Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
As might naturally be expected in the clear rarefied atmosphere
through which we were travelling, the various heavenly bodies shone
much more brilliantly than ever they appear from Earth; and the vast,
unfathomable vault of space was intensified in colour--very different
from the blue of an earthly night-sky, and entirely free from cloud.
The moon was perceptibly larger than she appears when viewed from
Earth; but the other orbs only differed in the intensity and brilliancy
of their light.
"Mr. Graham! Doctor! Doctor! the engine is going wrong!" Sandy was
heard shouting.
"Be calm, Sandy," said the Doctor, as he and his two friends hurriedly
descended into the engine-room. It was manifest that something had gone
wrong with the machinery, and the anxiety of all was plainly visible as
the Doctor and Graham hastened to make an examination.
"Thank heaven, the motors are safe," said Graham.
"It is only the pin out of the rod of one of the condensing pistons,"
calmly remarked the Doctor; and Graham soon put all to rights again.
Some time elapsed before the excitable Sandy could be pacified. He
fully expected we were going to be dashed to pieces on the distant
Earth. The Doctor took this opportunity of pointing out to us how
necessary it was to keep a constant watch on our apparatus; for the
least mishap might speedily lead to a calamity so appalling as to send
a thrill of horror to the stoutest heart amongst us at the mere thought
of it.
CHAPTER III.
OUR VOYAGE BEYOND THE CLOUDS.
Long before morning dawned over Earth, on the second day of our voyage
through space, we had reached such an enormous altitude, that even
the outlines of the continents could not be traced with any degree
of clearness. The large masses of land were sharply defined from the
oceans, but all trace of peninsulas, isthmuses, and islands was lost.
The Polar crescents of gleaming snow stood clearly out in bold relief,
but the waters of the Earth were becoming very grey in appearance.
By 9 a.m. on the 3rd of May, we were close upon forty thousand miles
above the Earth. Our life in the _Sirius_ was very methodical, and
a brief description of one day's routine will be sufficient for the
purposes of this narrative.
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