Chapter 112
In a Thousand YearsYES, in a thousand years people will fly on the wings of
steam through the air, over the ocean! The young inhabitants of
America will become visitors of old Europe. They will come over to
see the monuments and the great cities, which will then be in
ruins, just as we in our time make pilgrimages to the tottering
splendors of Southern Asia. In a thousand years they will
come!
The Thames, the Danube, and the Rhine still roll their
course, Mont Blanc stands firm with its snow-capped summit, and the
Northern Lights gleam over the land of the North; but generation
after generation has become dust, whole rows of the mighty of the
moment are forgotten, like those who already slumber under the hill
on which the rich trader, whose ground it is, has built
