We have, it is true, been taught until very lately that the side of the moon turned sunward would grow hotter and hotter in the long lunar day, till it reached a temperature of two hundred to three hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and that in the equally long lunar night it would fall as much as this below zero. But the evidence which was supposed to support this conclusion as to the heat of the lunar day is not supported by recent experiments of the writer; and if these be trustworthy, certain facts appear to him to show that the temperature of the moon’s surface, even under full perpetual sunshine, must be low,--and this because of the absence of air there to keep the stored sun-heat from being radiated away again into space. As we ascend the highest terrestrial mountains, and get partly above our own protecting blanket of air, things do not grow hotter and hotter, but colder and colder; and it seems contrary to the teachings of common sense to believe that if we could ascend higher yet, where the air ceases altogether, we should not find that it grew colder still. But this last condition (of airlessness) is the one which does prevail beyond a doubt in the moon, on whose whole surface, then, there must be (unless there are sources of internal heat of which we know nothing) conditions of temperature which are an exaggeration of those we experience on the summit of a very lofty mountain, where we have the curious result that the skin may be burned under the solar rays, while we are shivering at the same time in what the thermometer shows is an arctic cold. We have heard of this often; but a personal experience so impressed the fact on me that I will relate it for the benefit of the reader, who may wish to realize to himself the actual conditions which probably exist in the airless lunar mountains and plains we are looking at. He cannot go there; but he may go if he pleases, as I have done, to the waterless, shadeless waste which stretches at the eastern slope of the Sierra Nevadas (a chain almost as high and steep as the lunar Apennines), and live some part of July and August in this desert, where the thermometer rises occasionally to one hundred and ten degrees in the shade, and his face is tanned till it can tan no more, and he appears to himself to have experienced the utmost in this way that the sun can do.