Captain Stormfield’s Visit To Heaven
Captain Stormfield’s Visit To Heaven
CHAPTER I
Well, when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a
little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that
time, like a comet. LIKE a comet! Why, Peters, I laid over the
lot of them! Of course there warn’t any of them going my way, as a
steady thing, you know, because they travel in a long circle like
the loop of a lasso, whereas I was pointed as straight as a dart
for the Hereafter; but I happened on one every now and then that
was going my way for an hour or so, and then we had a bit of a
brush together. But it was generally pretty one-sided, because I
sailed by them the same as if they were standing still. An
ordinary comet don’t make more than about 200,000 miles a minute.
Of course when I came across one of that sort – like Encke’s and
Halley’s comets, for instance – it warn’t anything but just a flash
and a vanish, you see. You couldn’t rightly call it a race. It
was as if the comet was a gravel-train and I was a telegraph
despatch. But after I got outside of our astronomical system, I
used to flush a comet occasionally that was something LIKE. WE
haven’t got any such comets – ours don’t begin. One night I was
swinging along at a good round gait, everything taut and trim, and
the wind in my favor – I judged I was going about a million miles a
minute – it might have been more, it couldn’t have been less – when
I flushed a most uncommonly big one about three points off my
starboard bow. By his stern lights I judged he was bearing about
northeast-and-by-north-half-east. Well, it was so near my course
that I wouldn’t throw away the chance; so I fell off a point,
steadied my helm, and went for him. You should have heard me whiz,
and seen the electric fur fly! In about a minute and a half I was
fringed out with an electrical nimbus that flamed around for miles
and miles and lit up all space like broad day. The comet was
burning blue in the distance, like a sickly torch, when I first
sighted him, but he begun to grow bigger and bigger as I crept up
on him. I slipped up on him so fast that when I had gone about
150,000,000 miles I was close enough to be swallowed up in the
phosphorescent glory of his wake, and I couldn’t see anything for
the glare. Thinks I, it won’t do to run into him, so I shunted to
one side and tore along. By and by I closed up abreast of his
tail. Do you know what it was like? It was like a gnat closing up
on the continent of America. I forged along. By and by I had
sailed along his coast for a little upwards of a hundred and fifty
million miles, and then I could see by the shape of him that I
hadn’t even got up to his waistband yet. Why, Peters, WE don’t
know anything about comets, down here. If you want to see comets
that ARE comets, you’ve got to go outside of our solar system –
where there’s room for them, you understand. My friend, I’ve seen
comets out there that couldn’t even lay down inside the ORBITS of
our noblest comets without their tails hanging over.
Well, I boomed along another hundred and fifty million miles, and
got up abreast his shoulder, as you may say. I was feeling pretty
fine, I tell you; but just then I noticed the officer of the deck
come to the side and hoist his glass in my direction. Straight off
I heard him sing out – “Below there, ahoy! Shake her up, shake her
up! Heave on a hundred million billion tons of brimstone!”
“Ay-ay, sir!”
“Pipe the stabboard watch! All hands on deck!”
“Ay-ay, sir!”
“Send two hundred thousand million men aloft to shake out royals
and sky-scrapers!”
“Ay-ay, sir!”
“Hand the stuns’ls! Hang out every rag you’ve got! Clothe her