Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
I was thinking that Thorwald did not show much sympathy with me, when,
our boat having nearly reached the ship’s side, I looked up and saw the
doctor himself standing on the deck, a pigmy among giants. I was soon by
his side, and we embraced before our new-found friends without a blush.
“Where’s Mona?” were the first words he said.
“Mona!” I replied. “Who’s Mona?”
“Who’s Mona?” he returned. “Well, you have recovered pretty rapidly.”
I now discovered that, although I had found the body of my friend, the
best part of him was missing. In the fall from the moon he had evidently
lost his wits. I thought I would not let him know too suddenly what was
the matter, and so I merely said:
“Yes, I went into the water, but was not much hurt. When I came to my
senses I found myself in our car still. Tell me how you escaped.”
“Oh, I happened to fall near this ship, fortunately, and they picked me
up, and then, at my request, they set out to search for you and Mona.”
“Well,” said I, “you found me, and I am very thankful for it, but Mona I
fear you will never see.”
“What was the last you saw of her?” he asked.
I had great difficulty in keeping myself from laughing in the doctor’s
face at his odd fancy, but the thought came to me with some force that I
must not let his mental condition become known to the men of Mars around
us; and so, instead of replying to his question, I turned to Thorwald
and asked him if he could tell us how the moon had landed us so easily
on their planet.
In answer he gave it as his opinion that as the moon came rushing toward
them so swiftly it compressed the air in its path to such a degree
that it acted as a cushion, preventing a collision and sending the moon
bounding back over the path by which it had come. Probably at the moment
when it was nearest the surface, we had fallen off into the ocean.
The rebound, he supposed, was not sufficient to carry it beyond the
attraction of the planet, and so it poised itself and began to make a
revolution around Mars in its old-fashioned way.
Thorwald told us we had taken the best possible time to visit them, for
Mars had not been so near the earth before in a great while.
Our new acquaintances were from nine to ten feet tall and
proportionately large every other way, so that they appeared quite
monstrous to us. But they were agile and even graceful in their
movements, while in manner they were so gentle and pleasing that we
recognized at once their high culture.
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