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From the Earth to the Moon; and, Round the Moon by Verne, Jules - CHAPTER XIII

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From the Earth to the Moon; and, Round the Moon

CHAPTER XIII

LU­NAR LAND­SCAPES

At half-​past two in the morn­ing, the pro­jec­tile was over the thir­teenth lu­nar par­al­lel and at the ef­fec­tive dis­tance of five hun­dred miles, re­duced by the glass­es to five. It still seemed im­pos­si­ble, how­ev­er, that it could ev­er touch any part of the disc. Its mo­tive speed, com­par­ative­ly so mod­er­ate, was in­ex­pli­ca­ble to Pres­ident Bar­bi­cane. At that dis­tance from the moon it must have been con­sid­er­able, to en­able it to bear up against her at­trac­tion. Here was a phe­nomenon the cause of which es­caped them again. Be­sides, time failed them to in­ves­ti­gate the cause. All lu­nar re­lief was de­fil­ing un­der the eyes of the trav­el­ers, and they would not lose a sin­gle de­tail.

Un­der the glass­es the disc ap­peared at the dis­tance of five miles. What would an aero­naut, borne to this dis­tance from the earth, dis­tin­guish on its sur­face? We can­not say, since the great­est as­cen­sion has not been more than 25,000 feet.

This, how­ev­er, is an ex­act de­scrip­tion of what Bar­bi­cane and his com­pan­ions saw at this height. Large patch­es of dif­fer­ent col­ors ap­peared on the disc. Se­lenog­ra­phers are not agreed up­on the na­ture of these col­ors. There are sev­er­al, and rather vivid­ly marked. Julius Schmidt pre­tends that, if the ter­res­tri­al oceans were dried up, a Se­len­ite ob­serv­er could not dis­tin­guish on the globe a greater di­ver­si­ty of shades be­tween the oceans and the con­ti­nen­tal plains than those on the moon present to a ter­res­tri­al ob­serv­er. Ac­cord­ing to him, the col­or com­mon to the vast plains known by the name of “seas” is a dark gray mixed with green and brown. Some of the large craters present the same ap­pear­ance. Bar­bi­cane knew this opin­ion of the Ger­man se­lenog­ra­pher, an opin­ion shared by Boeer and Moedler. Ob­ser­va­tion has proved that right was on their side, and not on that of some as­tronomers who ad­mit the ex­is­tence of on­ly gray on the moon’s sur­face. In some parts green was very dis­tinct, such as springs, ac­cord­ing to Julius Schmidt, from the seas of “Seren­ity and Hu­mors.” Bar­bi­cane al­so no­ticed large craters, with­out any in­te­ri­or cones, which shed a bluish tint sim­ilar to the re­flec­tion of a sheet of steel fresh­ly pol­ished. These col­ors be­longed re­al­ly to the lu­nar disc, and did not re­sult, as some as­tronomers say, ei­ther from the im­per­fec­tion in the ob­jec­tive of the glass­es or from the in­ter­po­si­tion of the ter­res­tri­al at­mo­sphere.

Not a doubt ex­ist­ed in Bar­bi­cane’s mind with re­gard to it, as he ob­served it through space, and so could not com­mit any op­ti­cal er­ror. He con­sid­ered the es­tab­lish­ment of this fact as an ac­qui­si­tion to sci­ence. Now, were these shades of green, be­long­ing to trop­ical veg­eta­tion, kept up by a low dense at­mo­sphere? He could not yet say.

Far­ther on, he no­ticed a red­dish tint, quite de­fined. The same shade had be­fore been ob­served at the bot­tom of an iso­lat­ed en­clo­sure, known by the name of Licht­en­burg’s cir­cle, which is sit­uat­ed near the Her­cy­ni­an moun­tains, on the bor­ders of the moon; but they could not tell the na­ture of it.

They were not more for­tu­nate with re­gard to an­oth­er pe­cu­liar­ity of the disc, for they could not de­cide up­on the cause of it.

Michel Ar­dan was watch­ing near the pres­ident, when he no­ticed long white lines, vivid­ly light­ed up by the di­rect rays of the sun. It was a suc­ces­sion of lu­mi­nous fur­rows, very dif­fer­ent from the ra­di­ation of Coper­ni­cus not long be­fore; they ran par­al­lel with each oth­er.

Michel, with his usu­al readi­ness, has­tened to ex­claim:

“Look there! cul­ti­vat­ed fields!”

“Cul­ti­vat­ed fields!” replied Nicholl, shrug­ging his shoul­ders.

“Plowed, at all events,” re­tort­ed Michel Ar­dan; “but what la­bor­ers those Se­len­ites must be, and what gi­ant ox­en they must har­ness to their plow to cut such fur­rows!”

“They are not fur­rows,” said Bar­bi­cane; “they are _rifts_.”

“Rifts? stuff!” replied Michel mild­ly; “but what do you mean by `rifts’ in the sci­en­tif­ic world?”

Bar­bi­cane im­me­di­ate­ly en­light­ened his com­pan­ion as to what he knew about lu­nar rifts. He knew that they were a kind of fur­row found on ev­ery part of the disc which was not moun­tain­ous; that these fur­rows, gen­er­al­ly iso­lat­ed, mea­sured from 400 to 500 leagues in length; that their breadth var­ied from 1,000 to 1,500 yards, and that their bor­ders were strict­ly par­al­lel; but he knew noth­ing more ei­ther of their for­ma­tion or their na­ture.

Bar­bi­cane, through his glass­es, ob­served these rifts with great at­ten­tion. He no­ticed that their bor­ders were formed of steep de­cliv­ities; they were long par­al­lel ram­parts, and with some small amount of imag­ina­tion he might have ad­mit­ted the ex­is­tence of long lines of for­ti­fi­ca­tions, raised by Se­len­ite en­gi­neers. Of these dif­fer­ent rifts some were per­fect­ly straight, as if cut by a line; oth­ers were slight­ly curved, though still keep­ing their bor­ders par­al­lel; some crossed each oth­er, some cut through craters; here they wound through or­di­nary cav­ities, such as Posi­do­nius or Petavius; there they wound through the seas, such as the “Sea of Seren­ity.”

These nat­ural ac­ci­dents nat­ural­ly ex­cit­ed the imag­ina­tions of these ter­res­tri­al as­tronomers. The first ob­ser­va­tions had not dis­cov­ered these rifts. Nei­ther Hevelius, Cassin, La Hire, nor Her­schel seemed to have known them. It was Schroeter who in 1789 first drew at­ten­tion to them. Oth­ers fol­lowed who stud­ied them, as Pas­torff, Gruithuy­sen, Boeer, and Moedler. At this time their num­ber amounts to sev­en­ty; but, if they have been count­ed, their na­ture has not yet been de­ter­mined; they are cer­tain­ly _not_ for­ti­fi­ca­tions, any more than they are the an­cient beds of dried-​up rivers; for, on one side, the wa­ters, so slight on the moon’s sur­face, could nev­er have worn such drains for them­selves; and, on the oth­er, they of­ten cross craters of great el­eva­tion.

We must, how­ev­er, al­low that Michel Ar­dan had “an idea,” and that, with­out know­ing it, he co­in­cid­ed in that re­spect with Julius Schmidt.

“Why,” said he, “should not these un­ac­count­able ap­pear­ances be sim­ply phe­nom­ena of veg­eta­tion?”

“What do you mean?” asked Bar­bi­cane quick­ly.

“Do not ex­cite your­self, my wor­thy pres­ident,” replied Michel; “might it not be pos­si­ble that the dark lines form­ing that bas­tion were rows of trees reg­ular­ly placed?”

“You stick to your veg­eta­tion, then?” said Bar­bi­cane.

“I like,” re­tort­ed Michel Ar­dan, “to ex­plain what you sa­vants can­not ex­plain; at least my hy­pothe­ses has the ad­van­tage of in­di­cat­ing why these rifts dis­ap­pear, or seem to dis­ap­pear, at cer­tain sea­sons.”

“And for what rea­son?”

“For the rea­son that the trees be­come in­vis­ible when they lose their leaves, and vis­ible again when they re­gain them.”

“Your ex­pla­na­tion is in­ge­nious, my dear com­pan­ion,” replied Bar­bi­cane, “but in­ad­mis­si­ble.”

“Why?”

“Be­cause, so to speak, there are no sea­sons on the moon’s sur­face, and that, con­se­quent­ly, the phe­nom­ena of veg­eta­tion of which you speak can­not oc­cur.”

In­deed, the slight obliq­ui­ty of the lu­nar ax­is keeps the sun at an al­most equal height in ev­ery lat­itude. Above the equa­to­ri­al re­gions the ra­di­ant orb al­most in­vari­ably oc­cu­pies the zenith, and does not pass the lim­its of the hori­zon in the po­lar re­gions; thus, ac­cord­ing to each re­gion, there reigns a per­pet­ual win­ter, spring, sum­mer, or au­tumn, as in the plan­et Jupiter, whose ax­is is but lit­tle in­clined up­on its or­bit.

What ori­gin do they at­tribute to these rifts? That is a ques­tion dif­fi­cult to solve. They are cer­tain­ly an­te­ri­or to the for­ma­tion of craters and cir­cles, for sev­er­al have in­tro­duced them­selves by break­ing through their cir­cu­lar ram­parts. Thus it may be that, con­tem­po­rary with the lat­er ge­olog­ical epochs, they are due to the ex­pan­sion of nat­ural forces.

But the pro­jec­tile had now at­tained the for­ti­eth de­gree of lu­nar lat­itude, at a dis­tance not ex­ceed­ing 40 miles. Through the glass­es ob­jects ap­peared to be on­ly four miles dis­tant.

At this point, un­der their feet, rose Mount He­li­con, 1,520 feet high, and round about the left rose mod­er­ate el­eva­tions, en­clos­ing a small por­tion of the “Sea of Rains,” un­der the name of the Gulf of Iris. The ter­res­tri­al at­mo­sphere would have to be one hun­dred and sev­en­ty times more trans­par­ent than it is, to al­low as­tronomers to make per­fect ob­ser­va­tions on the moon’s sur­face; but in the void in which the pro­jec­tile float­ed no flu­id in­ter­posed it­self be­tween the eye of the ob­serv­er and the ob­ject ob­served. And more, Bar­bi­cane found him­self car­ried to a greater dis­tance than the most pow­er­ful tele­scopes had ev­er done be­fore, ei­ther that of Lord Rosse or that of the Rocky Moun­tains. He was, there­fore, un­der ex­treme­ly fa­vor­able con­di­tions for solv­ing that great ques­tion of the hab­it­abil­ity of the moon; but the so­lu­tion still es­caped him; he could dis­tin­guish noth­ing but desert beds, im­mense plains, and to­ward the north, arid moun­tains. Not a work be­trayed the hand of man; not a ru­in marked his course; not a group of an­imals was to be seen in­di­cat­ing life, even in an in­fe­ri­or de­gree. In no part was there life, in no part was there an ap­pear­ance of veg­eta­tion. Of the three king­doms which share the ter­res­tri­al globe be­tween them, one alone was rep­re­sent­ed on the lu­nar and that the min­er­al.

“Ah, in­deed!” said Michel Ar­dan, a lit­tle out of coun­te­nance; “then you see no one?”

“No,” an­swered Nicholl; “up to this time, not a man, not an an­imal, not a tree! Af­ter all, whether the at­mo­sphere has tak­en refuge at the bot­tom of cav­ities, in the midst of the cir­cles, or even on the op­po­site face of the moon, we can­not de­cide.”

“Be­sides,” added Bar­bi­cane, “even to the most pierc­ing eye a man can­not be dis­tin­guished far­ther than three and a half miles off; so that, if there are any Se­len­ites, they can see our pro­jec­tile, but we can­not see them.”

To­ward four in the morn­ing, at the height of the fifti­eth par­al­lel, the dis­tance was re­duced to 300 miles. To the left ran a line of moun­tains capri­cious­ly shaped, ly­ing in the full light. To the right, on the con­trary, lay a black hol­low re­sem­bling a vast well, un­fath­omable and gloomy, drilled in­to the lu­nar soil.

This hole was the “Black Lake”; it was Plu­to, a deep cir­cle which can be con­ve­nient­ly stud­ied from the earth, be­tween the last quar­ter and the new moon, when the shad­ows fall from west to east.

This black col­or is rarely met with on the sur­face of the satel­lite. As yet it has on­ly been rec­og­nized in the depths of the cir­cle of Endymion, to the east of the “Cold Sea,” in the north­ern hemi­sphere, and at the bot­tom of Grimal­di’s cir­cle, on the equa­tor, to­ward the east­ern bor­der of the orb.

Plu­to is an an­nu­lar moun­tain, sit­uat­ed in 51@ north lat­itude, and 9@ east lon­gi­tude. Its cir­cuit is forty-​sev­en miles long and thir­ty-​two broad.

Bar­bi­cane re­gret­ted that they were not pass­ing di­rect­ly above this vast open­ing. There was an abyss to fath­om, per­haps some mys­te­ri­ous phe­nomenon to sur­prise; but the pro­jec­tile’s course could not be al­tered. They must rigid­ly sub­mit. They could not guide a bal­loon, still less a pro­jec­tile, when once en­closed with­in its walls. To­ward five in the morn­ing the north­ern lim­its of the “Sea of Rains” was at length passed. The mounts of Con­damine and Fontenelle re­mained– one on the right, the oth­er on the left. That part of the disc be­gin­ning with 60@ was be­com­ing quite moun­tain­ous. The glass­es brought them to with­in two miles, less than that sep­arat­ing the sum­mit of Mont Blanc from the lev­el of the sea. The whole re­gion was bristling with spikes and cir­cles. To­ward the 60@ Philo­laus stood pre­dom­inant at a height of 5,550 feet with its el­lip­ti­cal crater, and seen from this dis­tance, the disc showed a very fan­tas­ti­cal ap­pear­ance. Land­scapes were pre­sent­ed to the eye un­der very dif­fer­ent con­di­tions from those on the earth, and al­so very in­fe­ri­or to them.

The moon hav­ing no at­mo­sphere, the con­se­quences aris­ing from the ab­sence of this gaseous en­ve­lope have al­ready been shown. No twi­light on her sur­face; night fol­low­ing day and day fol­low­ing night with the sud­den­ness of a lamp which is ex­tin­guished or light­ed amid pro­found dark­ness– no tran­si­tion from cold to heat, the tem­per­ature falling in an in­stant from boil­ing point to the cold of space.

An­oth­er con­se­quence of this want of air is that ab­so­lute dark­ness reigns where the sun’s rays do not pen­etrate. That which on earth is called dif­fu­sion of light, that lu­mi­nous mat­ter which the air holds in sus­pen­sion, which cre­ates the twi­light and the day­break, which pro­duces the _um­brae_ and _penum­brae_, and all the mag­ic of _chiaro-​os­curo_, does not ex­ist on the moon. Hence the harsh­ness of con­trasts, which on­ly ad­mit of two col­ors, black and white. If a Se­len­ite were to shade his eyes from the sun’s rays, the sky would seem ab­so­lute­ly black, and the stars would shine to him as on the dark­est night. Judge of the im­pres­sion pro­duced on Bar­bi­cane and his three friends by this strange scene! Their eyes were con­fused. They could no longer grasp the re­spec­tive dis­tances of the dif­fer­ent plains. A lu­nar land­scape with­out the soft­en­ing of the phe­nom­ena of _chiaro-​os­curo_ could not be ren­dered by an earth­ly land­scape painter; it would be spots of ink on a white page– noth­ing more.

This as­pect was not al­tered even when the pro­jec­tile, at the height of 80@, was on­ly sep­arat­ed from the moon by a dis­tance of fifty miles; nor even when, at five in the morn­ing, it passed at less than twen­ty-​five miles from the moun­tain of Gio­ja, a dis­tance re­duced by the glass­es to a quar­ter of a mile. It seemed as if the moon might be touched by the hand! It seemed im­pos­si­ble that, be­fore long, the pro­jec­tile would not strike her, if on­ly at the north pole, the bril­liant arch of which was so dis­tinct­ly vis­ible on the black sky.

Michel Ar­dan want­ed to open one of the scut­tles and throw him­self on to the moon’s sur­face! A very use­less at­tempt; for if the pro­jec­tile could not at­tain any point what­ev­er of the satel­lite, Michel, car­ried along by its mo­tion, could not at­tain it ei­ther.

At that mo­ment, at six o’clock, the lu­nar pole ap­peared. The disc on­ly pre­sent­ed to the trav­el­ers’ gaze one half bril­liant­ly lit up, while the oth­er dis­ap­peared in the dark­ness. Sud­den­ly the pro­jec­tile passed the line of de­mar­ca­tion be­tween in­tense light and ab­so­lute dark­ness, and was plunged in pro­found night!