Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
On the evening of the day just mentioned, or, rather, what would have
been evening could we have distinguished night from day, the sun, for
the first time since we left the shadow of Earth, began to shine less
brightly. As the hours went by he became more and more indistinct,
just as he appears through a fog on earth, and finally his fiery rays
were hidden behind vast banks of cloud. The blazing light now became a
depressing gloom, just as before a thunderstorm. Our dog evidently felt
ill at ease, and whined and trembled as with great fear.
Rapidly the gloom increased. Darker and darker grew the fathomless void
which we were crossing, until we were surrounded by one vast blackness,
such as no dweller on Earth could ever conceive. The _Sirius_ was
lighted with incandescent lamps, but these only served to make the
awful darkness more profound. This terror-inspiring gloom seemed to
enter our very souls; we could not only see it, we could absolutely
feel it. The Sun seemed as though he had finally burnt himself out, and
disappeared for ever from the spangled firmament, leaving all within
the focus of his once-glorious rays in unutterable chaotic blackness.
It was as though we had penetrated into the very womb of the universe,
where no light could ever be!
"I think this is absolutely the most dreadful of our many weird
experiences," said Temple to the Doctor.
"It is sublimely grand," answered the Doctor, "and only shows how
infinitely little man knows of the forces of Nature away from his own
planet."
"Doctor, there is something wrong with our compasses. The needles
are revolving with great velocity. I trust the presence of all this
electricity round us will not injure any"--
Before Graham could finish, the whole firmament seemed lit up with a
dazzling purple light, and a moment afterwards we were struck dumb with
horror at the awful sound which followed it. For a moment the _Sirius_
seemed about to fall to pieces; every bolt and plate in her vibrated,
and we gave ourselves up for lost. The frightful explosion was like
nothing heard on Earth: ten thousand thunder-claps in one would be but
a feeble imitation of that terrible discharge, which was gone in a
moment without a single echo to mark its departure!
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