by Olaf Jansen. The
description here given of the strange lands and people visited by
him, location of cities, the names and directions of rivers, and
other information herein combined, conform in every way to the
rough drawings given into my custody by this ancient Norseman,
which drawings together with the manuscript it is my intention at
some later date to give to the Smithsonian Institution, to
preserve for the benefit of those interested in the mysteries
of the "Farthest North" -- the frozen circle of silence. It is
certain there are many things in Vedic literature, in "Josephus,"
the "Odyssey," the "Iliad," Terrien de Lacouperie's "Early
History of Chinese Civilization," Flammarion's "Astronomical
Myths," Lenormant's "Beginnings of History," Hesiod's "Theogony,"
Sir John de Maundeville's writings, and Sayce's "Records of the
Past," that, to say the least, are strangely in harmony with the
seemingly incredible text found in the yellow manuscript of the
old Norseman, Olaf Jansen, and now for the first time given to
the world.
THE END