There were wonderful fern-like forms in this spot, too, and an
appearance like that of pine-boughs covered with snow; for, strangely
enough, the intense whiteness of the solar surface in the best
telescopes constantly suggests cold. I have had the same impression
vividly in looking at the immense masses of molten-white iron in a
great puddling-furnace. The salient feature here is one very difficult
to see, even in good telescopes, but one which is of great interest. It
has been shown in the previous drawings, but we have not enlarged on
it. Everywhere in the spot are long white threads, or filaments, lying
upon one another, tending in a general sense toward the centre, and
each of which grows brighter toward its inner extremity. These make up,
in fact, as we now see, the penumbra, or outer shade, and the so-called
“crystal” is really affiliated to them. Besides this, on closer looking
we see that the inner shade, or umbra, and the very deepest shades, or
nuclei, are really made of them too. We can look into the dark centre,
as into a funnel, to the depth of probably over five thousand miles;
but as far as we may go down we come to no liquid or solid floor, and
see only volumes of whirling vapor, disposed not vaguely like our
clouds, but in the singularly definite, fern-like, flower-like forms
which are themselves made of these “filaments,” each of which is from
three to five thousand miles long, and from fifty to two hundred miles
thick, and each of which (as we saw in the first spot) appears to be
made up like a rope of still finer and finer strands, looking in the
rare instants when irradiation makes an isolated one visible, like a
thread of gossamer or the finest of cobweb. These suggest the fine
threads of spun glass; and here there is something more than a mere
resemblance of form, for both appear to have one causal feature in
common, due to a viscous or “sticky” fluid; for there is much reason to
believe that the solar atmosphere, even where thinner than our own air,
is rendered viscous by the enormous heat, and owes to this its tendency
to pull out in strings in common with such otherwise dissimilar things
as honey, or melted sugar, or melted glass.
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