Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
The sun was now well up in the heavens; the sky was blue and cloudless
as on Earth; whilst two of the Martial moons could be seen pale and
lustreless above us. Their rays were appreciably less powerful and
brilliant. While the Doctor and Temple made notes and prepared for
departure, Graham went down on to Mars, to search for his game; but he
sought in vain. It had disappeared entirely. A few splashes of blood
were to be seen on the sides of the _Sirius_, and a small pool of
the same marked the spot where it had fallen. Some kind of creature,
hunting in the swamp for prey, had carried it off, and we saw it no
more. Graham's disappointment was only excelled by the Doctor's; but
they consoled themselves by the thought that they would soon obtain
other specimens as curious and as interesting. We were all of us eager
to get away from the swamp, and as soon as Graham returned, the Doctor
gave the order to start.
But the motors sped round to no purpose--the _Sirius_ was held fast
in the treacherous mud as in a vice, and the force of suction was so
great that we found it would be impossible to move until we had dug out
that portion which was buried in the slimy ground. We were, however,
too eager to see something of our new world to stay and do this, and
we ultimately agreed to set out and explore the country round about on
foot.
We armed ourselves with rifles, knives, revolvers, and plenty of
ammunition, whilst Sandy carried sufficient food for our needs during
the day.
How can we describe our sensations, as one by one we climbed down from
the _Sirius_, and, headed by the Doctor, trooped off in Indian file
towards the shore of the adjacent lake; stumbling, struggling, and
wading through the swampy forest, full of expectancy, and not without
a certain amount of dread as to what might befall us in this strange
world? Our dog bounded and barked with wildest delight on regaining
his freedom; and so noisy did he become that we had to tie him up, and
Sandy led him. Any disinterested spectator would have thought us a
queer party; and truly we looked so, for somehow we felt as strangers
in a strange land, and out of place with all that surrounded us.
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