The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
Science
The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
On the other side of the platform, the side next the cliff, there were
a number of objects which I must try to describe even at the risk of
being tedious, as they proved to have a very decisive effect upon the
progress and sequel of our adventures. They presented a most uncouth
and bizarre appearance, and although they were all of one kind, almost
identical in every detail, it was not until after several minutes’
view of them that the fact of their likeness became apparent. Then I
perceived that they were all some sort of conveyance consisting of an
upper and lower framework. Here I saw a very odd-looking car resting
on nothing at a distance of a few feet from the ground, and there I
saw an elaborately constructed support which supported nothing. I
saw, further, that the height of the supports was about as great as
the distance of the cars from the ground, and I thought for a moment
that by some unaccountable distortion of sight, the supports got the
appearance of being separated from the things which were supported.
But almost immediately I saw that this could not be the case, for in
some instances it seemed as if the body of the car were cut into two
parts, part only remaining and resting upon a complete frame; and then
again, the body of the car was all there, and rested, for about half
of its mass, on a supporting frame, half of which appeared to have
been removed, while the other half of the body of the car appeared to
be resting on nothing. A longer look at the scene offered an
explanation, but it was an explanation which most urgently needed to
be itself explained. At each of these objects a man stood, as it would
seem, painting them, and he seemed to dip what I thought to be a brush
in a bucket beside him. And at first I thought that he was painting
the whole object, car and supporting framework, but presently I
perceived that the brush which he was using and which showed a very
irregular and jagged edge, never touched, or never at least was seen
to touch anything at all, but that what it passed over disappeared. I
watched the operation with breathless attention, and I saw the body of
the car which had seemed to hang in the air gradually disappear as the
brush passed over it, until nothing was left either above or below. I
watched another which was complete in all parts until nearly the whole
of the supporting framework disappeared beneath the brush. It looked
for all the world as if some sort of invisible paint were being
smeared over the conveyances. That they were conveyances of some sort
I felt no doubt, but whether they were meant to travel on land or
water I doubted. I saw no wheels, but these might be hidden by the
framework, and there were things attached to each which might be said
to have a remote resemblance to the screw of a steamboat. I may as
well say at once that they proved to be carriages for travelling
through the air.
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