Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space travelers -- Fiction
We now approached the car, which had been transpierced in every direction,
and whose remaining portions were glowing with heat in consequence of the
spreading of the atomic vibrations. Immediately we discovered that all
our anticipations were correct and that all of our enemies had perished.
The effect of the disintegrators upon them had been awful--too repulsive,
indeed, to be described in detail. Some of the bodies had evidently
entirely vanished; only certain metal articles which they had worn
remaining, as in the case of the first Martian killed, to indicate that
such beings had ever existed. The nature of the metal composing these
articles was unknown to us. Evidently its vibratory rhythm did not
correspond with any included in the ordinary range of the disintegrators.
The Disintegrators' Awful Effect.
Some of the giants had been only partially destroyed, the vibratory
current having grazed them, in such a manner that the shattering
undulations had not acted upon the entire body.
One thing that lends a peculiar horror to a terrestrial battlefield was
absent; there was no bloodshed. The vibratory energy, not only completely
destroyed whatever it fell upon but it seared the veins and arteries
of the dismembered bodies so that there was no sanguinary exhibition
connected with its murderous work.
All this time the shackled Martian had lain on his back where we had
left him bound. What his feeling must have been may be imagined. At
times, I caught a glimpse of his eyes, wildly rolling and exhibiting,
when he saw that the victory was in our hands, the first indications of
fear and terror shaking his soul that had yet appeared.
"That fellow is afraid at last," I said to Mr. Edison.
"Well, I should think he ought to be afraid," was the reply.
"So he ought, but if I am not mistaken this fear of his may be the
beginning of a new discovery for us."
"How so?" asked Mr. Edison.
"In this way. When once he fears our power, and perceives that there
would be no hope of contending against us, even if he were at liberty,
he will respect us. This change in his mental attitude may tend to make
him communicative. I do not see why we should despair of learning his
language from him, and having done that, he will serve as our guide and
interpreter, and will be of incalculable advantage to us when we have
arrived at Mars."
"Capital! Capital!" said Mr. Edison. "We must concentrate the linguistic
genius of our company upon that problem at once."
The Deserter's Return.
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