Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
Soon after we saw the insects, a flock of white birds, about the size
of a thrush, appeared, flying quickly along the side of the lake in a
very swallowlike manner. One of them Graham was fortunate enough to
shoot; and we were surprised beyond measure to find that it was without
legs, and pouched, like the Marsupalia, or kangaroos of Earth. In the
pouch were several pinkish eggs; and we inferred that this creature
hatched them as it carried them about the air, requiring no nest for
the purpose. It was clothed in plumage more like scales than feathers,
the filaments being similar to fine shreds of horn.
Many other species of these curious legless birds, and singing insects,
were seen by us as we strolled along the shore. Just, however, as we
were about to embark, a magnificent animal trotted down one of the
valleys to the lake, to drink. It was certainly three times as big as
the largest elephant, though slim and graceful of build as a fawn.
Here all further resemblance ceased. It was something like a greyhound
in appearance, but the ears were broad and very large, and the dark
eye exceptionally prominent. Its tail was long and bushy; its hoof
uncloven, and the colour of the skin was as dull copper. We were too
much lost in admiration of the beautiful creature to shoot it down, and
before we had recovered from our surprise, it bounded away towards the
mountains with amazing speed. We subsequently counted eight more of
these animals, grazing on the patches of red "grass" on the lower hills.
"Respecting the inhabitants of this new world," said the Doctor;
"really, its fauna and flora, so far as we have observed them, are
simply grand."
"Bar the serpents, Doctor," said Graham.
"More than satisfied," said Temple, "I am charmed and delighted, and
now share your conviction that a higher type of animal still remains to
be discovered. You know to what I refer--creatures of intellect, formed
in the image of God, like ourselves."
"We had best now return, my friends. By the time we reach the _Sirius_
the sun will be near setting, and it is not wise to pass through the
swamp at dusk, after what we have already seen of its inhabitants,"
said the Doctor.
Laden with a great variety of specimens, we made our way to the boat,
and were soon rowing across the lake again towards the swamp. The
breeze had died away, so that our sail was useless, and we had to pull
the entire distance. The sun was sinking behind the range of mountains
we had just left, as we stopped and began to pack up our boat; and by
the time we had got everything inside the _Sirius_, night had fallen.
Tired and hungry, we were glad to reach our "home" again, and as soon
as we had eaten we all of us retired to rest, and passed a peaceful,
uneventful night. If the monsters of the swamp were noisy, we did not
hear them; not one of us woke until the sun had long risen.
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