application to add to his knowledge, each allowing himself merely the
amount of sleep actually necessary to maintain health in order that he
could—in his own line—gather as much information as possible for the
ultimate benefit of the people on Earth. Very quickly, as it seemed,
the time drew near when the sun was but a few million miles ahead, and
its gravity had just altered the position of their vessel. Instead of
the sun being _before_ them, they approaching bows first, their ship
had, as it were, stood on end and the sun was _below_ them, they being
still on an even keel, but instead of going _forward_, they now had
simply to sink to his surface, like descending on our own world from
the clouds. As soon as they perceived this change, they paused, making
the ship in equilibrium, and, over five million miles above him, rested
for final discussion and completion of arrangements.
Already they were encountering clouds of metallic dust, still red-hot,
being rapidly drawn to the sun again by their own gravity; and although
the intrepid travellers were intent on sinking to the actual furnace
raging below them, which now blotted out the whole of the lower
heavens, the sight of the awful mass of seething ‘something’ made all
quake, and the pause was generally welcome. At the same instant there
rang through the ship the soft, silvery sound of the electric tubular
bells, calling all to the saloon for a meeting, whilst each passenger
received a telepathic message stating the object. A few moments later
all were assembled and Dennis, as usual, being elected spokesman,
began, with considerable emotion,—
“Fellow-travellers, on the last occasion when we assembled here there
were, unfortunately, mutinous companions in our midst, but now we
all meet together in heart and mind one, and it may be for the last
time, for in that fearful heat below us—that heat which no human
mind has power to grasp or means of defining—we may be destroyed,
notwithstanding all our precautions; and at this sacred and solemn
moment we cannot do better than kneel and ask Him who keeps yon
furnace in its place, and dots limitless space with wondrous worlds, to
keep us safely also, and watch over us.”
All knelt, and he continued,—
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