Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
Every two hours of night the watch was relieved, the person left in
charge being responsible for the safe working of the various apparatus.
At 7 a.m. Sandy prepared breakfast; at 1 p.m. we had dinner; at 5 p.m.,
tea; at 9 p.m., supper. The intervals between meals were passed by
the Doctor almost exclusively in scientific observations, writing his
journals, and carefully inspecting the machinery and instruments. To
Graham was allotted the task of keeping all in order, and compiling a
record of the distance travelled each day. Temple assisted the Doctor
in many of his labours. He was likewise busy upon a work on finance--a
great scheme for liquidating the national debts of Europe, which had
been a favourite hobby of his for years. He also helped to write much
of the present journal. Sandy's time was fully taken up in various
domestic arrangements, and in looking after his dog. We usually went
to bed at 11 p.m., but if anything exceptional occurred we stayed up
later, and sometimes we were too excited to go to rest at all. The
Doctor insisted on each one of the party taking a certain amount of
exercise daily, and also swallowing a small dose of a drug of his own
discovery.
For the first week our voyage was somewhat uneventful. Each day we
continued to dash with stupendous speed towards the zenith. The earth,
now, was greatly and rapidly changing in appearance. Our nights were
remarkably short, and the period of sunlight became longer and longer
in duration. We were soon to pass beyond the influence of the Earth's
shadow, and to enter a region of perpetual day.
On the tenth day of our departure from Earth, when we were quite
360,000 miles above its surface, the moon completed her sideral
revolution, and we saw the outer surface of the satellite for the first
time in the history of mankind.
Unfortunately, we were too far away to make a very minute examination,
but the scene vividly depicted through the Doctor's largest telescope
was one never likely to be forgotten. We were gazing upon a new world;
the eyes of mortal man had never rested on that portion of the moon's
surface now before us; and, oh, how different did it appear from that
pale orb we are all of us so accustomed to see lighting the darkness
of Earth! Perhaps it is well that her gleaming yellow surface remains
unchanged, in aspect, to all mortal eyes. Her surface, to the dwellers
upon Earth, has become a symbol of peace, eloquent of deathly calm.
Our nights now became shorter and shorter--with great rapidity, until,
at the end of the third week of our departure from Earth, when we had
accomplished a distance of 800,000 miles, we reached those remote
regions of space where the mighty shadow, cast by our planet, tapers
down to a point, and the sun in all his glory reigns eternally supreme.
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