Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space travelers -- Fiction
We had now got so far away that the earth had taken on the appearance
of a heavenly body like the moon. Its colors had become all blended
into a golden-reddish hue, which overspread nearly its entire surface,
except at the poles, where there were broad patches of white. It was
marvellous to look at this huge orb behind us, while far beyond it shone
the blazing sun like an enormous star in the blackest of nights. In the
opposite direction appeared the silver orb of the moon, and scattered
all around were millions of brilliant stars, amid which, like fireflies,
flashed and sparkled the signal lights of the squadron.
Danger Manifests Itself.
A danger that might easily have been anticipated, that perhaps had been
anticipated, but against which it would have been difficult, if not
impossible, to provide, presently manifested itself.
Looking out of a window toward the right, I suddenly noticed the
lights of a distant ship darting about in a curious curve. Instantly
afterward another member of the squadron, nearer by, behaved in the same
inexplicable manner. Then two or three of the floating cars seemed to be
violently drawn from their courses and hurried rapidly in the direction
of the flagship. Immediately I perceived a small object, luridly flaming,
which seemed to move with immense speed in our direction.
The truth instantly flashed upon my mind, and I shouted to the other
occupants of the car:
Struck By A Meteor!
"A meteor!"
And such indeed it was. We had met this mysterious wanderer in space
at a moment when we were moving in a direction at right angles to the
path it was pursuing around the sun. Small as it was, and its diameter
probably did not exceed a single foot, it was yet an independent little
world, and as such a member of the solar system. Its distance from
the sun being so near that of the earth, I knew that its velocity,
assuming it to be travelling in a nearly circular orbit, must be about
eighteen miles in a second. With this velocity, then, it plunged like a
projectile shot by some mysterious enemy in space directly through our
squadron. It had come and was gone before one could utter a sentence
of three words. Its appearance, and the effect it had produced upon the
ships in whose neighborhood it passed, indicated that it bore an intense
and tremendous charge of electricity. How it had become thus charged
I cannot pretend to say. I simply record the fact. And this charge,
it was evident, was opposite in polarity to that which the ships of the
squadron bore. It therefore exerted an attractive influence upon them
and thus drew them after it.
I had just time to think how lucky it was that the meteor did not
strike any of us, when, glancing at a ship just ahead, I perceived that
an accident had occurred. The ship swayed violently from its course,
dazzling flashes played around it, and two or three of the men forming
its crew appeared for an instant on its exterior, wildly gesticulating,
but almost instantly falling prone.
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