From the Earth to the moon; and, round the moonVerne, Jules
Science
From the Earth to the moon; and, round the moon
Verne, Jules
Manned space flight -- Fiction; Moon -- Fiction; Science fiction; Space flight to the moon -- Fiction; Space ships -- Fiction
For a whole month previously, the mass of these persons had bivouacked
round the enclosure, and laid the foundations for a town which was
afterward called “Ardan’s Town.” The whole plain was covered with huts,
cottages, and tents. Every nation under the sun was represented there;
and every language might be heard spoken at the same time. It was a
perfect Babel re-enacted. All the various classes of American society
were mingled together in terms of absolute equality. Bankers, farmers,
sailors, cotton-planters, brokers, merchants, watermen, magistrates,
elbowed each other in the most free-and-easy way. Louisiana Creoles
fraternized with farmers from Indiana; Kentucky and Tennessee gentlemen
and haughty Virginians conversed with trappers and the half-savages of
the lakes and butchers from Cincinnati. Broad-brimmed white hats and
Panamas, blue-cotton trousers, light-colored stockings, cambric frills,
were all here displayed; while upon shirt-fronts, wristbands, and
neckties, upon every finger, even upon the very ears, they wore an
assortment of rings, shirt-pins, brooches, and trinkets, of which the
value only equaled the execrable taste. Women, children, and servants,
in equally expensive dress, surrounded their husbands, fathers, or
masters, who resembled the patriarchs of tribes in the midst of their
immense households.
At meal-times all fell to work upon the dishes peculiar to the Southern
States, and consumed with an appetite that threatened speedy exhaustion
of the victualing powers of Florida, fricasseed frogs, stuffed monkey,
fish chowder, underdone ’possum, and raccoon steaks. And as for the
liquors which accompanied this indigestible repast! The shouts, the
vociferations that resounded through the bars and taverns decorated
with glasses, tankards, and bottles of marvelous shape, mortars for
pounding sugar, and bundles of straws! “Mint-julep” roars one of the
barmen; “Claret sangaree!” shouts another; “Cocktail!” “Brandy-smash!”
“Real mint-julep in the new style!” All these cries intermingled
produced a bewildering and deafening hubbub.
But on this day, 1st of December, such sounds were rare. No one thought
of eating or drinking, and at four P.M. there were vast numbers of
spectators who had not even taken their customary lunch! And, a still
more significant fact, even the national passion for play seemed
quelled for the time under the general excitement of the hour.
Up till nightfall, a dull, noiseless agitation, such as precedes great
catastrophes, ran through the anxious multitude. An indescribable
uneasiness pervaded all minds, an indefinable sensation which oppressed
the heart. Every one wished it was over.
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