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 convulsion passed. I felt stronger, and was quickened with a keenly
prudent determination to escape from the city, find my way back to the
Hill of Observation, and if possible, send you, my son, my last
experience before all had become silence.
"I could see the regular ascent of the rockets from the distant hill. I
found the streets about me almost emptied, the white, lustrous river of
life had passed. I descended to the pavement. The way past the splendid
Amphitheatre was easily found, and then I hastened, guided by a dumb
instinct of direction, toward the still ascending rockets. I came to
the broad Boulevard which led to the Hill of Observation, and went on,
now plainly controlled by the sweeping avenue of lamps about, and in
front of me.
"I shall not pause to recount the success of my application to the
astronomers to use the transmitters of the wireless telegraphy, which
are as fully perfected here as at the City of Scandor.
"As my message ends, the dawn ascends from the wide margins of the Ribi
country. I am stunned with drowsiness. The Sun's rays have extinguished
the scintillant peril in the skies. But the order has gone forth to
leave the City, to camp upon the hills, the City of Scandor is doomed,
and the area of destruction it embraces is the diametral measure of
the----"
I heard no more. Overcome with fatigue, exposure and increasing
pulmonary weakness, of which I had had painful premonitions, I fainted
at the table, and fell to the floor of the damp and inclement room.
My assistants aver that the transmission ceased almost the next moment
upon my collapse, and the unfinished sentence of my father's message can
be readily understood as implying that the foreign body, or Swarm,
which was destined to strike Mars, had been determined as having about
the amplitude of the City of Scandor.
Days lengthened into weeks, weeks to months, but though unflinchingly
watched by night and day, no further message was received. I had become
weaker, pale and lifeless. The terrible malady made its inroads upon a
frame unable to meet its savage or insidious attacks. This weakness was
aggravated by the excitement produced by the singular experience I had
passed through. My nerves had undergone a strain quite unusual, and the
interior sense of elation, reacting its fits of extreme mental
despondency dislocated my system, and accelerated the gliding virus of
disease inundating the capillaries of circulation and breaking down the
tissues with fever and consumption.
CHAPTER VI.
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