Moon -- Fiction; Science fiction, French -- Translations into English; Space flight to the moon -- Fiction
"After the Preparations, I got a very light Machine of Iron made,
into which I went, and when I was well seated in my place, I threw
this Magnetick Bowl as high as I could up into the Air. Now the Iron
Machine, which I had purposely made more massive in the middle than
at the ends, was presently elevated, and in a just Poise; because the
middle received the greatest force of Attraction. So then, as I arrived
at the place whither my Load-stone had attracted me, I presently threw
up my Bowl in the Air over me."[15] "But," said I, interrupting him,
"How came you to heave up your Bowl so streight over your Chariot, that
it never happened to be on one side of it?" "That seems to me to be no
wonder at all," said he; "for the Load-stone being once thrown up in
the Air, drew the Iron streight towards it; and so it was impossible,
that ever I should mount sideways. Nay more, I can tell you, that when
I held the Bowl in my hand, I was still mounting upwards; because
the Chariot flew always to the Load-stone, which I held over it. But
the effort of the Iron to be united to my Bowl, was so violent that
it made my Body bend double; so that I durst but once essay that
new Experiment. The truth is, it was a very surprizing Spectacle to
behold; for the Steel of that flying House, which I had very carefully
Polished, reflected on all sides the light of the Sun with so great
life and lustre, that I thought my self to be all on fire.[16] In
fine, after often Bowling and following of my Cast, I came, as you
did, to an Elevation from which I descended towards this World; and
because at that instant I held my Bowl very fast between my hands,
my Machine, whereof the Seat pressed me hard, that it might approach
its Attractive, did not forsake me; all that now I feared was, that
I should break my Neck: But to save me from that, ever now and then
I tossed up my Bowl; that by its attractive Virtue it might prevent
the violent Descent of my Machine, and render my fall more easie, as
indeed it happened; for when I saw my self within Two or three hundred
fathom of the Earth, I threw out my Bowl on all hands, level with the
Chariot, sometimes on this side, and sometimes on that, until I came
to a certain Distance; and immediately then, I tossed it up above me;
so that my Machine following it, I left it, and let my self fall on
the other side, as gently as I could, upon the Sand; insomuch that my
fall was no greater than if it had been but my own height. I shall not
describe to you the amazement I was in at the sight of the wonders of
this place, seeing it was so like the same, wherewith I just now saw
you seized. [17] You shall know then, that on the morrow I met with the
Tree of Life, by the means of which I have kept my self from growing
old; it straightway consumed the Serpent[18] and made him to vanish
away in smoke."
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