The Certainty of a Future Life in Mars: Being the Posthumous Papers of Bradford Torrey DoddGratacap, L. P. (Louis Pope)
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The Certainty of a Future Life in Mars: Being the Posthumous Papers of Bradford Torrey Dodd
Gratacap, L. P. (Louis Pope)
Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
"The faces of the twelve men turned to us as we entered. The herald
announced my errand with the customary salutation of 'Hebori bimo.' I
was invited to descend to the central table. I advanced, and laying
Chapman's chest, with its sealed communications upon the table, spoke:
"'I am a stranger. I have come to your world from the Earth. I bring
news, celestial news, from the astronomers of the City of Light. I had a
companion to whom all this was entrusted.' He was killed in the quarries
of Tiniti. I came on, bidden so to do by Alca, the Superintendent. The
papers of the Wise Men of the Patenta are here.'
"I laid the chest upon the table. My speech was yet unformed, and
perhaps upon the delicate and intellectual faces before me, there dwelt,
with the transient influence of a passing thought, a smile of sympathy
or amusement. Then a young being at the head of the table exclaimed in
Martian:
"'Welcome, stranger. All who come to us are soon made one with
ourselves. The Martian spirit is that of salutation and friendship. We
have heard of the discoveries in the new commotions in planetary space.
Our own astronomers have announced them. This great City of Scandor, the
product of many centuries' toil and invention, is apparently doomed. It
lies in the path, certainly defined and determined by observers, of a
small cometary mass, which will plunge upon it a rain of rock and iron.
Even now this approaching body grows more and more visible in the sky.
The astronomers are working at the problem, hoping some deflection, some
interpositional mercy will carry off this disturbing incidence. But if
we are to be destroyed, if there is no escape from the singular fortune
of annihilation by an inrushing stream of meteoric bodies, then warning,
through proclamation, shall be made, and our citizens will move out of
the city to Asco, and the islands of Pinit.'
"He ceased; upon him the expectant faces of the others, assembled about
the table, were fixed, and a visible tremor of dismay and grief seemed
to convulse them. A few covered their faces with their hands, others
stood up and gazed at the benignant colossus in bronze at the end of the
room, while others, motionless, still maintained their attitude of
attention.
"The presiding officer, with a slight inclination of the body, raised
his hand, and addressing me, said: 'You shall be the guest of our City,
and if it must be that this great capital of Mars must succumb to this
mysterious invasion, if this place, so long a marvel of beauty, shall
be succeeded by a heap of burning stones, then you shall be our
companion in pilgrimage. Remain with us until the end of this strange
circumstance is known.'
"As he finished, a noise of indescribable lamentation from a multitude
of voices broke upon our ears--the sound of running feet and sharp cries
of amazement, crashed in upon the half ominous silence about us.
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