Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
We had not walked more than four miles on our way before we reached
country evidently in a high state of cultivation. We passed large
enclosures of red "grass," divided by hedges of a cactus-like plant,
similar to the one we noticed growing in the swamp. These fields were
evidently crops, the herbage being finer and longer than that growing
wild on the mountain slopes. There were other enclosures full of a
creeping plant, something like convolvulus, but bearing a long narrow
pod, full of small bean-like seeds; and in others were bushes laden
with fruit as big as melons, and very similar in appearance.
We were walking steadily along a broad kind of pathway between these
enclosures, when an exclamation from Sandy caused us to halt, and
immediately confine our attention to something which the cautious Scot
was looking at on the ground before him.
It was the imprint of feet in the soft, bare ground, and evidently the
impressions of a being shod with moccasins, and of mighty stature.
As we were all stooping down, intently examining the first absolute
traces of the intellectual inhabitants of Mars, we did not notice the
approach of the being who had doubtless left these tracks behind. He
came slowly along the path we were following--a being--shall we say a
human being? for in all his outward frame he resembled ourselves, save
that in stature he was a giant, quite nine feet in height. His features
were noble-looking, almost like the Egyptians of old, and his skin was
wonderfully fair and beautiful. His black beard swept downwards to his
breast, and his long bushy hair, of the same tint, was confined simply
by a ring of some metal which just encircled the crown of his shapely
head. He was clothed in a loosely flowing robe of some soft material,
almost like silk, which draped from his neck to his knees, girded
at the waist with a broad strap, from which dangled several curious
articles of which we knew not the use. His legs and feet were covered
with the skins of some beast, curiously ornamented. Slowly but without
a sign of fear he advanced towards us, carrying in his hands a long rod
made of some metal. His expression was warlike; we had evidently to
deal with no coward; but we could plainly see that his curiosity was
most intense.
With the exception, perhaps, of the Doctor, all of us were visibly
alarmed at this strange bold and haughty man, and had we not been
assured by the calm confidence of our friend we should most certainly
have felt inclined either to fight our visitor at once, or make the
best of our way out of his presence. There was something uncanny about
him. Had he even spoken, the awe and mystery surrounding him would not
have been so terrible. But he came towards us in absolute silence;
and when about a dozen paces away from where we stood, he paused and
watched us intently.
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