From the Earth to the Moon by Verne, Jules

little ringed one called Guy Lussac, the breadth of which

measured twelve miles.

Toward the south, the plain was very flat, without one

elevation, without one projection. Toward the north, on the

contrary, till where it was bounded by the “Sea of Storms,” it

resembled a liquid surface agitated by a storm, of which the

hills and hollows formed a succession of waves suddenly congealed.

Over the whole of this, and in all directions, lay the luminous

lines, all converging to the summit of Copernicus.

The travelers discussed the origin of these strange rays; but they

could not determine their nature any more than terrestrial observers.

“But why,” said Nicholl, “should not these rays be simply spurs

of mountains which reflect more vividly the light of the sun?”

“No,” replied Barbicane; “if it was so, under certain conditions

of the moon, these ridges would cast shadows, and they do not

cast any.”

And indeed, these rays only appeared when the orb of day was in

opposition to the moon, and disappeared as soon as its rays

became oblique.

“But how have they endeavored to explain these lines of light?”

asked Michel; “for I cannot believe that savants would ever be

stranded for want of an explanation.”

“Yes,” replied Barbicane; “Herschel has put forward an opinion,

but he did not venture to affirm it.”

“Never mind. What was the opinion?”

“He thought that these rays might be streams of cooled lava

which shone when the sun beat straight upon them. It may be so;

but nothing can be less certain. Besides, if we pass nearer to

Tycho, we shall be in a better position to find out the cause of

this radiation.”

“Do you know, my friends, what that plain, seen from the height

we are at, resembles?” said Michel.

“No,” replied Nicholl.

“Very well; with all those pieces of lava lengthened like rockets,

it resembles an immense game of spelikans thrown pellmell.

There wants but the hook to pull them out one by one.”

“Do be serious,” said Barbicane.

“Well, let us be serious,” replied Michel quietly; “and instead

of spelikans, let us put bones. This plain, would then be

nothing but an immense cemetery, on which would repose the

mortal remains of thousands of extinct generations. Do you

prefer that high-flown comparison?”

“One is as good as the other,” retorted Barbicane.

“My word, you are difficult to please,” answered Michel.

“My worthy friend,” continued the matter-of-fact Barbicane, “it

matters but little what it _resembles_, when we do not know what

it _is_.”

“Well answered,” exclaimed Michel. “That will teach me to

reason with savants.”

But the projectile continued to advance with almost uniform

speed around the lunar disc. The travelers, we may easily

imagine, did not dream of taking a moment’s rest. Every minute

changed the landscape which fled from beneath their gaze.

About half past one o’clock in the morning, they caught a glimpse

of the tops of another mountain. Barbicane, consulting his map,

recognized Eratosthenes.

It was a ringed mountain nine thousand feet high, and one of

those circles so numerous on this satellite. With regard to

this, Barbicane related Kepler’s singular opinion on the

formation of circles. According to that celebrated

mathematician, these crater-like cavities had been dug by the

hand of man.

“For what purpose?” asked Nicholl.

“For a very natural one,” replied Barbicane. “The Selenites

might have undertaken these immense works and dug these enormous

holes for a refuge and shield from the solar rays which beat

upon them during fifteen consecutive days.”

“The Selenites are not fools,” said Michel.

“A singular idea,” replied Nicholl; “but it is probable that

Kepler did not know the true dimensions of these circles, for

the digging of them would have been the work of giants quite

impossible for the Selenites.”

“Why? if weight on the moon’s surface is six times less than on

the earth?” said Michel.

“But if the Selenites are six times smaller?” retorted Nicholl.

“And if there are _no_ Selenites?” added Barbicane.

This put an end to the discussion.

Soon Eratosthenes disappeared under the horizon without the

projectile being sufficiently near to allow close observation.

This mountain separated the Apennines from the Carpathians. In the

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