Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space travelers -- Fiction
Not far away was the bank of a canal, bordered by a magnificent avenue
shaded by a double row of immense umbrageous trees.
We approached the canal, and, getting upon the road, turned to the left
to make an exploration in that direction. The shadow of the trees
falling upon the roadway produced a dense gloom, in the midst of which
we felt that we should be safe, unless the Martians had eyes like those
of cats.
As we pushed along, our hearts, I confess, beating a little quickly, a
shadow stirred in front of us.
Something darker than the night itself approached.
As it drew near it assumed the appearance of an enormous dog, as tall as
an ox, which ran swiftly our way with a threatening motion of its head.
But before it could even utter a snarl, the whirr of Colonel Smith's
disintegrator was heard and the creature vanished in the shadow.
"Gracious, did you ever see such a beast?" said the Colonel. "Why he was
as big as a grizzly."
"The people he belonged to must be near by," I said. "Very likely he was
a watch on guard."
"But I see no signs of a habitation."
"True, but you observe there is a thick hedge on the side of the road
opposite the canal. If we get through that perhaps we shall catch sight
of something."
Cautiously we pushed our way through the hedge, which was composed of
shrubs as large as small trees, and very thick at the bottom, and,
having traversed it, found ourselves in a great meadow-like expanse
which might have been a lawn. At a considerable distance, in the midst
of a clump of trees, a large building towered skyward, its walls of some
red metal, gleaming like polished copper in the soft light that fell
from the cloud dome.
There were no lights around the building itself, and we saw nothing
corresponding to windows on that side which faced us, but toward the
right a door was evidently open, and out of this streamed a brilliant
shaft of illumination, which lay bright upon the lawn, then crossed the
highway through an opening in the hedge, and gleamed on the water of the
canal beyond.
Where we stood the ground had evidently been recently cleared, and there
was no obstruction, but as we crept closer to the house--for our
curiosity had now become irresistible--we found ourselves crawling
through grass so tall that if we had stood erect it would have risen
well above our heads.
"This affords good protection," said Colonel Smith, recalling his
adventures on the western plains. "We can get close in to the Indians--I
beg pardon, I mean the Martians--without being seen."
Heavens, what an adventure was this! To be crawling about in the night
on the face of another world and venturing, perhaps, into the jaws of a
danger which human experience could not measure!
But on we went, and in a little while we had emerged from the tall grass
and were somewhat startled by the discovery that we had got close to the
wall of the building.
Carefully we crept around to the open door.
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