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"Well, come on now, let's see if the railway cut is still there, and e; and if so, it's Buffalo for ours!"

It was all as he had said The right-of-way of the railroad still showed distinctly, in spite of the fact that ties and rails had long since vanished Of the bridge nothing was left but sorated concrete piers But Stern viewed them with a melancholy pride and interest--his own handiwork in the very long ago

They had no ti the shore, kept steadily northward And before noon they reached the debris of Buffalo, stark and deserted by the lake where once its busy coed By four o'clock that afternoon they had collected fuel enough for the plane to do that distance on, and ain back at the spot where they had landed the night before

And here, in high spirits and with every hope of better fortune now to follow evil, they cooked theirtheir next move, then slept the sleep of well-earned rest

They had now decided to abandon the idea of visiting Boston This seeood reasons

"We're half-way to Chicago as it is," Stern su "Conditions are probably si the Atlantic coast; there's no life to be found there: On the other hand, if we strike for the West there's at least a chance of running across survivors If we don't find them there, then we probably sha'n't find theo we can live and restock for further explorations, and as for locating a telescope, the University of Chicago ruins are as proo, by all ood start, reached Buffalo by twentythe shore at not more than five hundred feet elevation

Gaily the lake sparkled and wi sun, unvexed now by any steaits banks

Despite the lateness of the season, thearm; a mild breeze swayed the treetops and set the little whitecaps foa here and there over the broad expanse of blue Beatrice and Stern felt the joy of life reborn in theineer "Now for a swing up past Niagara, and we're off!"

The river, they found as the plane swept onward, had dwindled to a brook that they could almost leap across The rapids noere but a dreary waste of blackened rocks, and the Falls themselves, dry save for a desolate trickle down past Goat Island, presented a spectacle of death--the death of the world as Beatrice and Stern had known it, which depressed them both