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his face upside down, his eyes also protected by tinted goggles. His breath came irregularly, and his lip was bleeding from a bruise. โ€˜Better?โ€™ he said, wiping the blood with the back of his hand.

Everything seemed swaying for a space, but that was simply my giddiness. I perceived that he had closed some of the shutters in the outer sphere to save me from the direct blaze of the sun. I was aware that everything about us was very brilliant.

โ€˜Lord!โ€™ I gasped. โ€˜But thisโ€”โ€”!โ€™

I craned my neck to see. I perceived there was a blinding glare outside, an utter change from the gloomy darkness of our first impressions. โ€˜Have I been insensible long?โ€™ I asked.

โ€˜I donโ€™t knowโ€Šโ€”โ€Šthe chronometer is broken. Some little time.โ€‰.โ€‰.โ€‰.โ€‰My dear chap! I have been afraid.โ€‰.โ€‰.โ€‰.โ€™

I lay for a space taking this in. I saw his face still bore evidences of emotion. For a while I said nothing. I passed an inquisitive hand over my contusions, and surveyed his face for similar damages. The back of my right hand had suffered most, and was skinless and raw. My forehead was bruised and had bled. He handed me a little measure with some of the restorativeโ€Šโ€”โ€ŠI forget the name of itโ€Šโ€”โ€Šhe had brought with us. After a time I felt a little better. I began to stretch my limbs carefully. Soon I could talk.

โ€˜It wouldnโ€™t have done,โ€™ I said, as though there had been no interval.

โ€˜No! it wouldnโ€™t.โ€™

He thought, his hands hanging over his knees. He peered through the glass and then stared at me. โ€˜Good Lord!โ€™ he said. โ€˜No!โ€™

โ€˜What has happened?โ€™ I asked after a pause. โ€˜Have we jumped to the tropics?โ€™

โ€˜It was as I expected. This air has evaporatedโ€Šโ€”โ€Šif it is air. At any rate, it has evaporated and the surface of the moon is showing. We are lying on a bank of earthy rock. Here and there bare soil is exposed. A queer sort of soil!โ€™

It occurred to him that it was unnecessary to explain. He assisted me into a sitting position, and I could see with my own eyes.

VIII

A Lunar Morning

The harsh emphasis, the pitiless black and white of the scenery had altogether disappeared. The glare of the sun had taken upon itself a faint tinge of amber; the shadows upon the cliff of the crater wall were deeply purple. To the eastward a dark bank of fog still crouched and sheltered from the sunrise, but to the westward the sky was blue and clear. I began to realise the length of my insensibility.

We were no longer in a void. An atmosphere had arisen about us. The outline of things had gained in character, had grown acute and varied; save for a shadowed space of white substance here and there, white substance that was no longer air but snow, the arctic appearance had gone altogether. Everywhere broad rusty brown spaces of bare and tumbled earth spread to the blaze of the sun. Here and there at the edge of the snowdrifts were transient little pools and eddies of water, the only things stirring in that expanse of barrenness. The sunlight inundated the upper two blinds of our sphere and turned our climate to high summer, but our feet were still in shadow, and the sphere was lying upon a drift of snow.

And scattered here and there upon the slope, and emphasised by little white threads of unthawed snow upon their shady sides, were shapes like sticks, dry twisted sticks of the same rusty hue as the rock upon which they lay. That caught oneโ€™s thoughts sharply. Sticks! On a lifeless world? Then as my eye grew more accustomed to the texture of their substance, I perceived that almost all this surface had a fibrous texture, like the carpet of brown needles one finds beneath the shade of pine trees.

โ€˜Cavor!โ€™ I said.

โ€˜Yes.โ€™

โ€˜It may be a dead world nowโ€Šโ€”โ€Šbut onceโ€”โ€”โ€™

Something arrested my attention. I had discovered among these needles a number of little round objects. And it seemed to me that one of these had moved.

โ€˜Cavor,โ€™ I whispered.

โ€˜What?โ€™

But I did not answer at once. I stared incredulous. For an instant I could not believe my eyes. I gave an inarticulate cry. I gripped his arm. I pointed. โ€˜Look!โ€™ I cried, finding my tongue. โ€˜There! Yes! And there!โ€™

His eyes followed my pointing finger. โ€˜Eh?โ€™ he said.

How can I describe the thing I saw? It is so petty a thing to state, and yet it seemed so wonderful, so pregnant with emotion. I have said that amidst the stick-like litter were these rounded bodies, these little oval bodies that might have passed as very small pebbles. And now first one and then another had stirred, had rolled over and cracked, and down the crack of each of them showed a minute line of yellowish green, thrusting outward to meet the hot encouragement of the newly-risen sun. For a moment that was all, and then there stirred and burst a third!

โ€˜It is a seed,โ€™ said Cavor. And then I heard him whisper very softly, โ€˜Life!โ€™

โ€˜Life!โ€™ And immediately it poured upon us that our vast journey had not been made in vain, that we had come to no arid waste of minerals, but to a world that lived and moved! We watched intensely. I remember I kept rubbing the glass before me with my sleeve, jealous of the faintest suspicion of mist.

The picture was clear and vivid only in the middle of the field. All about that centre the dead fibres and seeds were magnified and distorted by the curvature of the glass. But we could see enough! One after another all down the sunlit slope these miraculous little brown bodies burst and gaped apart, like seed-pods, like the husks of fruits; opened eager mouths that drank in the heat and light pouring in a cascade from the newly-risen sun.

Every moment more of these seed coats ruptured, and even as they did so the swelling pioneers overflowed their rent-distended seed-cases, and passed into the second stage

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