Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
As the _Sirius_ gradually descended the last few hundred feet, Sandy
was busy getting out the rope ladder; Graham confined his attention to
the motors and steering apparatus; whilst on the balcony Temple and the
Doctor kept a close watch, the latter on the alert for every possible
contingency, and from time to time calling out instructions to Graham
for his guidance. We all of us remarked the greater buoyancy of the
_Sirius_ in the lower Martial atmosphere than was the case in that of
the Earth, and our descent was slow and easy in the extreme. In fact,
so buoyant had the _Sirius_ become, that we had great fears of ever
reaching ground at all without assistance from below. But eventually
the good _Sirius_ settled down through a dense growth of vegetation of
some kind, snapping tall tapering stems like straws, crashing through
giant reeds like so many grass stalks, and then sinking for a couple
of feet into the soft slimy soil of what was evidently a dismal swampy
jungle. Here, at last, the _Sirius_ came to rest amidst a forest of
mighty stems, whose branches met overhead and formed a gloomy bower
above and around it.
We now armed ourselves with our revolvers and hunting-knives before
attempting to pass down the ladder, one end of which was already
lying on the ground. Each one felt that to Doctor Hermann the honour
justly belonged of being the first to set foot on this new world; and,
accordingly, he led the way down the steps into the gloom, carrying a
powerful electric hand-lamp, followed by Temple and Graham; Sandy, with
poor old Rover in his arms, bringing up the rear. The air soon began
to have a most remarkable and exhilarating effect upon us all. Each
one felt a buoyancy of spirits, a sense of lightness, and an increase
of physical strength never known before; these effects we rightly
attributed to the specific gravity of Mars, which is so much less than
that of Earth. They were intensely exciting moments for us as, one by
one, we climbed down the time-and-travel-worn sides of the _Sirius_,
fighting our way through the vegetation which clustered around us,
until the bottom rung of the ladder was reached, and we felt the
ground of a new world beneath our feet. But the country where we had
chanced to descend was sullen and uninviting; even the light from the
Martial moons, shining so fairly, high up in the dark blue sky, failed
to penetrate the dismal shadows of this swampy wilderness; whilst the
lurid reflection in the heavens from a distant crater only intensified
the horrible scene of gloom.
But amid the shadows and the vapours of this reeking marsh we could
see sufficient with our lamp to tell us that we were surrounded by
vegetation totally different from anything we had left behind us on
Earth. The reeds were stupendous, with fluted and flattened stems,
eighteen inches in width, rising straight as arrows from the stagnant
water, their crowns lost to view in the night haze, and mingling
together far above the roof of the _Sirius_.
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