Quite unlike in look to the main features of the planet’s face is this
second set of markings which traverse its disk, and which the genius of
Schiaparelli disclosed. Unnatural they may well be deemed; for they are
not in the least what one would expect to see. They differ from the
first class, not in degree, but in kind; and the kind is of a wholly
unparalleled sort. While the former bear a family resemblance to those
of the earth; the latter are peculiar to Mars, finding no counterpart
upon the earth at all.
Introduction to the mystery came about in this wise, and will be
repeated for him who is successful in his search. When a fairly acute
eyed observer sets himself to scan the telescopic disk of the planet in
steady air, he will, after noting the dazzling contour of the white
polar cap and the sharp outlines of the blue-green seas, of a sudden be
made aware of a vision as of a thread stretched somewhere from the
blue-green across the orange areas of the disk. Gone as quickly as it
came, he will instinctively doubt his own eyesight, and credit to
illusion what can so unaccountably disappear. Gaze as hard as he will,
no power of his can recall it, when, with the same startling
abruptness, the thing stands before his eyes again. Convinced, after
three or four such showings, that the vision is real, he will still be
left wondering what and where it was. For so short and sudden are its
apparitions that the locating of it is dubiously hard. It is gone each
time before he has got its bearings.
By persistent watch, however, for the best instants of definition,
backed by the knowledge of what he is to see, he will find its coming
more frequent, more certain and more detailed. At last some
particularly propitious moment will disclose its relation to well-known
points and its position be assured. First one such thread and then
another will make its presence evident; and then he will note that each
always appears in place. Repetition _in situ_ will convince him that
these strange visitants are as real as the main markings, and are as
permanent as they.
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