Fragments of Science: A Series of Detached Essays, Addresses, and Reviews. V. 1-2Tyndall, John
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Fragments of Science: A Series of Detached Essays, Addresses, and Reviews. V. 1-2
Tyndall, John
Chemistry; Physics; Science
But the opportunity did not occur. For several days the weather had
been ill-natured. We had wind so strong As to render the hawsers at
the stern of the "Urgent" as rigid as iron, and to destroy the
navigating lieutenant's sleep. We had clouds, a thunder-storm, and
some rain. Still the hope was held out that the atmosphere would
cleanse itself, and if it did we were promised air of extraordinary
limpidity. Early on the 22nd we were all at our posts. Spaces of
blue in the early morning gave us some encouragement, but all depended
on the relation of these spaces to the surrounding clouds. Which of
them were to grow as the day advanced? The wind was high, and to
secure the steadiness of my instrument I was forced to retreat behind
a projection of the bastionet, place stones upon its stand, and,
further, to avail myself of the shelter of a sail. My practised men
fastened the sail at the top, and loaded it with boulders at the
bottom. It was tried severely, but it stood firm.
The clouds and blue spaces fought for a time with varying success. The
sun was bidden and revealed at intervals, hope oscillating in
synchronism with the changes of the sky. At the moment of first
contact a dense cloud intervened; but a minute or two afterwards the
cloud had passed, and the encroachment of the black body of the moon
was evident upon the solar disk. The moon marched onward, and I saw
it at frequent intervals; a large group of spots were approached and
swallowed up. Subsequently I caught sight of the lunar limb as it cut
through the middle of a large spot. The spot was not to be
distinguished from the moon, but rose like a mountain above it. The
clouds, when thin, could be seen as grey scud drifting across the
black surface of the moon; but they thickened more and more, and made
the intervals of clearness scantier. During these moments I watched
with an interest bordering upon fascination the march of the silver
sickle of the sun across the field of the telescope. It was so sharp
and so beautiful. No trace of the lunar limb could be observed beyond
the sun's boundary. Here, indeed, it could only be relieved by the
corona, which was utterly cut off by the dark glass. The blackness of
the moon beyond the sun was, in fact, confounded with the blackness of
space.
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