Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
During the twentieth month of our absence from Earth, vast clouds of
meteorolites passed within a few miles of us; and at one time the whole
range of our vision was filled with these brilliant objects, just like
a snowstorm of sparkling fire. Many small ones struck the _Sirius_,
others exploded close by with sharp reports. We were too much alarmed
and too disconsolate thoroughly to enjoy the glorious sight, the
effects being beautiful in the extreme, and we were thankful when we
passed beyond this shower of fire.
Onwards, onwards and onwards we sped, falling with awful velocity
through space. So fast did we travel that our indicators failed to
record the rate of speed, but still the sun did not appear any closer.
This was our one assuring hope. The Doctor was assiduous in his
observations, but could not arrive at any definite conclusion. A week
before our second Christmas in the _Sirius_, after a careful scrutiny
through his largest telescope, he joyfully announced that Mars was
greatly increasing in apparent size, and that he had actually detected
the presence of two satellites revolving round the planet! Here was
welcome news, indeed! If this were true, then, after all, we had
nothing to fear from the sun. After some further investigation we were
thoroughly convinced of our safety. No words can tell our feelings of
thankfulness. We felt as though we had been snatched from the very jaws
of death.
"I can only explain our apparent fall towards the sun," said the
Doctor, "by the extreme rarity of the ether around us. This was not
sufficient to float us, nor to afford resistance to our motors: hence
we fell into space, instead of being propelled through it. I made the
very natural error of supposing that some attractive force was at work,
other than that exerted by the planet Mars. Once more our prospect is
unclouded. The worst part of the journey is over; we may expect at any
time now to find our centre of gravity fixed on Mars, at last--then
success may almost be counted upon as a certainty."
Our second Christmas in the _Sirius_ was spent as happily as the first.
The past year had been an exciting and eventful one for us; full of
dangers, full of trials; and three of our party felt that we had
overcome them, thanks in a great measure to Doctor Hermann's skill and
indomitable courage.
Almost daily we found the ether around us becoming more dense, and the
speed of the _Sirius_ sensibly decreased. Our water supply once more
became plentiful, the condensers now working admirably.
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