All around the moon


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All around the moon
Uniform Title:
De la terre à la lune
Physical Description:
484 p., 24 leaves of plates : ill., maps ; 20 cm.
Verne, Jules, 1828-1905
Roth, Edward, 1826-1911
Hildibrand, Henri Théophile
Bayard, Émile Antoine, 1837-1891
Locke, Richard Adams, 1800-1871
Catholic Publication Society
King & Baird
Catholic Publication Society
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New York
King & Baird, Printers and Stereotypers
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Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Astronomy -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Calculus -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dogs -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- Moon   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1876
novel   ( marcgt )
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United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia


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from the French of Jules Verne ; freely translated by Edward Roth ; with a map of the moon constructed and engraved for this edition, and also with an appendix containing the Famous Moon Hoax by Adams Locke.
General Note:
Illustrations engraved by Hildibrand after Bayard.

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'With a MAP of the MooN constructed and engraved for this edition,
and also with an Appendix containing the Famous
MooN HOAX by R. Adams Locke


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1876, by

In the Office of the Librarian at Washington.

Wo(. 607 ant 009 Sansom Strtrt,


The following is taken mainly from the first volume of
my contemplated translation of Jules Verne's most impor-
tant works i-
I resolved to make tie best translation I could of works
so undeniably meritorious, a translation which, whilst
strictly following the spirit of the author and trying to
make the most of his strong points, would throw his weak
ones into shade, soften off his extravagances, give his names
a familiar sound, correct palpable errors-unless where
radical, and then say nothing about them--simplify crabbed
science, explain difficulties, amplify and naturalize local
coloring, clear up strange allusions, omit blunders, put a
little blood and heart into the dramatic personae-in short,
a translation which should aim as near as possible at that
natural, clear, familiar idiomatic but rather exaggerated
style which Verne himself would have used if addressing
himself in English to an American audience.
Such services rendered to those famous stories,.if only
done honestly, unobtrusively, and with even tolerable sue.
cess, could hardly fail to be of advantage to the American


The present volume is my second instalment. In it the
Reader has the famous Moon Story done for the first time
into real English, corrected, edited, revised, annotated, col-
Improved ?
I should like my Readers to sincerely think so,

To assist the reader in appreciating what is really the
most interesting portion of the narrative, a careful reduc-
tion of Beer and Maedler's famous Map of the Moon has
been prepared expressly for this work. It is the only thing
of the kind that I know of existing in English, the places
being named instead of numbered, and represented direct
as they appear to the eye, not inverted as seen in the teles-
cope. It is the creditable work of a promising.young
scientific student, Mr. JosEPH S. WARD, a former Pupil.
The MooN HOAX is reprinted as a curiosity which
many think well worth preserving.
E. R.
January i, x876.


CHAP. PActn.

I. FROM 10 P. M. TO o0. 46' 40". .. 15











XI. FACT AND FANCY, .. .. 175


TAINS, ...... ...... 187






XVII. TYcHo, ........... S



XX. OFF THE PACIFIC COAST, .. ....... 350








MAP OF THE MOON .. Frlispjucc.



5. MORE HUNGRY THAN EITHER, .. ...... 55





WITH IT ............. 79



DAY .. ... 115


12. THE OXYGEN! HE CRIED, .. 136

13. A GROUP a la gardin IMabille .. .144


ING BONES, .... ..99







BEAMS, .............. 290











A few years ago the world was suddenly astounded by
hearing of an experiment of a most novel and daring nature,
altogether unprecedented in the annals of science. The
BALTIMORE GUN CLUB, a society of artillerymen started in
America during the great Civil War, had conceived the idea
of nothing less than establishing direct communication with
the Moon by means of a projectile President Barbican, the
originator of the enterprise, was strongly encouraged in its
feasibility by the astronomers of Cambridge Observatory,
and took upon himself to provide all the means necessary to
secure its success. Having realized by means of a public
subscription the sum of nearly five and a half millions of
dollars, he immediately set himself to work at the necessary
gigantic labors.
In accordance with the Cambridge men's note, the can-
non intended to discharge the projectile was to be planted
in some country not further than zSo north or south from
the equator, so that it might be aimed vertically at the Moon
in the zenith. The bullet was to be animated with an
Initial velocity of 12,ooo yards to the second. It was to be
fired off on the night of December ist, at thirteen minutes
and twenty seconds before eleven o'clock, precisely. Four
days afterwards it was to hit the Moon, at the very moment
that she reached her perigee, that is to say, her nearest point
to the Earth, about 228,ooo miles distant.
The leading members of the Club, namely President
Barbican, Secretary Marston, Major Elphinstone and Gen-


eral Morgan, forming the executive committee, held several
meetings to discuss the shape and material of the bullet, the
nature and position of the cannon, and the quantity and
quality of the powder. The decision soon arrived at was
as follows: ist-The bullet was to be a hollow aluminium
shell, its diameter nine feet, its walls a foot in thickness,
and its weight 19,250 pounds; ad-The cannon was to be
a columbiad 900 feet in length, a well of that depth form-
ing the vertical mould in which it was to be cast and 3d-
The powder was to be 4oo thousand pounds of gun cotton,
which, by developing more than aoo thousand millions of
cubic feet of gas under the projectile, would easily send it
as far as our satellite.
These questions settled. Barbican, aided by Murphy, the
Chief Engineer of the Cold Spring Iron Works, selected a
spot in Florida, near the s7th degree north latitude, called
Stony Hill, where, after the performance of many wonderful
feats in mining engineering, the Columbiad was successfully
Things had reached this state when an incident occurred
which excited the general interest a hundred fold.
A Frenchman from Paris, Michel Ardan by name, eccen-
tric, but keen and shrewd as well as daring, demanded, by the
Atlantic telegraph, permission to be enclosed in the bullet
so that he might be carried to the Moon, where he was
curious to make certain investigations. Received in America
with great enthusiasm, Ardan held a great meeting, tri.
umphantly carried his point, reconciled Barbican to his
mortal foe, a certain Captain M'Nicholl, and even, by way
of clinching the reconciliation, induced both the newly made
friends to join him in his contemplated trip to the Moon.
The bullet, so modified as to become a hollow conical
cylinder with plenty of room inside, was further provided
with powerful water-springs and readily-ruptured partitions


below the floor, intended to deaden the dreadful concussion
sure to accompany the start. It was supplied with provi-
sions for a year, water for a few months, and gas for nearly
two weeks. A self-acting apparatus, of ingenious construc-
tion, kept the confined atmosphere sweet and healthy by
manufacturing pure oxygen and absorbing carbonic acid.
Finally, the Gun Club had constructed, at enormous ex-
pense, a gigantic telescope, which, from the summit of
Long's Peak, could pursue the Projectile as it winged its
way through the regions of space. Everything at last was
On December ist, at the appointed moment, in the midst
of an immense concourse of spectators, the departure took
place, and,. for the first time in the world's history, three
human beings quitted our terrestrial globe with some pos-
sibility in their favor of finally reaching a point of destina-
tion in the inter-planetary spaces. They expected to accom-
plish their journey in 97 hours, 13 minutes and o2 seconds,
consequently reaching the Lunar surface precisely at mid-
night on December 5-6, the exact moment when the Moon
would be full.
Unfortunately, the instantaneous explosion of such a vast
quantity of gun-cotton, by giving rise to a violent commo-
tion in the atmosphere, generated so much vapor and mist
as to render the Moon invisible for several nights to the
innumerable watchers in the Western Hemisphere, who
vainly tried to catch sight of her.
In the meantime, J. T. Marston, the Secretary of the
Gun Club, and a most devoted friend of Barbican's, had
started for Long's Peak, Colorado. on the summit of which
the immense telescope, already alluded to, had been
erected ; it was of the reflecting kind, and possessed polver
sufficient to bring the Moon within a distance, of five miles.
While Marston was prosecuting his long journey with all


possible speed, Professor Belfast, who had charge of the
telescope, was endeavoring to catch a glimpse of the Pro-
jectile, but for a long time with no success. The hazy,
cloudy weather lasted for more than a week, to the great dis
gust of the public at large. People even began to fear that
further observation would have to be deferred to the 3d
of the following month, January, as during the latter half
of December the waning Moon could not possibly give
light enough to render the Projectile visible.
At last, however, to the unbounded satisfaction of all, a
violent tempest suddenly cleared the sky, and on the x3th
of December, shortly after midnight, the Moon, verging
towards her last quarter, revealed herself sharp and bright
on the dark background of the starry firmament.
That same morning, a few hours before Marston's arrival
at the summit of Long's Peak, a very remarkable telegram
had been dispatched by Professor Belfast to the Smithsonian
Institute, Washington. It announced :
That on December a3th, at a o'clock in the morning,
the Projectile shot from Stony Hill had been perceived by
Professor Belfast and his assistants ; that, deflected a little
from its course by some unknown cause, it had not reached
its mark, though it had approached near enough to be
affected by the Lunar attraction ; and that, its rectilineal
motion having become circular, it should henceforth con-
tinue to describe a regular orbit around thle Moon, of which
in fact it had become the Satellite. The dispatch went on
further to state :
That the elements of the new heavenly body had not yet
been calculated, as at least three different observations, taken
at different times, were necessary to determine them. The
distance of the Projectile from the Lunar surface, however,
might be set down roughly at 2833 miles.
The dispatch concluded with the following hypotheses,


positively pronounced to be the only two possible: Either,
x, The Lunar attraction would finally prevail, in which
case the travellers would reach their destination ; or 2,
The Projectile, kept whirling forever in an immutable
orbit, would go on revolving around the Moon till time
should be no more.
In either alternative, what should be the lot of the daring
adventurers ? They had, it is true, abundant provisions to
last them for some time, but even supposing that they did
reach the Moon and thereby completely establish the prac-
ticability of their daring enterprise, how were they ever to
get back ? Could they ever get back ? or ever even be heard
from ? Questions of this nature, freely discussed by the
ablest pens of the day, kept the public mind in a very rest-
less and excited condition.
We must be pardoned here for making a little remark
which, however, astronomers and other scientific men of
sanguine temperament would do well to ponder over. An
observer cannot be too cautious in announcing to the pub-
lic his discovery when it is of a nature purely speculative.
Nobody is obliged to discover a planet, or a comet, or even
a satellite, but, before announcing to the world that you
have made such a discovery, first make sure that such is
really the fact. Because, you know, should it afterwards
come out that you have done nothing of the kind, you
make yourself a butt for the stupid jokes of the lowest news-
paper scribblers. Belfast had never thought of this. Im-
pelled by his irrepressible rage for discovery-the furor in-
'veniendi ascribed to all astronomers by Aurelius Priscus-
he had therefore been guilty of an indiscretion highly un-
scientific when his famous telegram, launched to the world at
large from the summit of the Rocky Mountains, pronounced
so dogmatically on the only possible issues of the great en-
terprise. *


The truth was that his telegram contained two very im-
portant errors: i. Error of observation, as facts afterwards
proved; the Projectile was not seen on the i3th and could
not have been on that day, so that the little black spot
which Belfast professed to have seen was most certainly not
the Projectile; 2. Error of theory regarding the final fate of
the Projectile, since to make it become the Moon's satellite
was flying in the face of one of the great fundamental laws
of Theoretical Mechanics.
Only one, therefore, the first,of the hypotheses so posi-
tively announced, was capable of realization. The travel-
lers-that is to say if they still lived-might so combine
and unite their own efforts with those of the Lunar attrac-
tion as actually to succeed at last in reaching the Moon's
Now the travellers, those daring but cool-headed men
who knew very well what they were about, did still live,
they had survived the frightful concussion of the start, and
it is to the faithful record of their wonderful trip in the bul-
let-car, with all its singular and dramatic details, that the
present volume is devoted. The story may destroy many
illusions, prejudices and conjectures ; but it will at least
give correct ideas of the strange incidents to which such an
enterprise is exposed, and it will certainly bring out in
strong colors the effects of Barbican's scientific conceptions,
M'Nicholl's mechanical resources, and Ardan's daring,
eccentric, but brilliant and effective combinations.
Besides, it will show that J. T. Marston, their faithful
friend and a man every way worthy of the friendship of
such men, was only losing his time while mirroring the
Moon in the speculum of the gigantic telescope on the lofty
peak of the mountains.


FROM 10 P. M. TO 10 46' 40".

THE moment that the great clock belonging to
the works at Stony Hill had struck ten, Barbican,
Ardan and M'Nicholl began to take their last fare-
wells of the numerous friends surrounding them.
The two dogs intended to accompany them had
been already deposited in the Projectile. The
three travellers approached the mouth of the enor-
mous cannon, seated themselves in the flying car,
and once more took leave for the last time of the
vast throng standing in silence around them. The
windlass creaked, the car started, and the three
daring men disappeared in the yawning gulf.
The trap-hole giving them ready access to the in-
terior of the Projectile, the car soon came back
empty; the great windlass was presently rolled
away; the tackle and scaffolding were removed,
and in a short space of time the great mouth of
the Columbiad was completely rid of all obstruc-
M'Nicholl took upon himself to fasten the door
of the trap on the inside by means of a powerful
combination of screws and bolts of his own inven-
tion. He also covered up very carefully the glass
lights with strong iron plates of extreme solidity
and tightly fitting joints.


Ardan's first care was to turn on the gas, which
he found burning rather low; but he lit no more
than one burger, being desirous to economize as
much as possible their store of light and heat,
which, as he well knew, could not at the very
utmost last them longer than a few weeks.
Under the cheerful blaze, the interior of the
Projectile looked like a comfortable little chamber,
with its circular sofa, nicely padded walls, and
dome shaped ceiling.
All the articles that it contained, arms, instru-
ments, utensils, etc., were solidly fastened to the
projections of the wadding, so as to sustain. the
least injury' possible from the first terrible shock.
In fact, all precautions possible, humanly speak-
ing, had been taken to counteract this, the first,
and possibly one of the very greatest dangers to
which the courageous adventurers would be exposed.
Ardan expressed himself to be quite pleased with
the, appearance of things in general.
"It's a prison, to be sure," said he "but not one
of your ordinary prisons that always keep in the one
spot. For my part, as long as I can have the privi-
lege of looking out of the window, I am willing to
lease it for a hundred years. Ah I Barbican, that
brings out one of your stoiy 'smiles. You think
our lease may' last longer than that Our tene-
ment may become our coffin, eh? Be it so.
I prefer it anyway to Mahomet's; it may indeed
float in the air, but it won't be motionless as a
milestone "


FROJM i P. M. TO rb o' 4b".

Barbican, having made sure by personal inspec-
tion that everything was in perfect order, consulted
his chronometer, which he had carefully set a short
time before with Chief Engineer Murphy's, who had
been charged to fire off the Projectile.
"Friends," he said, "it is now twenty minutes
past ten. At 10 46' 40", precisely, Murphy will
send the electric current into the gun-cotton. We
have, therefore, twenty-six minutes more to remain
on earth."
Twenty-six minutes and twenty seconds," ob.
served Captain M'Nicholl, who always aimed at
mathematical precision.
Twenty-six minutes cried Ardan, gaily.~ An
age, a cycle, according to the use ybu make of them.
In twenty-six minutes how much can be done I The
weightiest questions of warfare, politics, morality,
can be discussed, even decided, in twenty-six min-
utes. Twenty-six minutes well spent are infinitely
more valuable than twenty-six lifetimes wasted A
few seconds even, employed by a Pascal, or a New-
ton, or a Barbican, or any other profoundly intellec-
tual being
Whose thoughts wander through eternity- "

"As mad as Marston Every bit! muttered the
Captain, half audibly.
"What do you conclude from this rigmarole of
yours?" interrupted Barbican.
"I conclude that we have twenty-six good min-
utes still left- "


"Only twenty-four minutes, ten seconds," inter-
rupted the Captain, watch in hand.
"Well, twenty-four minutes, Captain," Ardan
went on; "now even in twenty-four minutes, I
maintain- "
"Ardan," interrupted Barbican, "after a very
little while we shall have plenty of time for philo-
sophical disputations. Just now let us think of
something far more pressing."
More pressing! what do you mean? are we
not fully prepared?"
"Yes, fully prepared, as far at least as we have
been able to foresee. But we may still, I think,
possibly increase the number of precautions to be
taken against thd terrible shock that we are so soon
to experience."
"What? Have you any doubts whatever of the
effectiveness of your brilliant and extremely original
idea? Don't you think that the layers of water,
regularly disposed in easily-ruptured partitions be-
neath this floor, will afford us sufficient protection
by their elasticity ? "
"I hope so, indeed, my dear friend, but I am by
no means confident."
He hopes He is by no means confident! Lis-
ten to that, Mac! Pretty time to tell us so I Let me
out of here! "
"Too late!" observed the Captain quietly.
"The trap-hole alone would take ten or fifteen
minutes to open."
Oh then I suppose I must make the best of it,"

FROM ro P. M. TO o 46' 40'.

said Ardan, laughing. "All aboard, gentlemen !
The train starts in twenty minutes! "
"In nineteen minutes and eighteen seconds,"
said the Captain, who never took his eye off the
The three travellers looked at each other for a
little while, during which even Ardanappeared to
become serious. After another careful.glance at the
several objects lying around them, Barbican said,
Everything is in its place, except ourselves.
What we have now to do is 'to decide on the posi-
tion we must take in order to neutralize the shock
as much as possible. We must be particularly care-
ful to guard against a rush of blood to the head."
Correct said the Captain.
Suppose we stood oni our heads, like the circus
tumblers cried Ardan, ready to suit the action to
the word.
"Better than that," said Barbican; we can lie
on our side. Keep clearly in mind, dear friends,
that at the instant of departure it makes very little
difference to us whether we are inside the bullet or
in front of it. There is, no doubt, some difference,"
he added, seeing the great eyes made by his friends,
"but it is exceedingly little."
"Thank heaven for the some / interrupted
Ardan, fervently.
Don't you approve of my suggestion, Captain ? "
asked Barbican.
"Certainly," was the hasty reply. "That is to


say, absolutely. Seventeen minutes twenty-seven
Mac isn't a human being at all! cried Ardan,
admiringly. "He is a repeating chronometer, hori-
zontal escapement, London-made lever, capped, jew-
elled,- "
His companions let him run on while they busied
themselves in making their last arrangements, with
the greatest coolness and most systematic method.
In fact, I don't think. of anything just now to com-
pare them to except a couple of old travellers who,
having to pass the night in the train, are trying to
make themselves as comfortable as possible for their
long journey. In your profound astonishment, you
may naturally ask me of what strange material can
the hearts of these Americans be made, who can
view without the slightest semblance of a flutter the
approach of the most appalling dangers? In your
curiosity I fully participate, but, I'm sorry to say, I
can't gratify it. It is one of those things that I
could never find out.
Three mattresses, thick and well wadded, spread
on the disc forming the false bottom of the Projec-
tile, were arranged in lines whose parallelism was
simply perfect. But Ardan would never think of
occupying his until the very last moment. Walking
up and down, with the restless nervousness of a wild
beast in a cage, he kept up a continuous fire of talk;
at one moment with his friends, at another with the
dogs, addressing the latter by the euphonious and
suggestive names of Diana and Satellite.

;* -

FROM to P. Xi. TO 1o 6 4!".

Ho, pets! he would exclaim as he patted them
gently, "you must not forget the noble part you are
to play up there. You must be models of canine de-
portment. The eyes of the whole Selenitic world will
be upon you, You are the standard bearers of your
race. From you they will receive their first impres-
sion regarding its.merits. Let it be a favorable one.
Compel those Selenites to acknowledge, in spite of
themselves, that the terrestrial race of canines is far
superior to that of the very best Moon dog among
them "
"Dogs in the Moon! sneered M'Nicholl, "I
like that "
"Plenty of dogs! cried Ardan, "and horses too,
and cows, and sheep, and no end of chickens! "
"A hundred dollars to one there isn't a single
chicken within the whole Lunar realm, not exclu-
ding even the invisible side cried the Captain, in
an authoritative tone, but never taking his eye off
the chronometer.
"I take that bet, my son," coolly replied Ardan,
shaking the Captain's hand by way of ratifying the
wager; "and this reminds me, by the way, Mac,
that you have lost three bets already, to the pretty
little tune of six thousand dollars."
"And paid them, too! cried the captain, mo-
notonously; ten, thirty-six, six "
"Yes, and in a quarter of an hour you will have
to pay nine thousand dollars more; four thousand
because the Columbiad will not burst, and five thou-
sand because the Projectile will rise more than six
miles from the Eirth."


"I have the money ready," answered the Captain,
touching his breeches pocket. "When I lose I pay.
Not sooner. Ten, thirty-eight, ten "
Captain, you're a man of method, if there ever
was one. I think, however, that you made a mis-
take in your wagers."
"How so? asked the Captain listlessly, his eye
still on the dial.
"Because, by Jove, if you win there will be no
more of you left to take the money than there will
be of Barbican to pay it! "
Friend Ardan," quietly observed Barbican,
"my stakes are deposited in the Wall Street
Bank, of New York, with orders to pay them
over to the Captain's heirs, in case the Captain
himself should fail to put in an appearance at the
proper time.'
"Oh! you rhinoceroses, you pachyderms, you
granite men!" cried Ardan, gasping with sur-
prise; "you machines with iron heads, and iron
hearts! I may admire you, but I'm blessed if I
understand you !"
"6Ten, forty-two, ten! repeated M'Nicholl, as
mechanically as if it was the chronometer itself that
Four minutes and a half more," said Barbican.
"Oh! four and a half little minutes went on
Ardan. Only think of it! We are shut up in a
bullet that lies in the chamber of a cannon nine hun-
dred feet long. Underneath this bullet is piled a
charge of 400 thousand pounds of gun-cotton, equiv-

FROM 1o P. M. TO 10 46' 40o.

alent to 16oo thousand pounds of ordinary gun-
powder! And at this very instant our friend Mur-
phy, chronometer in hand, eye on dial, finger on
discharger, is counting the last seconds and getting
ready to launch us into the limitless regions obf plane-
tary- "
"Ardan, dear friend," interrupted Barbican, in a
grave tone, "' a serious moment is now at hand. Let
us meet it with some interior recollection. Give me
your hands, my dear friends."
Certainly," said Ardan, with tears in his voice,
and already at the other extreme of his apparent
The three brave men united in one last, silent,
but warm and impulsively affectionate pressure.'
"And now, great God, our Creator, protect us !
In Thee we trust! prayed Barbican, the others join-
ing him with folded hands and bowed heads.'
"Ten, forty-six!" whispered the Captain, as he
and Ardan quietly took their places on the mat-
Only forty seconds more !
Barbican rapidly extinguishes the gas and lies
down beside his companions.
The deathlike silence now reigning in the Projec-
tile is interrupted only by the sharp ticking of the
chronometer as it beats the seconds.
Suddenly, a dreadful shock is felt, and the Projec-
tile, shot up by the instantaneous development ot
200,000 millions of cubic feet of gas, is flying into
.pace with inconceivable rapidity!



WHAT had taken place within the Projectile?
What effect had been produced by the frightful
concussion? Had Barbican's ingenuity been at-
tended with a fortunate result ? Had the shock
been sufficiently deadened by the springs, the buffers,
the water layers, and the partitions so readily rup-
tured? Had their combined effect succeeded in
counteracting the tremendous violence of a velocity
of 12,000 yards a second, actually sufficient to carry
them from London to New York in six minutes ?
These, and a hundred other questions of a similar
nature were asked that night by the millions who
had been watching the explosion from the base of
Stony Hill. Themselves they forgot altogether for
the moment ; they forgot everything in their absorb-
ing anxiety regarding the fate of the daring travel-
lers. Had one among them, our friend Marston,
for instance, been favored with a glimpse at the in-
terior of the projectile, what would he have seen ?
Nothing at all at first, on account of the dark-
ness ; except that the walls had solidly resisted the
frightful shock. Not a crack, nor a bend, nor a dint
could be perceived; not even the slightest injury
had the admirably constructed piece of mechanical
workmanship endured. It had not yielded an inch


to the enormous pressure, and, far from melting and
falling back to earth, as had been so seriously appre-
hended, in showers of blazing aluminium, it was still
as strong in every respect as it had been on the very
day that it left the Cold Spring Iron Works, glitter-
ing like a silver dollar.
Of real damage there was actually none, and even
the disorder into which things had been thrown in
the interior by the violent shock was comparatively
slight. A few small objects lying around loose had
been furiously hurled against the ceiling, but the
others appeared not to have suffered the slightest
injury. The straps that fastened them up were un-
frayed, and the fixtures that held them down were
The partitions beneath the disc having been rup.
tured, and the water having escaped, the false floor
had been dashed with tremendous violence against
the bottom of the Projectile, and on this disc at this
moment three human bodies could be seen lying
perfectly still and motionless.
Were they three corpses? Had the Projectile
suddenly become a great metallic coffin bearing its
ghastly contents through the air with the rapidity of
a lightning flash?
In a very few minutes after the shock, one of the
bodies stirred a little, the arms moved, the eyes
opened, the head rose and tried to look around;
finally, with some difficulty, the body managed to
get on its knees. It was the Frenchman I He held
his head tightly squeezed between his hands for some


time as if to keep it from splitting. .Then he felt
himself rapidly all over, cleared his throat with a
vigorous "hem! listened to the sound critically
for an instant, and then said to himself in a relieved
tone, but in his native'tongue:
One man all right Call the roll for the
others I "
He tried to rise, but the effort was too great for
his strength. He fell back again, his brain swim-
ming, his eyes bursting, his head splitting. His
state very much resembled that of a young man
waking up in the morning after his first tremendous
Br-rr he muttered to himself, still talking
French; "this reminds me of one of my wild
nights long ago in the Quartier Latin, only de-
cidedly more so "
Lying quietly on his -back for a while, he could
soon feel that the circulation of his blood, so sud-
denly and violently arrested by the terrific shock,
was gradually recovering its regular flow; his heart
grew more normal in its action; his head became
clearer, and the pain less distracting.
"Time to call that roll," he at last exclaimed in
a voice with some pretentions to firmness; "Barbi-
can MacNicholl! "
He listens anxiously for a reply. None comes.
A snow-wrapt grave at midnight is not more silent.
In vain does he try to catch even the faintest sound
of breathing, though he listens intently enough to




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hear the beating of their hearts; but he hears only
his own.
Call that roll again he mutters in a voice far
less assured than before; Barbican MacNicholl! "
The same fearful unearthly stillness. ..
"The thing is getting decidedly monotonous '
he exclaimed, still speaking French. Then rapidly
recovering his consciousness as the full horror of the
situation began to break on his mind, he went on
muttering audibly: "Have they really hopped the
twig? Bah Fudge! what has not been able to
knock the life out of one little Frenchman can't
have killed two Americans! They're all right! But
first and foremost, let us enlighten the situation "
So saying, he contrived without much difficulty to
get on his feet. Balancing himself then for a mo-
ment, he began groping about for the gas. "But he
stopped suddenly.
Hold on a minute he cried; "'before light-
ing this match, let us see if the gas has been escaping.
Setting fire to a mixture of air and -hydrogen
would make a pretty how-do-you-do! Stich an ex-
plosion would infallibly burst the Projectile, which
so far seems all right, though I'm blest if I can tell
whether we're moving or not."
He began sniffing and smelling to discover if pos-
sible the odor of escaped gas. He could not detect
the slightest sign of anything of the kind. This
gave him great courage. He knew of course that
his senses were not yet in good order, still he
thought he might trust them so far as to be certain


that the gas had not escaped and that consequently
all the other receptacles were uninjured.
At the touch of the match, the gas burst into light
and burned with a steady flame. Ardan immedi-
ately bent anxiously over the prostrate bodies of his
friends. They lay on each other like inert masses,
M'Nicholl stretched across Barbican.
Ardan first lifted up the Captain, laid him on the
sofa, opened his clenched hands, rubbed them, and
slapped the palms vigorously. Then he went all over
the body carefully, kneading it, rubbing it, and
gently patting it. In such intelligent efforts to re-
store suspended circulation, he seemed perfectly at
home, and after a few minutes his patience was re-
warded by seeing the Captain's pallid face gradually
recover its natural color, and by feeling his heart
gradually beat with a firm pulsation.
At last M'Nicholl opened his eyes, stared at
Ardan for an instant, pressed his hand, looked
around searchingly and anxiously, and at last whis-
pered in a faint voice:
How's Barbican ?" /
"Barbican is all right, Captain," answered Ardan
quietly, but still speaking French. I'll attend to
him in a jiffy. He had to wait for his turn. I be-
gan with you because you were the top man. We'll
see in a minute what we can do for dear old Barby
(ce cher Barbican) "
In less than thirty seconds more, the Captain not
only was able to sit up himself, but he even insisted


on helping Ardan to lift Barbican, and deposit him
gently on the sofa.
The poor President had evidently suffered more
from the concussion than either of his companions.
As they took off his coat they were at first terribly
shocked at the sight of a great patch of blood stain-
ing his shirt bosom, but they were inexpressibly re-
lieved at finding that it proceeded from a slight con-
tusion of the shoulder, little more than skin deep.
Every approved operation that Ardan had per-
formed for the Captain, both now repeated for Bar-
bican, but for a long time with nothing like a favor-
able result.
Ardan at first tried to encourage the Captain by
whispers of a lively and hopeful nature, but not yet
understanding why M'Nicholl did not deign to
make a single reply, he grew reserved by degrees
and at last would not speak a single word. He
worked at Barbican, however, just as before.
M'Nicholl interrupted himself every moment to
lay his ear on the breast of the unconscious man.
At first he had shaken his head quite despondingly,
but by degrees he found himself more and more en-
couraged to persist.
He breathes! he whispered at last.
"Yes, he has been breathing for some time," re-
plied Ardan, quietly, still unconsciously speaking
French. "A little more rubbing and pulling and
pounding will make him as spry as a young grass-
They worked at him, in fact, so vigorously, intel-


ligently and perseveringly, that, after what they con-
sidered a long hour's labor, they had the delight of
seeing the pale face assume a healthy hue, the inert
limbs give signs of returning animation, and the
breathing become strong and regular.
At last, Barbican suddenly opened his eyes,
started into an upright position on the sofa, took
his friends by the hands, and, in a voice showing
complete consciousness, demanded eagerly:
"Ardan, M'Nicholl, are we moving? "
His friends looked at each other, a little amused,
but more perplexed. In their anxiety regarding
their own and their friend's recovery, they had
never thought of asking such a question. His
words recalled them at once to a full sense of their
"Moving? Blessed if I can tell! said Ardan,
still speaking French.
"We may be lying fifty feet deep in a Florida
marsh, for all I know," observed M'Nicholl.
Or, likely as not, in the bottom of the Gulf of
Mexico," suggested Ardan, still in French."
"Suppose we find out," observed Barbican,
jumping up to try, his voice as clear and his step
as firm as ever.
But trying is one thing, and finding out another.
Having no means of comparing themselves with ex-
ternal objects, they could not possibly tell whether
they were moving, or at an absolute stand-still.
Though our Earth is whirling us continually around
the Sun at the tremendous speed of 500 miles a min-


ute, its inhabitants are totally unconscious of the
slightest motion. It was the same with %j travel-
lers. Through their own personal consciousness
they could tell absolutely nothing. Were they
shooting through space like a meteor? They could
not tell. Had they fallen back and buried them-
selves deep in the sandy soil of Florida, or, still
more likely, hundreds of fathoms deep beneath the
waters of the Gulf of Mexico ? They could not
form the slightest idea.
Listening evidently could do no good. The pro-
found silence proved nothing. The padded walls
of the Projectile were too thick to admit' any sound
whether of wind, water, or human beings. Barbi-
can, however, was soon struck forciby by one cir-
cumstance. He felt himself to be very uncomfort-
ably warm, and his friend's faces looked very hot
and flushed. Hastily removing the cover that pro-
tected the thermometer, he closely inspected it, and
in an instant uttered a joyous exclamation.
"Hurrah he cried. We're moving! There's
no mistake about it. The thermometer marks 113
degrees Fahrenheit. Such a stifling heat could not
come from the gas. It comes from the exterior
walls of our projectile, which atmospheric friction
must have made almost red hot. But this heat
must soon diminish, because we are already far be-
yond the regions of the atmosphere, so that instead
of smothering we shall be shortly in danger of
"What?" asked Ardan, much bewildered. "We


are already far beyond the limits of the terrestrial
atmosphere! Why do you think so?"
M'Nicholl was still too much flustered to venture
a word.
"If you want me to answer your question satisfac-
torily, my dear Ardan," replied Barbican, with a
quiet smile, "you will have the kindness to put your
questions in English."
What do you mean, Barbican asked Ardan,
hardly believing his ears.
Hurrah! cried M'Nicholl, in the tone of a
man who has suddenly made a welcome but most
unexpected discovery.
"I don't know exactly how it is with the Cap-
tain," continued Barbican, with the utmost tranquil-
lity, "but for my part the study of the languages
never was my strong point, and though I always ad-
mired the French, and even understood it pretty
well, I never could converse in it without giving
myself more trouble than I always find it conve-
nient to assume."
"You don't mean to say that I have been talking
French to you all this time cried Ardan, horror-
The most elegant French I ever heard, backed
by the purest Parisian accent,", replied Barbican,
highly amused; "Don't you think so, Captain ?"
he added, turning to M'Nicholl, whose countenance
still showed the most comical traces of bewilder-
"Well, I swan to man! cried the Captain,


who always swore a little when his feelings got be-
yond his control; "Ardan, the Boss has got the
rig on both of us this time, but rough as it is on you
it is a darned sight more so on me. Be hanged if I
did not think you were talking English the wh'ple
time, and I put the whole blame for not understand-
ing you on the disordered state of my brain! "
Ardan only stared, and scratched his head, but
Barbican actually-no, not laughed, that serene na-
ture could not laugh. His cast-iron features puck-
ered into a smile of the richest drollery, and his
eyes twinkled with the wickedest fun ; but no un-
dignified giggle escaped the portal of those majestic
It sounds like French, I'd say to myself," con-
tinued the Captain, but I know it's English, and
by and by, when this whirring goes out of my head,
I shall easily understand it."
Ardan now looked as if he was beginning to see
the joke.
"The most puzzling part of the thing to me,"
went on M'Nicholl, giving his' experience with the
utmost gravity, was why English sounded 'so like
French. If it was simple incomprehensible gibber-
ish, I could readily blame the state of my ears for
it. But the idea that my bothered ears could turn
a mere confused, muzzled, buzzing reverberation
into a sweet, harmonious, articulate, though unin-
telligible, human language, made me sure that I was
fast becoming crazy, if I was not so already."
"Ha! ha! ha! roared Ardan, laughing till the


tears came. "Now I understand why the poor Cap-
tain made me no reply all the time, and looked at
me with such a hapless woe-begone expression of
countenance. The fact is, Barbican, that shock
was too much both for M'Nicholl and myself. You
are the only man among us whose head is fire-proof,
blast-proof, and powder-proof. I really believe a
burglar would have greater difficulty in blowing
your head-piece open than in bursting one of those
famous American safes your papers make such a fuss
about. A wonderful head, the Boss's, isn't it
M'Nicholl ? "
"Yes," said the Captain, as slowly as if every
word were a gem of tlhe profoundest thought, the
Boss has a fearful and a wonderful head "
"But now to business cried the versatile
Ardan, "Why do you think, Barbican, that we
are at present beyond the limits of the terrestrial
atmosphere ?''
For avery simple reason," said Barbican, point-
ing to the chronometer; it is now more than seven
minutes after Ix. We must, therefore, have been
in motion more than twenty minutes. Consequently,
unless our initial velocity has been very much di-
minished by the friction, we must have long before
this completely cleared the fifty miles of atmosphere
enveloping the earth."
"Correct," said the Captain, cool as a cucum-
ber, because once more in complete possession of all
his senses;" but how much do you think the initial
velocity to have been diminished by the friction ?"


"'By a third, according to my calculations," re-
plied Barbican, which I think are right. Suppo-
sing our initial velocity, therefore, to have been
12,000 yards per second, by the time we quitted
the atmosphere it must have been reduced to 8,ooo
yards per second. At that rate, we must have gone
by this time- '"
Then, Mac, my boy, you've lost your two
bets interrupted Ardan. The Columbiad has
not burst, four thousand dollars; the Projectile has
risen at least six miles, five thousand dollars.; come,
Captain, bleed "
"Let me first be sure we're right," said the Cap-
tain, quietly. "I don't deny, you see, that friend
Barbican's arguments are quite right, and, therefore,
that I have lost my nine thousand dollars. But
there is another view of the case possible, which
might annul the bet."
"What other view?" asked Barbican, quickly.
"Suppose," said the Captain, very drily, "that
the powder had not caught, and that we were still
lying quietly at the bottom of the Columbiad "
"By Jove laughed Ardan, there's an idea
truly worthy of my own nondescript brain We
must surely have changed heads during that concus-
sion No matter, there is some sense left in us yet.
Come now, Captain, consider a little, if you can.
Weren't we both half-killed by the shock? Didn't
.1 rescue you from certain death with these two
hands? Don't you see Barbican's shoulder still
bleeding by the violence of the shock? "


Correct, friend Michael, correct in 'every par-
ticular," replied the Captain. But one little ques-
"Out with it! "
Friend Michael, you say we're moving ?"
"In consequence of the explosion? "
Certainly! "
"Which must have been attended with a tremen-
dous report ? "
Of course! "
"Did you hear that report, friend Michael ?"
"N-b," replied Ardan, a little disconcerted at
the question. Well, no; I can't say that I did
hear any report."
"Did you, friend Barbican ?"
"No," replied Barbican, promptly. "I heard
no report whatever."
His answer was ready, but his look was quite as
disconcerted as Ardan's.
"Well, friend Barbican and friend Michael," said
the Captain, very drily as he leered wickedly at both,
"put that and that together and tell me what you
make of it."
"It's a fact I exclaimed Barbican, puzzled, but
not bewildered. "Why did we not hear that re-
port ?"
"Too hard for me," said Ardan. "Give it up!"
The three friends gazed at each other for a while
with countenances expressive of much perplexity.
Barbican appeared to be the least self-possessed of


the party. It was a complete turning of the tables
from the state of things a few moments ago. The
problem was certainly simple enough, but for that
very reason the more inexplicable. If they were
moving the explosion must have taken place ; but if
the explosion had taken place, why had they not
heard the report ?
Barbican's decision soon put an end to specula-
"Conjecture being useless," said he, "'let us
have recourse to facts. First, let us see where we
are. Drop the deadlights "
This operation, simple enough in itself and being
immediately undertaken by the whole three, was
easily accomplished. The screws fastening the bolts
by which the external plates of the deadlights were
solidly pinned, readily yielded to the pressure of a
powerful wrench. The bolts were then driven out-
wards, and the holes which had contained them
were immediately filled with solid plugs of India
rubber. The bolts once driven out, the external
plates dropped by their own weight,, turning on a
hinge, like portholes, and the strong plate-glass form-
ing the light immediately showed itself. A second
light exactly similar, could be cleared away on the
opposite side of the Projectile; a third, on the sum-
mit of the dome, and a fourth, in the centre of the
bottom. The travellers could thus take observations
in four different directions, having an opportunity
of gazing at the firmament through the side lights,


and at the Earth and the Moon through the lower
and the upper lights of the Projectile.
Ardan and the Captain had commenced examin-
ing the floor, previous to operating on the bottom
light. But Barbican was the first to get through his
work at one of the side lights, and M'Nicholl and
Ardan soon heard him shouting:
"No, my friends!" he exclaimed, in tones of
decided emotion;. "we have not fallen back to
Earth; -nor are we lying in the bottom of the Gulf
of Mexico. No! We are driving through space!
Look at the stars, glittering all around Brighter,
but smaller than we have ever seen them before!
We have left the Earth and the Earth's atmosphere
far behind us "
"Hurrah Hurrah! cried M'Nicholl and Ardan,
feeling as if electric shocks were coursing through
them, though they could see nothing, looking down
from the side light, but the blackest and profound-
est obscurity. *
Barbican soon convinced them that this pitchy
blackness proved that they were not, and could not
be, reposing on the surface of the Earth, where at
that moment, everything was illuminated by the
bright moonlight; also that they had passed the
different layers of the atmosphere, where the dif-
fused and refracted rays would be also sure to re-
veal themselves through the lights of the Projectile.
They were, therefore, certainly moving. No doubt
was longer possible.


"It's a fact observed the Captain, now quite
convinced. "Then I've lost! "
"Let me congratulate you! cried Ardan, sha-
king his hand.
"Here is your nine thousand dollars, friend Bar-
bican," said the Captain, taking a roll of green-
backs of high denomination out of his porte-mon-
"You want a receipt, don't you, Captain?"
asked Barbican, counting the money.
Yes, I should prefer one, if it is not too much
trouble," answered M'Nidholl; it saves dispute."
Coolly and mechanically, as if seated at his desk,
in his office, Barbican opened his memorandum
book, wrote a receipt on a blank page, dated,
signed and sealed it, and then handed it to the
Captain, who put it away carefully among the other
papers of his portfolio.
Ardan, taking off his hat, made a profound bow
to both of his companions, without saying a word.
Such formality, under such extraordinary circum-
stances, actually paralysed his tongue for the mo-
ment. No wonder that he could not understand
those Americans. Even Indians would have sur-
prised him by an exhibition of such stoicism. After
indulging in silent wonder for a minute or two, he
joined his companions who were now busy looking
out at the starry sky.
"Where is the Mobn.? he asked. "How is it
that we cannot see her ? "
"The fact of our not seeing her," answered Bar-


bican, "gives me very great satisfaction in one re-
spect; it shows that our Projectile was shot so
rapidly out of the Columbiad that it had not time
to be impressed with the slightest revolving motion
-for us a most fortunate matter. As for the rest-
see, there is Cassiopeia, a little to the left is Andro-
meda, further down is the great square of Pega-
sus, and to the southwest .Fomalhaut can be easily
seen swallowing the Cascade. All this shows we are
looking west and consequently cannot see the Moon,
which is approaching the zenith from the east.
Open the. other light-But hold on! Look here!
What can this be? "
The three travellers, looking westwardly in the di-
rection of Alpherat, saw a brilliant object rapidly
approaching them. At a distance, it looked like a
dusky moon, but the side turned towards the Earth
blazed with a bright light, which every moment be-
came more intense. It came towards them with
prodigious velocity and, what was worse, its path lay
so directly in the course of the Projectile that a col-
lision seemed inevitable. As it moved onward,
from west to east, they could easily see that it ro-
tated on its axis, like all heavenly bodies; in fact, it
somewhat resembled a Moon on a small scale, de-
scribing its regular orbit around the Earth.
M ille tonerres / cried Ardan, greatly excited;
"what is that ? Can it be another projectile?"
M'Nicholl, wiping his spectacles, looked again, but
made no reply. Barbican looked puzzled and un-
easy. A collision was quite possible, and the results,


even if not frightful in the highest degree, must be
extremely deplorable. The Projectile, if not abso-
lutely dashed to pieces, would be diverted from its
own course and dragged along in a new one in obe-
dience to the irresistible attraction of this furious
Barbican fully realized that either alternative in-
volved the complete failure of their enterprise. He
kept perfectly still, but, never losing his presence of
mind, he curiously looked on the approaching object
with a gladiatorial eye, as if seeking to detect some
unguarded point in his terrible adversary. The Cap-
tain was equally silent; he looked like a man who
had fully made up his mind to regard every possible
contingency with the most stoical indifference. But
Ardan's tongue, more fluent than ever, rattled away
"Look I Look! he exclaimed, -in tones so per-
fectly expressive of his rapidly alternating feelings as
to render the medium of words totally unnecessary.
"Howrapidly the cursed thing is nearing us! Plague
take your ugly phiz, the more I know you, the less
I like you Every second she doubles in size !
Come, Madame Projectile! Stir your stumps a
little livelier, old lady He's making for you as
straight as an arrow We're going right in his way,
or he's coming in ours, I can't say which. It's
taking a mean advantage of us either way. As for
ourselves-what can we do Before such a monster
as that we are as helpless as three men in a little


skiff shooting down the rapids to the brink of
Niagara Now for it! "
Nearer and nearer it came, but without noise,
without sparks, without a trail, though its lower
part was brighter than ever. Its path lying little
above them, the nearer it came the more the collis-
ion seemed inevitable. Imagine yourself caught on
a narrow railroad bridge at midnight with an express
train approaching at full speed, its reflector already
dazzling you with its light, the roar of the cars rat-
tling in yourears, and you may conceive the feel-
ings of the travellers. At last it was so near that
the travellers started back in affright, with eyes
shut, hair on end, and fully believing their last
hour had come. Even then Ardan had his mot.
We can neither switch off, down brakes, nor clap
on more steam Hard luck "
In an instant, all was over. The velocity of the
Projectile was fortunately great enough to carry it
barely above the dangerous point; and in a flash
the terrible bolide disappeared rapidly several hun-
dred yards beneath the affrighted travellers.
Good bye And may you never come back I "
cried Ardan, hardly able to breathe. "It's perfectly
outrageous! Not room enough in infinite space to
let an unpretending bullet like ours move about a
little without incurring the risk of being run over by
such a monster as that! What is it anyhow? Do
you know, Barbican ? "
"I do," was the reply.


"Of course, you do! What is it that he don't
know? Eh, Captain?"
It is a simple bolide, but one of such enormous
dimensions that the Earth's attraction has made it a
"What! cried Ardan, "another satellite be-
sides the. Moon? I hope there are no more of
them "
"They are pretty numerous," replied Barbican
"but they are so small and they move with such
enormous velocity that they are very seldom seen.
Petit, the Director of the Observatory of Toulouse,
who these last years has devoted much time and
care to the observation of bolides, has calculated
that the very one we have just encountered moves
with such astonishing swiftness that it accomplishes
its revolution around the Earth in about 3 hours and
20 minutes "
Whew! ". whistled Ardan, where should we
be now if it had struck us "
"You don't mean to say, Barbican," observed
M'Nicholl, "that Petit has seen this very one? "
So it appears," replied Barbican.
"And do all astronomers admit its existence?"
asked the Captain.
Well, some of them have their doubts," replied
"If the unbelievers had been here a minute or
twvo ago," interrupted Ardan, "they would never
express a doubt again."
"If Petit's calculation is right," continued Barbi-


can, I can even form a very good idea as to our
distance from the Earth."
"It seems to me Barbican can do what he pleases
here or elsewhere," observed Ardan to the Captain.
Let us see, Barbican," asked M'Nicholl; "where
has Petit's calculation placed us?"
"The bolide's distance being known," replied
Barbican, "at the moment we met it we were a
little more than 5 thousand miles from the Earth's
"Five thousand miles already!" cried Ardan,
" why we have only just started "
"Let us see about that," quietly observed the
Captain, looking at his chronometer, and calculating
with his pencil. It is now o10 minutes past eleven ;
we have therefore been 23 minutes on the road.
Supposing our initial velocity of 12,000 yards or
nearly seven miles a second, to have been kept up,
we should by this time be about 9,000 miles from
the Earth but by allowing for friction and gravity,
we can hardly be more than 5,500 miles. Yes,
friend Barbican, Petit does not seem to be very
wrong in his calculations."
But Barbican hardly heard the observation. He
had not yet answered the puzzling question that had
already presented itself to them for solution; and un-
til he had done so he could not attend to anything else.
"That's all very well and good, Captain," he re-
plied in an absorbed manner, but we have not yet
been able to account for a very strange phenomenon.
Why didn't we hear the report ? "


No one replying, the conversation came to a stand-
still, and Barbican, still absorbed in his reflections,
began clearing the second light of its external shut-
ter. In a few minutes the plate dropped, and the
Moon beams, flowing in, filled the interior of the
Projectile with her brilliant light. The Captain im-
mediately put out the gas, from motives of economy
as well as because its glare somewhat interfered with
the observation of the interplanetary regions.
The Lunar disc struck the travellers as glittering
with a splendor and purity of light that they had
never witnessed before. The beams, no longer
strained through the misty atmosphere of the Earth,
streamed copiously in through the glass and coated
the interior walls of the Projectile with a brilliant
silvery plating. The intense blackness of the sky
enhanced the dazzling radiance of the Moon. Even
the stars blazed with a new and unequalled splendor,
and, in the absence of a refracting atmosphere, they
flamed as bright in the close proximity of the Moon
as in any other part of the sky.
You can easily conceive the interest with which
these bold travellers gazed on the Starry Queen, the
final object of their daring journey. She was now
insensibly approaching the zenith, the mathematical
point which she was to reach four days later. They
presented their telescopes, but her mountains, plains,
craters and general characteristics hardly came out
a particle more sharply than if they had been viewed
from the Earth. Still, her light, unobstructed by air
or vapor, shimmered with a lustre actually trans-


plendent. Her disc shone like a mirror of polished
platina. The travellers remained for some time ab-
sorbed in the silent contemplation of the glorious
How they're gazing at her this very moment
from Stony Hill! said the Captain at last to break
the silence.
By Jove cried Ardan; "it's true Captain
you're right. We were near forgetting our dear old
Mother, the Earth, What ungrateful children!
Let me feast my eyes once more on the blessed old
creature "
Barbican, to satisfy his companion's desire, imme-
diately commenced to clear away the disc which
covered the floor of the Projectile and prevented
them from getting at the lower light. This disc,
though it had been dashed to the bottom of the
Projectile with great violence, was still as strong as
ever, and, being made in compartments fastened by
screws, to dismount it was no easy matte!, Barbi-
can, however, with the help of the others, soon had
it all taken apart, and put away the pieces carefully,
to serve again in case of need. A round hole about
a foot and a half in diameter appeared, bored through
the floor of the Projectile. It was closed by a circu-
lar pane of plate-glass, which was about six inches
thick, fastened by a ring of copper. Below, on the
outside, the glass was protected by an aluminium
plate, kept in its place by strong bolts and nuts.
The latter being unscrewed, the bolts slipped out by
their own weight, the shutter fell, and a new cornm-


munication was established between the interior and
the exterior.
Ardan knelt down, applied his eye to the light,
and tried to look out. At first everything was
quite dark and gloomy.
I see no Earth he exclaimed at last.
"Don't you see a fine ribbon of light? asked
Barbican, "right beneath us ? A thin, pale, silvery
crescent ? "
Of course I do. Can that be the Earth ? "
Terra Mater herself, friend Ardan. That fine
fillet of light, now hardly visible on her eastern bor-
der, will disappear altogether as soon as the Moon is
full. Then, lying as she will be between the Sun
and the Moon, her illuminated face will be turned
away from us altogether, and for several days she
will be involved in impenetrable darkness."
"And that's the Earth repeated Ardan, hardly
able to believe his eyes, as he continued to gaze on
the slight thread of silvery white light., somewhat
resembling the appearance of th'e Young May
Moon a few hours after sunset.
Barbican's explanation was quite correct. The
Earth, in reference to the Moon or the Projectile,
was in her last phase, or octant as it is called, and
showed a sharp-horned, attenuated, but brilliant
crescent strongly relieved by the black background
of the sky. Its light, rendered a little bluish by the
density of the atmospheric envelopes, was not quite
as brilliant as the Moon's. But the Earth's crescent,
compared to the Lunar, was of dimensions much


greater, being fully 4 times larger. You would have
called it a vast, beautiful, "but very thin bow ex-
tending over the sky. A few points, brighter than
the rest, particularly in its concave part, revealed
the presence of lofty mountains, probably the Hima-
layahs. But they disappeared every now and then
under thick vapory spots, which are never seen on
the Lunar disc. They were the thin concentric
cloud rings that surround the terrestrial sphere.
However, the travellers' eyes were soon able to
trace the rest of the Earth's surface not only with
facility, but even to follow its outline with absolute
delight. This was in consequence of two different
phenomena, one of which they could easily account
for; but the other they could not explain without
Barbican's assistance. No wonder. Never before
had mortal eye beheld such a sight. Let us take
each in its turn.
We all know that the ashy light by means of which
we perceive what is called the Old Moon in the
Young -Ifoon's arms is due to the Earth-shine, or
the reflection of the solar rays from the Earth to the
Moon. By a phenomenon exactly identical, the
travellers could now see that portion of the. Earth's
surface which was unillumined by the Sun; only, as,
in consequence of the different areas of the respec-
tive surfaces, the Earthlight is thirteen times more
intense than the Afoonlight, the dark portion of the
Earth's disc appeared considerably more adumbrated
than the Old Moon.
But the other phenomenon had burst on them so


suddenly that they uttered a cry loud enough to
wake up Barbican from his problem. They had dis-
covered a true starry ring Around the Earth's
outline, a ring, of internally well defined thickness,
but somewhat hazy on the outside, could easily be
traced by its surpassing brilliancy. Neither the
Pleiades, the Northern Crown, the Mfagellanic
Clouds nor the great nebulas of Orion, or of 'Argo,
no sparkling cluster, no corona, no group of glitter-
ing star-dust that the travellers had ever gazed at,
presented such attractions as the diamond ring they
now saw encompassing the Earth, just as the brass
meridian encompasses a terrestrial globe. The re-
splendency of its light enchanted them, its pure
softness delighted them, its perfect regularity aston-
ished them. What was it? they asked Barbican.
In a few words he explained it. The beautiful
luminous ring was simply an. optical illusion, pro-
duced by the refraction of the terrestrial atmosphere.
All the stars in the neighborhood of the Earth, and
many actually behind it, had their rays refracted,
diffused, radiated, and finally converged to a focus
by the atmosphere, as if by a double convex lens of
gigantic power.
Whilst the travellers were profoundly absorbed in
the contemplation of this'wondrous sight, a spark-
ling shower of shooting stars suddenly flashed over
.the Earth's dark surface, making it for a moment as
bright as the external ring. Hundreds of bolides,
catching fire from contact with the atmosphere,
streaked the darkness with their luminous trails,


overspreading it occasionally with sheets of electric
flanie. The Earth was just then in her perihelion,
and we all know that the months of November and
December are so highly favorable to the appearance
of these meteoric showers that at the famous display
of November, 1866, astronomers counted as many as
8,000 between midnight and four o'clock.
Barbican explained the whole matter in a few
words. The Earth, when nearest to the sun, occa-
sionally plunges into a group of countless meteors
travelling like comets, in eccentric orbits around
the grand centre of our solar system. The atmos-
phere strikes the rapidly moving bodies with such
violence as to set them on fire and render them visi-
ble to us in beautiful star showers. But to this simple
explanation of the famous November meteors Ardan
would not listen. He preferred believing that
Mother Earth, feeling that her three daring chil-
dren were still looking at her, though five thousand
miles away, shot off her best rocket-signals to show
that she still' thought of them and would never let
them out of her watchful eye.
For hours they continued to gaze with indescrib-
able interest on the faintly luminous mass so easily
distinguishable among the other heavenly bodies.
Jupiter blazed on their right, Mars flashed his ruddy
light on their left, Saturn with his rings looked like
a round white spot on a black wall; even Venus
they could see almost directly under them, easily
recognizing her by her soft, sweetly scintillant light.
But no planet or constellation possessed any attrac-


tion for the travellers, as long as their eyes could
trace that shadowy, crescent-edged, diamond-girdled,
meteor-furrowed spheroid, the theatre of their exis-
tence, the home of so many undying desires, the
mysterious cradle of their race !
Meantime the Projectile cleaved its way upwards,
rapidly, unswervingly, though with a gradually re-
tarding velocity. As the Earth sensibly grew darker,
and the travellers' eyes grew dimmer, an irresistible
somnolency slowly stole over their weary frames.
The extraordinary excitement they had gone through
during the last four or five hours, was naturally fol-
lowed by a profound reaction.
Captain, you're nodding," said Ardan at last,
after*a longer silence than usual; the fact is, Bar-
bican is the only wake man of the party, because he
is puzzling over his problem. DTum vivimus viva-
mus / As we are asleep let us be asleep "
So saying he threw himself on the mattress, and
his companions immediately followed the example.
They had been lying hardly a quarter of an hour,
when Barbican started up with a cry so loud and
sudden as instantly to awaken his companions.
The bright moonlight showed them the President
sitting up in his b:d, his eye blazing, his arms wav-
ing, as he shouted in a tone reminding them of the
day they had found him in St. Helena wood.
"Eureka! I've got it I know it "
"What have you got? cried Ardan, bouncing
up and seizing him by the right hand.


"What do you know ?" cried the Captain, stretch-
ing over and seizing him by the left.
The reason why we did not hear the report! "
"Well, why did not we hear it 1 asked both
rapidly in the same breath.
"Because we were shot up 30 times faster than
sound can travel I"



'Biis curious explanation given, and its soundness
immediately recognized, the three friends were soon
fast wrapped in the arms of Morpheus. Where in
fact could they have found a spot more favorable for
undisturbed repose? On land, where the dwellings,
whether in populous city or lonely country, contin-
ually experience every shock that thrills the Earth's
crust ? At sea, where between waves or winds or
paddles or screws or machinery, everything is tremor,
quiver or jar? In the air, where the balloon is in-
cessantly twirling, oscillating, on account of the
ever varying strata of different densities, and even
occasionally threatening to spill you out ? The Pro-
jectile alone, floating grandly through the absolute
void, in the midst of the profoundest silence, could
offer to its inmates the possibility of enjoying slum-
ber the most complete, repose the most profound.
There is no telling how long our three daring
travellers would have continued to enjoy their sleep,
if it had not been suddenly terminated by an unex-
pected noise about seven o'clock in the morning of
December 2nd, eight hours after their departure.
This noise was most decidedly of barking.


"The dogs It's the dogs!" cried Ardan,
springing up at a bound.
"They must be hungry observed the Captain.
"We have forgotten the poor creatures! cried
"Where can they have gone to?" asked Ardan,
looking for them in all directions.
At last they found one of them hiding under the
sofa. Thunderstruck and perfectly bewildered by
the terrible shock, the poor animal had kept close in
its hiding place, never daring to utter a sound, until
at last the pangs of hunger had proved too strong
even for its fright.
They readily recognized the amiable Diana, but
they could not allure the shivering, whining animal
from her retreat without a good deal of coaxing.
Ardan talked to her in his most honeyed and seduc-
tive accents, while trying to pull her out by the
Come out to your friends, charming Diana," he
went on, come out, my beauty, destined for a lofty
niche in the temple of canine glory! Come out,
worthy scion of a race deemed worthy by the Egypt-
ians to be a companion of the great god, Anubis,
by the Christians, to be a friend of the good Saift
Roch I Come out and partake of a glory before
which the stars of Montargis and of St. Bernard shall
henceforward pale their ineffectual fire! Come out,
my lady, and let me think o'er the countless multi-
plication of thy species, so that, while sailing through
the interplanetary spaces, we may indulge in endless



flights of fancy on the number and variety of thy
descendants who will ere long render the Selenitic
atmosphere vocal with canine ululation "
Diana, whether flattered or not, allowed herself to
be dragged out, still uttering short, plaintive whines.
A hasty examination satisfying her friends that she
was more frightened than hurt and more hungry
than either, they continued their search for her
Satellite Satellite Step this way, sir I cried
Ardan. But no Satellite appeared and, what was
worse, not the slighest sound indicated his presence.
At last he was discovered on a ledge in the upper
portion of the Projectile, whither he had been shot
by the terrible concussion. Less fortunate than his
female companion, the poor fellow had received a
frightful shock and his life was evidently in gieat
The acclimatization project looks shaky cried
Ardan, handing the animal very carefully and ten-
derly to the.others. Poor Satellite's head had been
crushed against the roof, but, though recovery seemed
hopeless, they laid the body on a soft cushion, and
soon had the satisfaction of hearing it give vent to a
slight sigh.
Good said Ardan, "while there's life there's
hope. You must not die yet, old boy. We shall
nurse you. We know our duty and shall not shirk
the responsibility. I should rather lose the right arm
off my body than be the cause of your death, poor
Satellite I Try a little water?"


The suffering creature swallowed the cool draught
with evident avidity, then sunk into a deep slumber.
The friends, sitting around and having nothing
more to do, looked out of the window and began
once more to watch the Earth and the Moon with
great attention. The glittering crescent of the Earth
was evidently narrower than it had been the prece-
ding evening, but its volume was still enormous when
compared to the Lunar crescent, .which was now
rapidly assuming -the proportions of a perfect circle.
"By- Jove," suddenly exclaimed 'Ardan, "why
didn't we start at the moment of Full Earth ?-
that is when our globe and the Sun were in opposi-
tion ? "
"Why should we growled M'Nicholl.
Because in that case we should be now looking
at the great continents and the great seas in a new
lUght-the former glittering under the solar rays, the
latter darker and somewhat shaded, as we see them
on certain maps. How I should like to get a glimpse
at those poles of the Earth, on which the eye of
man has never yet lighted "
* "True," replied Barbican, "but if the Earth had
been Full, the Moon would have been New, that is
to say, invisible to us on account of solar irradiation.
Of the two it is much preferable to be able to keep
the point of arrival in view rather than the point of
"You're right, Barbican," observed the Captain;
"besides, once we're in the Moon, the long Lunar
night will give us plenty of time to gaze our full


at yonder great celestial body, our former home,
and still swarming with- our fellow beings."
Our fellow beings no longer, dear boy cried
Ardan. We inhabit a new world peopled by our-
selves alone, the Projectile! Ardan is Barbican's
fellow being, and Barbican M'Nicholl's. Beyond
us, outside us, humanity ends, and we are now the
only inhabitants of this microcosm, and so we shall
continue till the moment when we become Selenites
pure and simple."
"Which shall be in about eighty-eight hours from
now," replied the Captain.
Which is as much as to say-? asked Ardan.
"That it is half past eight," replied M'Nicholl.
"My regular hour for breakfast," exclaimed Ardan,
"and I don't see the shadow of a reason for chang-
ing it now."
The proposition was most acceptable, especially to
the Captain, who frequently boasted that, whether
on land or water, on mountain summits or in the
depths of mines, he had never missed a meal in all
his life. In escaping from the Earth, our travellers
felt that they had by no means escaped from the
laws of humanity, and their stomachs now called on
them lustily to fill the aching void. Ardan, as a
Frenchman, claimed the post of chief cook, an im-
portant office, but his companions yielded it with
alacrity. The gas furnished the requisite heat, and
the provision chest supplied the materials for their
first repast. They commenced with three plates of
excellent soup, extracted from Licdzg's precious


,tablets, prepared from the best beef that ever roamed
over the. Pampas.
To this succeeded several tenderloin beefsteaks,
which, though reduced to a;small bulk by the hy-
draulic engines of the .1merican .Desiccating Com-
pany, were pronounced to be fully, as tender, juicy
and savory as if they had just left the. gridiron of a
London Club House. Ardan even swore that they
were ".bleeding," and the others were :too busy to
contradict him.
, Preserved vegetables of various kinds, fresher
than nature," according to Ardan, gave an agreeable
variety to:the entertainment, and these were followed
by several cups of magnificent tea, unanimously al-
lowed to-be the best they had ever tasted. It. was
an odoriferous young, hyson.gathered that very year,
and presented to the Emperor of Russia by the famous
rebel chief Yakub Kushbegi, and of which Alexander
had expressed himself as very happy in being :able
to send a few boxes to his friend, the distinguished
President of the Baltimore Gun Club. To crown.
the meal,; Ardan unearthed an exquisite bottle, of
Chambertin, and, in glasses sparkling with the richest
juice of the Cote d'or, the travellers drank to the
speedy union of the Earth and her satellite. :
* And, as if his work among the generous vineyards
of Burgundy had not been enough to show his interest
in thematter, even the Sun wished to join the party.
Precisely at this moment, the Projectile beginning to
leave the conical shadow cast by the Earth, the rays
of.the glorious King of Day struck its lower surface,

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not obliquely, but perpendicularly, on account of the
slight obliquity of the Moon's orbit with that of the
"The Sun," cried Ardan.
Of course," said Barbican, looking at his watch,
"he's exactly qp to time."
How is it that we see him only through the bot-
tom light of our Projectile? asked Ardan.
"A moment's reflection must tell you," replied
Barbican, that when we started last night, the Sun
was almost directly below us; therefore, as we con-
tinue to move in a straight line, he must still be in
our rear."
"That's clear enough," said the Captain, "but
another consideration, I'm free to say, rather per-
plexes me. Since our Earth lies between us and the
Sun, why don't we see the sunlight forming a great
ring around the globe, in other words, instead of the
full Sun that we plainly see there below, why do we
not witness an annular eclipse ? "
Your cool, clear head has not yet quite recovered
from the shock, my dear Captain; replied Barbi-
can, with a smile. For two reasons we can't see
the ring eclipse: on account of the angle the Moon's
orbit makes with the Earth, the three bodies are not
at present in a direct line; we, therefore, see the Sun
a little to the west of the earth ; secondly, even if
they were exactly in a straight line, we-should still
.be far from the point whence an annular eclipse
would be visible."
"That's true," said Ardan ; "'the cone of the


Earth's shadow must extend far beyond the
Nearly four times as far," said Barbican ; "still,
as the Moon's orbit and the Earth's do not lie in
exactly the same plane, a Lunar eclipse can occur
only when the nodes coincide with the period of the
Full Moon, which is generally twice, never more
than three times in a year. If we had started about
four days before the occurrence of a Lunar eclipse,
we shotild travel all the time in the dark. This
would have been obnoxious for many reasons."
"One, for instance? "
"An evident one is that, though at the present
moment we are moving through a vacuum, our Pro-
jectile, steeped in the solar rays, revels in their light
and heat. Hence great saving in gas, an important
point in our household economy."
In effect, the solar rays, tempered by no genial
medium like our atmosphere, soon began to glare
and glow with such intensity, that the Projectile
under their influence, felt like suddenly passing from
winter to summer. Between the Moon overhead
and the Sun beneath it was actually inundated with
fiery rays.
One feels good here," cried the Captain, rub-
bing his hands.
"A little too good," cried Ardan. "It's already
like a hot-house. With a little garden clay, I could
raise you a splendid crop of peas in twenty-four
hours. I hope in heaven the walls of our Projectile
won't melt like wax 1 "


"Don't be alarmed, dear friend," observed Bar-
bican, quietly. The Projectile has seen the worst
as far as heat is concerned; when tearing through
the atmosphere, she endured a temperature with
which what she is liable to at present stands no
comparison. In fact, I should not be astonished if,
in the eyes of our friends at Stony Hill, it had re-
sembled for a moment or two a red-hot meteor."
"Poor Marston must have looked on us as roasted
alive observed Ardan.
What could have saved us I'm sure I can't tell,"
replied Barbican. "I must acknowledge that against
such a danger,'" had made no provision whatever."
"I knew all about it," said the Captain, and on
the strength of it, I had laid my fifth wager."
"Probably," laughed Ardan, there was not time
enough to get grilled in : I have heard of men who
dipped their fingers into molten iron with impunity."
Whilst Ardan and the Captain were arguing the
point. Barbican began busying himself in making
everything as comfortable as if, instead of a four days'
journey, one of four years was contemplated. The
reader, no doubt, remembers that the floor of the
Projectile contained about 50 square feet; that the
chamber was nine feet high ; that space was econo-
mized as much as possible, nothing but the most ab-
solute necessities being admitted, of which each was
kept strictly in its own place ; therefore, the travel-
lers had room enough to move around in with a cer-
tain liberty. The thick glass window in the floor
was quite as solid as any other part of it; but the


Sun, streaming in from below, lit up the Projectile
strangely, producing some very singular and startling
effects of light appearing to come in by the wrong
The first thing now to be done was to see after
the water cask and the provision chest. They were
not injured in the slighest respect, thanks to the
means taken to counteract the shock. The provis-
ions were in good condition, and abundant enough
to supply the travellers for a whole year-Barbican
having taken care to be on the safe side, in case the
Projectile might land in a deserted region of the
Moon. As for the water and the other liquors, the
travellers had enough only for two months. Relying
on the latest observations of astronomers, they had
convinced themselves that the Moon's atmosphere,
being heavy, dense and thick in the deep valleys,
springs and streams of water could hardly fail to show
themselves there. During the journey, therefore, and
for the first year of their installation on the Lunar
continent, the daring travellers would be pretty safe
from all danger of hunger or thirst.
The aiF supply proved also to be quite satisfactory.
The Reiset and Regnault apparatus for producing
oxygen contained a supply of chlorate of potash suf-
ficient for two months. As the productive material
had to be maintained at a temperature of between 7
and 8 hundred -degrees Fahr., a steady consumption
of gas was required ; but here too the supply far ex-
ceeded the demand. The whole arrangement worked
charmingly, requiring only an odd glance now and


then. The high temperature changing the chlorate
into a chloride, the oxygen was disengaged gradually
but abundantly, every eighteen pounds of chlorate of
potash, furnishing the seven pounds of oxygen neces-
sary for the daily consumption of the inmates of the
Still-as the reader need hardly be reminded-
it was not sufficient to renew the exhausted oxygen ;
the complete purification of the air required the ab-
sorption of the carbonic acid, exhaled from the
lungs. For nearly 12 hours the atmosphere had
been gradually becoming more and more charged
with this deleterious gas, produced from the com-
bustion of the blood by the inspired oxygen. The
Captain soon saw this, by noticing with what diffi-
culty Diana was panting. She even appeared to be
smothering, for the carbonic acid-as in the famous
Grotlo del Cane on the banks of Lake Agnano, near
Naples-was collecting like water on the floor of the
Projectile, on account of its great specific gravity.
It already threatened the poor dog's life, though not
yet endangering that of her masters. The Captain,
seeing this state of things, hastily laid on the floor
one or two cups containing caustic potash and water,
and stirred the mixture gently : this substance, hav-
ing a powerful .affinity for carbonic acid, greedily
absorbed it, and after a few moments the air was
completely purified.
The others had begun by this time to check off
the state of the instruments. The thermometer and
the barometer were all right, except one self-recor-


der of which the glass had got broken. An excel-
lent aneroid barometer, taken safe.and sound out of
its wadded box, was carefully hung on a hook in the
wall. It marked not only the pressure of the air in
the Projectile, but also the quantity of the watery
vapor that it contained. The needle, oscillating
a little beyond thirty, pointed pretty steadily at
The mariner's compasses were also found to be
quite free from injury. It is, of course, hardly nec-
essary to say that the needles pointed in no particu-
lar direction, the magnetic pole of the Earth being
unable at such a distance to exercise any appreciable
influence on them. But when brought to the Moon,
it was expected that these compasses, once more
subjected to the influence of the current, would attest
certain phenomena. In any case, it would be inter-
csting to verify if the Earth and her satellite were
similarly affected by the magnetic forces.
A hypsometer, or instrument for ascertaining the
heights of the Lunar mountains by the barometric
pressure under which water boils, a sextant to
measure the altitude of the Sun, a theodolite for
taking horizontal or vertical angles,- telescopes, of
indispensable necessity when the travellers should ap-
proach the Moon,-all these instruments, carefully.
examined, were found to be still in perfect working
order, notwithstanding the violence of the terrible
shock at the start.
As to the picks, spades, and other tools that had
been carefully selected by the Captain ; also the bags

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of various kinds of grain and the bundles of various
kinds ot shrubs, which Ardan expected to transplant
to the Lunar plains-they were all still safe in their
places around the upper corners of the Projectile.
Some other articles were also up there which evi-
dently possessed great, interest for the Frenchman.
What they were nobody else seemed to know, and he
seemed to be in no hurry to tell. Every now and
then, he would climb up, by means of iron pins
fixed in the wall, to inspect his treasures; whatever
they were, he arranged them and rearranged them
with evident pleasure, and as he rapidly passed a
careful hand through certain mysterious boxes, he
joyfully sang in the falsest possible of false voices
the lively piece from Nicoo :

Le tempr est beau, la route est belle,
La promenade est un plaisir.
J The day is bright, our hearts are light.
How sweet to rove through wood and doll. 3

or the well known air in MAignon :

Legares hiron./elles,
Oiseaux bdnis de Dieu,
Ouvrez-ouvrez vos ailes,
Erivoez--vus adieu!
Farewell, happy Swallows, farewell I
With sumtner for ev-r to dwell
Ye leave our northern strand
For the genial southern land
Balmy with breezes bland.
Return ? Ah, who can tell ?
Farewell, happy Swallows, farewell I


Barbican was much gratified to find that his rockets
and other fireworks had not received the least injury.
He relied upon them for the performance of a very
important service as soon as the Projectile, having
passed the point of neutral attraction between the
Earth and the Moon, would begin to fall with ac-
celerated velocity towards the Lunar surface. This
descent, though-th'anks to the respective volumes of
theattracting bodies-six times less rapid than it would
have been on the surface of the Earth, would still be
violent enough to dash the Projectile into a thousand
pieces. But B.irbican confidently expected by means
of his powerful rockets to offer very considerable ob-
struction to the violence of this fall, if not to coun-
teract its terrible effects altogether.
The inspection having thus given general satisfac-
tion, the travellers once more set themselves to watch-
ing external space through the lights in the sides and
the floor of the Projectile.
Everything still appeared to be in the same state
as before. Nothing was changed. The vast arch of
the celestial dome glittered with stars, and constella-
tions blazed with a light clear and pure enough to
throw an astronomer into an ecstasy of admiration.
Below them shone the Sun, like the mouth of a white-
hot furnace, his dazzling disc defined sharply on the
pitch-black back-ground of the sky. Above them
the Moon, reflecting back his rays from her glowing
surface, appeared to stand motionless in the midst of
the starry host.
A little to the east of the Sun, they could see a


pretty large dark spot, like a hole in the sky, the
broad silver fringe on one edge fading off into a
faint glimmering mist on the other-it was the Earth.
Here and there in all directions, nebulous masses
gleamed like large flakes of star dust, in which, from
nadir to zenith, the eye could trace without a break
that vast ring of impalpable star powder, the famous
Afilky Way, through the midst of which the beams
of our glorious Sun struggle with the dusky pallor of
a star of only the fourth magnitude.
Our observers were never weary of gazing on this
magnificent and novel spectacle, of the grandeur of
which, it is hardly necessary to say, no description
can give an adequate idea. What profound reflec-
tions it suggested to their understandings! What
vivid emotions it enkindled in their imaginations !
Barbican, desirous of commencing the story of the
journey while still influenced by these inspiring im-
pressions, noted carefully hour by hour every fact
that signalized the beginning of his enterprise. He
wrote out his notes very carefully and systematically,
his round full hand, as business-like as ever, never
betraying the slighest emotion.
The Captain was quite as busy, but in a different
way. Pulling out his tablets, he reviewed his calcu-
lations regarding the motion of projectiles, their
velocities, ranges and paths, their retardations and
their accelerations, jotting down the figures with a
rapidity wonderful to behold. Ardan neither wrote
nor calculated, but kept up an incessant fire of small
talk, now with luTrbican, who hardly ever answered


him, now with M'Nicholl, who never heard him, oc-
casionally with Diana, who never understood him,
but oftenest with himself, because, as he said, he liked
not only to talk to a sensible man but also to hear
what a sensible man had to say. He never stood
still for a moment, but' kept "bobbing around"
with the effervescent briskness of a bee, at one time
roosting at the top of the ladder, at another peering
through the floor light, now to the right, then to the
left, always humming scraps from the Ofera Bouffe,
but never changing the air. In the small space
which was then a whole world to the travellers, he
represented to the life the animation and loquacity
of the French, and I need hardly say he played his
part to perfection.
The eventful day, or, to speak more correctly, the
space of twelve hours which with us forms a day,
ended for our travellers with an abundant supper,
exquisitely cooked. It was highly enjoyed.
No incident had yet occurred of a nature calcu-
lated to shake their confidence. Apprehending none
therefore, full of hope rather an'd already certain of
success, they were soon lost in a peaceful slumber,
whilst the Projectile, moving rapidly, though with a
velocity uniformly retarding, still cleaved its way
through the pathless regions of the empyrean.



No incident worth recording occurred during the
night, if night indeed it could be called. In reality
there was now no night or even day in the Projectile,
or rather, strictly speaking, it was always night on
the upper end of the bullet, and always day on the
lower. Whenever, therefore, the words night and
day occur in our story, the reader will readily
understand them as referring to those spaces of time
that are so called in our Earthly almanacs, and were
so measured by the travellers' chronometers.
The repose of our friends must indeed have been
undisturbed, if absolute freedom from sound or jar
of any kind could secure tranquillity. In spite of
its immense velocity, the Projectile still seemed to
be perfectly motionless. Not the slightest sign of
movement could be detected. Change of locality,
though ever so rapid, can never reveal itself to our
senses when it takes place. in a vacuum, or when the
enveloping atmosphere travels at the same rate as the
moving body. Though we are incessantly whirled
around the Sun at the rate of about seventy thousand
miles an hour, which of us is conscious of the slight-
est motion ? In such a case, as far as sensation is
concerned, motion and repose are absolutely iden-
tical. Neither has any effect one way or another on


a material body.. Is such a body in motion ? It re-
mains in motion until some obstacle stops it. Is it at
rest ? It remains at rest until some superior force
compels it to change its position. This indifference of
bodies to motion or rest is what physicists call inertia.
Barbican- and his companions, therefore, shut up
in the Projectile, could readily imagine themselves to
be completely motionless. Had they been outside,
the effect would have been precisely the same. No
rush of air, no jarring sensation would betray the
slightest movement. But for the sight of the Moon
gradually growing larger above them, and of the
Earth gradually growing smaller beneath them, they
could safely swear that they were fast anchored in an
ocean of deathlike immobility.
Towards the morning of next day (December 3),
they were awakened by a joyful, but quite unexpected
"Cock-a-doodle! doo accompanied by a de-
cided flapping of wings.
The Frenchman, on his feet in one instant and
on the top of the ladder in another, attempted to
shut the lid of a half open box, speaking in an angry
but suppressed voice:
"Stop this hullabaloo, won't you? Do you want
me to fail in my great combination "
Hello ? cried Barbican and M'Nicholl, start-
ing up and rubbing their eyes.
"What noise was that ?" -asked Barbican.
"Seems to me I heard the crowing of a cock," ob-
served the Captain.


1" I never thought your ears could be so easily de-
ceived, Captain," cried Ardan, quickly. "Let us
try it again," and, flapping his ribs with his arms,
he gave vent to a crow so loud and natural that the
lustiest chanticleer that ever saluted the orb of day
might-be proud of it.
The Captain roared right out, and even Barbican
snickered, but as they saw that their companion evi-
dently wanted to conceal something, they immedi-
ately assumed straight faces and pretended to think
no more about the matter.
"Barbican," said Ardan, coming down the lad-
der and evidently anxious to change the conversa-
tion, have you any idea of what I was thinking
about all night? "
"Not the slightest."
"I was thinking of the promptness of the reply
you received last year from the authorities of Cam-
bridge University, when you asked them about the
feasibility of sending a bullet to the Moon. You
know very well by this time what a perfect ignoramus
I am in Mathematics. I own I have been often
puzzled when thinking on what grounds they could
form such a positive opinion, in a case where I am
certain that the calculation must be an exceedingly
delicate matter."
The feasibility, you mean to say," replied Bar-
bican, not exactly of sending a bullet to the Moon,
hut of sending it to the neutral point between the
Earth and the Moon, which lies at about nine-tenths
of the journey, where the two attractions counteract


each other. Because that point once passed, the
Projectile would reach the Moon's surface by virtue
of its own weight."
"Well, reaching that neutral point be it;" re-
plied Ardan, "but, once more, I should like to
know how they have been able to come at the nec-
essary initial velocity of 12,000 yards a second? "
"Nothing simpler." answered Barbican.
"Could you have done it yourself?" asked the
"Without the slightest difficulty. The Captain
and myself could have readily solved the problem,
only the reply from the University saved us the
"Well, Barbican, dear boy," observed Ardan,
"all I've got to say is, you might chop the head off
my body, beginning with my feet, before you could
make me go through such a calculation."
Simply because you don't understand Algebra,"
replied Barbican, quietly.
"Oh that's all very well! cried Ardan, with
an ironical smile. You great x +y men think
you settle everything by uttering the word Algebra i"
"Ardan," asked Barbican, "do you think people
could beat iron without a hammer, or turn up furrows
without a plough ?"
Well, Algebra is an instrument or utensil just as
much as a hammer or a plough, and a very good in-
strumelnt too if you know how to make use of it."
You're in earnest? "


"Quite so."
"And you can handle the instrument right before
my eyes ? "
Certainly, if it interests you so much."
You can show me how they got at the initial
velocity of our Projectile? "
With the greatest pleasure. By taking into
proper consideration all the elements of the problem,
viz.: (i) the distance between the centres of the
Earth and the Moon, (2) the Earth's radius, (3) its
volume, and (4) the Moon's volume, I can easily
calculate what must be the initial velocity, and that
too by a very simple formula."
Let us have the formula."
C In one moment; only I can't give you the
curve really described by the Projectile as it moves
between the Earth and the Moon; this .is to be ob-
tained by allowing for their combined movement
around the Sun. I will consider the Earth and the
Sun to be motionless, that being sufficient. for our
present purpose."
"Why so? "
"Because to give you that exact curve would-be to
solve a point in the Problem of the Three Bodies,'
which Integral Calculus has not yet reached."
"What I cried Ardan, in a mocking tone, 'I is
there really anything that Mathematics can't do ?"
Yes," said Barbican, there is still a great deal
that Mathematics can't even attempt."
S"So far, so good; resumed Ardan. "Now then
what .is this Integral Calculus of yours ? "


"It is a branch of Mathematics that has for its
object the summation of a certain infinite series of
indefinitely small terms: but for the solution of
which, we must generally know the function of which
a given function is the differential coefficient. In
other words," continued Barbican, "in it we return
from the differential coefficient, to the function from
which it was deduced."
Clear as mud !" cried Ardan, with a hearty laugh.
Now then, let me have a bit of paper and a
pencil." added Barbican, and in half an hour you
.,hall have your formula; meantime you can easily
find something interesting to do."
In a few seconds Barbican was profoundly ab-
sorbed in his problem, while M'Nicholl was watch-
ing out of the window, and Ardan was busily em-
ployed in preparing breakfast.
The morning meal was not quite ready, when
Barbican, raising his head, showed. Ardan a page
covered with algebraic signs at the end of which
stood the following formula:-

) i x m d-, a-r

Which means? asked Ardan.
"It means," said the Captain, now taking part in
the discussion, "that the half of v prime squared
minus v squared equals gr multiplied by r over x
minus one plus m prime over i multiplied by r over
d minus x minus r over d minus r......... that is- "


"That is," interrupted Ardan, in a roar of laugh-
ter, "x stradlegs on y, making for z and jumping
over p Do you mean to say you understand the
terrible jargon, Captain ? "
Nothing is clearer, Ardan."
You too, Captain Then of course I must give
in gracefully, and declare that the sup at noon-day
is not more palpably evident than the sense of Bar-
bican's formula."
"You asked for Algebra; you know," observed
Rock crystal is nothing to it! "
"The fact is, Barbican," said the Captain, who
had been looking over the paper, you have worked
the thing out very well. You have the integral
equation of the living forces, and I have no doubt it
will give us the result sought for."
"Yes, but I should like to understand it, you
know," cried Ardan: "I would give ten years of
the Captain's life to understand it "
"Listen then," said Barbican. "Half of v prime
squared less v squared, is the formula giving us the
half variation of the living force."
Mac pretends he understands all that "
You need not be a Solomon to do it," said the
Captain. All these signs that you appear to con-
sider so cabalistic form a language the clearest, the
shortest, and the most logical, for all those who can
read it."
"You pretend, Captain, that, by means of these
hieroglyphics, far more incomprehensible than the


sacred Ibis of the Egyptians, you can discover 'the
velocity at which the Projectile should start ? "
Most undoubtedly,"' replied the Captain, "and,
by the same formula I can even tell you the rate of
our velocity at any particular point of our journey."
"You can ? "
"I can."
"Then you're just as deep a one as our Presi-
"No, Ardan not 'at all. The really difficult
part of the question B.rbican has done. That is, to
make out such an' equation as takes into account all
the conditions of the problem. After that, it's a
simple affair of Arithmetic, requiring only a knowl-
edge of the four rules to work it out."
Very simple," observed Ardan, who always got
muddled at any kind of a difficult sum in addition.
"Captain," said Barbican, "you could have
found the formulas too, if you tried."
I don't know about that," was the Captain's
reply, "but I do know that this formula is won-
derfully come at."
Now, Ardan, listen a moment," said Barbican,
" and you will see what sense there is in all these
"I listen," sighed Ardan with the resignation of a
d is the distance from the centre of the Earth to
the centre of the Moon, for it is from the centres that
we must calculate the attractions."
"That I comprehend."


"r is the radius of the Earth."
'" That I comprehend."
m is the mass or volume of the Earth; m prime
that of the Moon. We must take the mass of the two
attracting bodies into consideration, since attraction
is in direct proportion to their masses."
"That I comprehend."
"' g is the gravity or the velocity acquired at the
end of a second by a body falling towards the cen-
tre of the Earth. Clear?"
"That I comprehend."
"Now I represent by x the varying distance that
separates the Projectile from the centre of the Earth,
and by v prime its velocity at that distance."
"That I comprehend."
"Finally, v is its velocity when quitting our at-
"Yes," chimed in the Captain, it is for this
point, you see, that the velocity had to be calculated,
because'we know already that the initial velocity is
exactly the three halves of the velocity when the Pro-
jectile quits the atmosphere."
"That I don't comprehend," cried the French-
man, energetically.
"It's simple enough, however," said Barbican.
"Not so simple as a simpleton." replied the
"The Captain merely means," said Barbican,
"that at the instant the Projectile quitted the terres-
trial atmosphere it had already lost a third of its
initial velocity."


"So much as a third ? "
"Yes, by friction against the atmospheric layers :
the quicker its motion, the greater resistance it en-
"That of course I admit, but your v squared and
your v prime squared rattle in my head like nails in a
box "
"The usual effect of Algebra on one who is a
stranger to it ; to finish you, our next step is to ex-
press numerically the value of these several symbols.
Now some of them are already known, and some are
to be calculated."
Hand the latter over to me." said the Captain.
"First," continued Barbican: r, the Earth's
radius is, in the latitude of Florida, about 3.921
miles. d, the distance from the centre of the Earth
to the centre of the Moon is 56 terrestrial radii,
which the Captain calculates to be.........? "
"To be," cried M'Nicholl working rapidly with
his pencil, 219,572 miles, the moment the Moon
is in her perigee, or nearest point to the Earth."
"Very well," continued Barbican. "Now m
prime over m, that is the ratio of the Moon's mass
to that of the Earth is about the -8. g gravity being
at Florida about 32Y feet, of course gX r must be
-how much, Captain ? "
"38,465 miles," replied M'Nicholl.
"NoW then ? asked Ardan.
"Now then," replied Barbican, the expression
having numerical values, I am trying to find v,
that is to say, the initial velocity which the Projec-



tile must possess in order to reach the point where
the two attractions neutralize each other. 'Here the
velocity being null, v prime becomes zero, and
x the required distance of this neutral point must
be represented by the nine-tenths of d, the distance
between the two centres."
I have a vague kind of idea that it must be so,"
said Ardan.
"I shall, therefore, have the following result; "
continued Barbican, figuring up; "x. being nine-
tenths of d, and v prime being zero, my formula

dor I ior r
I d Si d d-r

The Captain read it off rapidly.
"Right that's correct I he cried.
S"You think so ? asked Barbican.
"As true as Euclid !" exclaimed M'Nicholl.
"Wonderful fellows," murmured the Frenchman,
smiling with admiration.
"You understand now, Ardan, don't you?" asked
Don't I though ? exclaimed Ardan, "why my
head is splitting with'it! "
"'Therefore," continued Barbican,

a zogrr x ior r
S r -- -


"And now," exclaimed M'Nicholl, sharpening
his pencil ; in order to obtain the velocity of the
Projectile when leaving the atmosphere, we have
only to make a slight calculation."
The Captain, who before clerking on a Mississippi
steamboat had been professor of Mathematics in an
Indiana university, felt quite at home at the work.
He rained figures from his pencil with a velocity
that would have made Marston stare. Page after
page was filled with his multiplications and divisions,
while Barbican looked quietly on, and Ardan impa-
tiently stroked his head and ears to keep down a
rising head-ache.
Well? at last asked Barbican, seeing the Cap-
tain stop and throw a somewhat hasty glance over his
Well," answered M'Nicholl slowly but confi-
dently, the calculation is made, I think correctly;
and v, that is, the velocity of the Projectile when
quitting the atmosphere, sufficient to carry it to the
neutral point, should be at least......"
"How much?" asked Barbican, eagerly.
"Should be at least 11,972 yards the first second."
"What! cried Barbican, jumping off his seat.
"How much did you say? "
11,972 yards the first second it quits the atmos-
Oh, malediction I cried Barbican, with a ges-
ture of terrible despair.
"What's the matter?" asked Ardan, very much


"Enough is the matter! answered Barbican ex-
citedly. "This velocity having been diminished by
a third, our initial velocity should have been at least

17,958 yards the first second! cried M'Nicholl,
rapidly flourishing his pencil.
But the Cambridge Observatory having declared
that 12,000 yards the first second were sufficient, our
Projectile started with no greater velocity! "
"Well ?" asked M'Nicholl.
Well, such a velocity will never do "
"How ? ? cried the Captain and Ardan in one
How !" voice.
"We can never reach the neutral point! i
Thunder and lightning "
"Fire and Fury "
We can't get even halfway! "
"Heaven and Earth! "
"Mille noms d'un bouled!" cried Ardan, wildly
"And we shall fall back to the Earth "
"Ah !"
"They could say no more. This fearful revelation
took them like a stroke of apoplexy.

NOTE. In the French edition, the algebraical formulas
having been very incorrectly printed, it cost the Translator a
good deal of time and trouble to rectify them. The idea
of explaining in ihe text how they had been arrived at,
though at first seriously entertained, was soon abandoned.
Doing so might perhaps have gratified the curiosity of some


rare scientific student,but it would certainly have exhausted
the patience of the general reader. For the benefit of our
friend the student, however, we here append another of the
means for solving the problem, over which the Cambridge
men had so woefully blundered. It is furnished by one of
our mathematical teachers.
Problem. To find a point between the Earth and the
Moon at 'which the attractions of these bodies would be equal,
and also to find the initial -uelocity necessary to be given to a
projectile at the surface of the Earth to make it reach this
Assume the distance between the Earth's and the
Moon's, centres to be 240000 miles (round numbers). Mass
of Earth = Sr. Mass of Moon = x. Let x= distance
between Earth's centre and the point sought. Since attrac-
tion varies directly as the mass, and inversely as square of
distance, we have:

S : i ::x2 : (240000-x;,
or 9 : I :: x : 240000 -,x
x 216oooo -- 9x
iox = z 600oo00
x = zs6ooo

The neutral point is therefore 216000 miles distant from
the Earth, and 2400ooo miles distant from the Moon.
To find the Earth's effect on the initial 'velocity. Take a
unit of mass weighing, say 32 pounds, at the Earth's sur-
face, and suppose it to move towards the neutral point,
affected by the Earth's attraction alone-or from that point
to the Earth's surface. Let P represent the variable inten-
sity of this force. Let x= distance of the body at the
neutral point from the Earth's centre Let '== the quantity
of work done by Earth's action each moment. .*. =
P integrated with regard to x. Let PI = some known


intensity of gravitation, say 3z lbs. on the surface, and xI
the distance from Earth's centre to tr.e point where Pt is

exerted. Then P : P' :: x 2 : x2 or P ---
3 X (2I,I20.000)2
-= 32 Ibs. being the weight of the
unit mass on the Earth's surface, and 2T,120,000 == Earth's
Radius, or 4000 miles reduced to feet. Therefore P=--
4,273740,800,000 But k being = P integrated

with regard to x, or =-f Pdx, 6 must be -= 4,273,740,-
Soo,000,000 J -. Now integrating between the limits

4000 miles and 216,000 miles, or 2z,20o,ooo feet
and 1x,40,480,coo feet ; = 14,273,740,800,000,000

(,---,--0 -40-- 0,0) or -,= 663,324,444. But
21,120,000 1,140,480,000)

- = --, v being the initial velocity and the mass of the
projectile being unity. Therefore 663,324,444 or,

'V2 = 1,326,648,888, and v = 36423 feet per second.
This is the initial velocity if the action of the Earth alone
is considered. But this need not be quite so great, as the
Moon's attraction helps the Projectile a little even at the
start. Accordingly we have now to find: The Moon's effect
on the initial 'velocity.
The weight of the unit of mass 32 lbs. at the neutral
point from Moon's action alone or Earth's action alone is

-3 Ibs. or -- lbs. determined by the proportion:
2916 729
(zi6ooo)2 : 40002 :: 32 : --


Now to determine the Moon's action on this at the
Earth's surface. The distance from the neutral point to-
the Moon being 24000 miles, and the 'distance from the
Moon to the Earth's surface being 236ooo miles, we have
the following proportion :

(236ooo)2: (24000)2 -- : x. Therefore x==.ooox1134
the effect of Moon's action at Earth's surface.' -- ex-
pressed decimally = .01oo097 lbs. Let 6 = work of
Moon's action ; it can be expressed as before I, =f Pdx,
P representing the variable intensity of this force. Now
letting PF = some known intensity, we have as before
p.: pi 12 : x2 or P p Ixl __ .01097 X (rz6720000)2
x2 x2
as xt is equal to 24ooo miles reduced to feet. Now pro-
ceeding precisely as in the former case, we shall find =
,20oo,ooo (nearly). But Z being already found to be
663,324,444, the difference between both or 663,324,444-
1,20o,ooo must be the real half square of the velocity or
-. Therefore the square root of 1,324,248,888, or 36400

feet (nearly) in a second must be the Projectile's initial
velocity to reach the neutral point, without taking into
account the resistance of the atmosphere. That is about
1200ooo yards per second; but it must be ISooo yards per
second to allow for the loss of J through friction.



How could they imagine that the Observatory men
had committed such a blunder? Barbican would
not believe it possible. He made the Captain go
over his calculation again and again; but no flaw
was to be found in it. He himself carefully exam-
ined it, figure after figure, but he could find nothing
wrong. They both took up the formula and sub-
jected it to the strongest tests; but it was invulner-
able. There was no denying the fact. The Cam-
bridge professors had undoubtedly blundered in say-
ing that an initial velocity of 12,000 yards a second
would be enough to carry them to the neutral point.
A velocity of nearly 18,ooo yards would be the very
lowest required for such a purpose. They had simply
forgotten to allow a third for friction.
The three friends kept profound silence for some
time. Breakfast now was the last thiing thought of.
Barbican, with teeth grating, fingers clutching, and
eye-brows closely contracting, gazed grimly through
the window. The Captain, as a last resource, once
more examined his calculations, earnestly hoping to
find a figure wrong. Ardan could neither sit, stand
nor lie still for a second, though he -tried all three.
His silence, of course, did not last long.


"Ha! ha ha I" he laughed bitterly. "Pre-
cious scientific men! Villainous old hombogues !
The whole set not worth a straw! I hope to gra-
cious, since we must fall, that we shall drop down
plumb on Cambridge Observatory, and not leave a
single one of the miserable old women, called pro-
fessors, alive in the premises "
A certain expression in Ardan's angry exclama-
tion had struck the Captain like a shot, and set his
temples throbbing violently.
fMust fall! he exclaimed, starting up sud-
denly. Let us see about that It is now seven
o'clock in the morning. We must have, therefore,
been at least thirty-two hours on the road, and more
than half of our passage is already made. If we are
going to fall at all, we must be falling now! I'm
certain we're not, but, Barbican, you have to find it
out! "
Barbican caught the idea like lightning, and, seiz-
ing a compass, he began through the floor window
to measure the visual angle of the distant Earth.
The apparent immobility of the Projectile allowed
him to do this with great exactness. Then laying
aside the instrument, and wiping off the thick drops
of sweat that bedewed his forehead, he began jotting
down some figures on a piece of paper. The Captain
looked on with keen interest; he knew very well
that Barbican was calculating their distance from the
Earth by the apparent measure of the terrestrial di-
ameter, and he eyed him" anxiously.
Pretty soon his friends saw a color stealing into


Barbican's pale face, and a triumphant light glitter-
ing in his eye.
"No, my brave boys!" he exclaimed at last
throwing down his pencil, "we're not falling Far
from it, we are at present more than 150 thousand
miles from the Earth "
"Hurrah ) cried M'Nicholl and Ardan, in a
"Bravo! f breath.
"We have passed the point where we should have
stopped if we had had no more initial velocity than
the Cambridge men allowed us! "
"Hurrah! hurrah "
"Bravo, Bravissimo "
"And we're still going up "
"Glory, glory, hallelujah! sang M'Nicholl, in
the highest excitement.
Vive ce cher Barbican !" cried Ardan, bursting
into French as usual whenever his feelings had the
better of him.
"Of course we're marching on !" continued
M'Nicholl, and I know the reason why, too.
Those 400,000 pounds of gun-cotton gave us greater
initial velocity than we had expected "
"You're right, Captain added Barbican; "be-
sides, you must not forget that, by getting rid of the
water, the Projectile was relieved of considerable
weight I "
"Correct again !" cried the Captain. "I had
not thought of that "
"Therefore, my brave boys," continued Barbi-


can, with some excitement;. "away with melancholy]!
We're all right "
"Yes; everything is lovely and the goose hangs
high! cried the Captain, who on grand occasions
was not above a little slang.
"Talking of 'goose reminds me of breakfast,"
cried Ardan ;"" I assure you, my fright has not taken
away my appetite!"
"Yes," continued Barbican. Captain, you're
quite right. Our initial velocity very fortunately
was much greater -than what our Cambridge friends
had calculated for us "
Hang our Cambridge friends and their calcula-
tions !" cried Ardan, with some asperity; "as
usual with your scientific men they've more brass
than brains If we're not now bed-fellows with the
oysters in the Gulf of Mexico, no thanks to our kind
.Cambridge friends. But talking of oysters, let me
remind you again that breakfast is ready."
The meal was a mpst joyous one. They ate much,
they talked more, but they laughed most. The little
incident of Algebra had certainly very much enlivened
the situation.
"Now, my boys," Ardan went on, all things
thus turning. out quite comfortable, I would just ask
you why we should not succeed ? We are fairly
started. No breakers ahead that I can see., No
rock on our road. It is freer than the ships on the
raging ocean, aye, freer than the balloons in:the
blustering air. But the ship arrives at her destina-
tion ; the balloon, borne on the wings of the wind,


rises to as high an altitude as can be endured; why
then should not our Projectile reach the Moon ? "
"It will reach the Moon nodded Barbican.
"We shall reach the Moon or know for what! "
cried M'Nicholl, enthusiastically.
The great American nation must not be-disap-
pointed continued Ardan. "They are the only
people on Earth capable of originating such an en-
terprise They. are the only people capable of pro-
ducing a Barbican "
"Hurrah I cried M'Nicholl.
"That point settled," continued the Frenchman,
" another question comes up to which I have not
yet called your attention. When we get to the
Moon, what shall we do there? How are we going
to amuse ourselves? I'm afraid our life there will be
awfully slow! "
His companions emphatically disclaimed the pos-
sibility of such a thing.
You may deny it, but I know better, and know-
ing better, I have laid in mny stores accordingly.
You have but to choose. I possess a varied assort-
ment. Chess, draughts, cards, dominoes-everything
in fact, but. a billiard table? "
"What !" exclaimed Barbican; cumberedd your-
self with such gimcracks? "
"Such gimcracks are not only good to amuse our-
selves with, but are eminently calculated also to win
us the friendship of the Selenites."
"Friend Michael," said Barbican, if the Moon
is inhabited at all, her inhabitants must have ap-

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