The mutineers had only been on the world four months when they suddenly
disappeared from the community, and none too soon, or they would have
added a fresh link to the already long chain of their sins by causing
the crime of murder to be introduced, for more than one had sworn to
kill them, and these vengeful victims sought for them high and low,
in all communities, but they seemed to have vanished from the face of
the world. Meanwhile the planet was drifting more and more from its
course, going no one knew whither—apparently attracted by a stronger
force than the sun, the climate getting worse and worse. Fogs were now
of daily occurrence, and the diminution of the sun’s rays affected the
whole world most seriously. There was no longer the great difference
between the heat of the day and that of the night, and there was very
little circulation in the atmosphere. The vapours rising up from the
earth and water now hung over the globe in a thick and impenetrable
mist, clouds remained almost stationary, and through the thick, foggy
air was not a breath of wind; the heat from the warmer portions of
the globe was not wafted to the cooler, and _vice versâ_, in order to
produce a temperate average from their distribution. And the fœtid
vapours emanating from the earth and sea, and all the dead and dying
life in and on them, and from the living people, were not destroyed,
or blown away, and in some cases the inhabitants died like flies,—by
hundreds. And as the weeks and months sped on matters grew ever worse,
for the air became more and more dense and stationary. Sound became
gradually more subdued and at last ceased, and there settled on the
whole world a chilling, numbing cold, nipping the already paralysed
limbs. The clouds, unable to perform their functions, condensed less
and less, as the sun, the source of heat, grew more and more distant,
till at last the air—the world’s scavenger—finally refused to absorb
and disperse the now dreadful emanations from the animal, vegetable
and other matter, by its capillary attraction, and life became almost
intolerable, only possible to the very strong and vigorous, for the
climatic conditions were changing faster than it was possible for life
of any kind to adapt itself to them.
Work was impossible, yet folk must live, and the stronger snatched the
food from dying lips to keep life going, and a second later it would
again be snatched away, clutched convulsively and lost, the exertion,
feeble though it was, being fatal, and the victorious one would roll
over inert as his own victim had done a moment before.
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