I marked the volcanic make of it, cast up from the low bed of Neptune an eon ago, its loftiest peaks peering from the long cloud-streamers a mile and a half above my eyes, and its valleys embracing caverns of shadow.

Meantime the Earth speeds on through space, As the sun for a million years hath steered, And, an eon hence, the entire race Will have played its part and disappeared; But what will the lifeless planet care, As it follows its Promenade Solitaire? REINCARNATION

MURDER AS A VIRTUE The committing of wilful murder is looked on with unutterable horror in modern civilized communities, yet it took eons of time and the co-operation of many religious, social, and moral agencies before the idea of the sanctity of human life became what it is now when it might be taken for an instinct inherent in human nature itself.

First of all, he knew, it would whisper of the creation of a world; it would tell of oceans torn and twisted and thrown asideof those first strange eons of time when there was no night, but all was day; when weird and tremendous monsters stalked where he now saw the caribou drinking at the creek, and when huge winged creatures half bird and half beast swept the sky where he now saw an eagle soaring.