Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
We had now for hours been depending upon the air from our condensers.
In fact we did not find breathable atmosphere for more than five
hundred miles above the surface of the Earth. As the Doctor had
predicted, the ether in these remote regions was quite dense enough to
be transformed into air suited to the requirements of man. The Doctor's
delight at all these wonderful scenes was unbounded. His enthusiasm
was almost painful in its intensity. "Glorious! Glorious!" was his
oft-repeated exclamation, as he made rapid notes of the ever-changing
phenomena around us. He was too excited to eat; too full of his many
experiments to rest; too eager to gather this unparalleled scientific
harvest, to sleep! Gradually the sun seemed to sink into the waste of
waters behind the western rim of Earth, throwing a lurid glare across
the sea, which now looked like liquid gold, and then turned to deepest
purple as the last rays shot upwards into immeasurable space.
Faster and faster we sped; the motors at last working to their utmost
limits, the dial registering our speed at precisely fifteen hundred
miles per hour. None of us yet experienced the slightest inconvenience,
either from the immense altitude we had reached, or the terrible
velocity with which we were travelling upwards. By midnight, the Doctor
calculated our distance from the Earth to be 25,874 miles. Addressing
Temple and Graham, he said:
"I think, my friends, that we ought to congratulate ourselves on the
exceedingly promising state of our enterprise. In the first place, our
carriage is progressing as favourably as we could wish; everything is
in the smoothest working order; our air is of the purest; we have food
in abundance; water in plenty; light and warmth, as much as we desire.
Twenty-four hours ago we were on the Yorkshire fells; we are now well
on our way to that New World we are all so eagerly looking forward to
reach. When we left Earth, the planet Mars was glimmering low over the
southern horizon; it is now in our zenith. We are fast approaching that
region where all earthly influence will be past, and where the power
of her gravitation will cease. We inaugurate our voyage with every
prospect of success."
"I candidly confess, Doctor, that all my unpleasant feelings of danger
have passed away. I have every confidence in the good _Sirius_ and her
talented inventor," remarked Temple.
"The same here, Mr. Temple," said Graham; "I feel perfectly convinced
that--accidents barred, of course--we shall reach our destination in
triumph."
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