Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space travelers -- Fiction
But on closely examining the surface beneath us we found that there was
a broad region, where comparatively few bright lights were to be seen.
From my knowledge of the geography of Mars I knew that this was a part
of the Land of Ausonia, situated a few hundred miles northeast of
Hellas, where we had first seen the planet.
Evidently it was not so thickly populated as some of the other parts of
Mars, and its comparative darkness was an attraction to us. We
determined to approach within a few hundred feet of the ground with the
electric ship, and then, in case no enemies appeared, to visit the soil
itself.
"Perhaps we shall see or hear something that will be of use to us," said
Colonel Smith, "and for the purposes of this first reconnaissance it is
better that we should be few in number. The other ships will await our
return, and at any rate we shall not be gone long."
As our car approached the ground we found ourselves near the tops of
some lofty trees.
"This will do," said Colonel Smith to the electrical steersman, "Stay
right here."
He and I then lowered ourselves into the branches of the trees, each
carrying a small disintegrator, and cautiously clambered down to the
ground.
We believed we were the first of the descendants of Adam to set foot on
the planet of Mars.
At first we suffered somewhat from the effects of the rare atmosphere.
It was so lacking in density that it resembled the air on the summits of
the loftiest terrestrial mountains.
Having reached the foot of the tree in safety, we lay down for a moment
on the ground to recover ourselves and to become accustomed to our new
surroundings.
A thrill, born half of wonder, half of incredulity, ran through me at
the touch of the soil of Mars. Here was I, actually on that planet,
which had seemed so far away, so inaccessible, and so full of mysteries
when viewed from the earth. And yet, surrounding me, were
things--gigantic, it is true--but still resembling and recalling the
familiar sights of my own world.
After a little while our lungs became accustomed to the rarity of the
atmosphere and we experienced a certain stimulation in breathing.
We then got upon our feet and stepped out from under the shadow of the
gigantic tree. High above we could faintly see our electrical ship,
gently swaying in the air close to the tree top.
There were no electric lights in our immediate neighborhood, but we
noticed that the whole surface of the planet around us was gleaming with
them, producing an effect like the glow of a great city seen from a
distance at night. The glare was faintly reflected from the vast dome of
clouds above, producing the general impression of a moonlight night upon
the earth.
It was a wonderfully quiet and beautiful spot where we had come down.
The air had a delicate feel and a bracing temperature, while a soft
breeze soughed through the leaves of the tree above our heads.
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