Farewell To Earth

: Secrets of Space
: Pharaoh's Broker

The next day I quietly bought in my wheat, and told Flynn I was thinking

of taking a little vacation. I said I was worn out fighting the contrary

market, and told him to run the office as if it were his own until I

returned. At home I said nothing about the vacation, for I didn't care

to have my stories agree very perfectly. I simply packed a few

necessities for the trip in a dress-suit case. My uncle was used to

seein me carry my evening clothes to the Club in this manner, and I

casually told him I should remain the night this time.



I could not leave without kissing cousin Ruth good-bye, but this excited

no suspicion, as it was a thing I did on every pretext. Then I slipped

out and took back streets till I was several blocks away from the house.

Taking a closed carriage here, I was driven to the same station and took

the same train for Whiting as on the previous evening. I found the

doctor awaiting me with a lantern. As we walked down the tracks in the

twilight I said to him,--



"I never made so quick a preparation, nor attempted so long a trip. I

have left my friends a lot of guessing! Now, how soon shall we be off?"



"Within an hour," he answered. "Mars will not be directly overhead until

midnight, but there is a little side trip I wish to make first, to test

the projectile before we get too far above the Earth's surface."



The sky was densely cloudy, there was no Moon, and it was already

growing very dark. As we began to have difficulty in finding the way,

the doctor lighted his lantern. Peering up into the darkness, I said to

him,--



"There is not a star visible. How are you to find your way in the

heavens a night like this?"



"That is all perfectly easy. We shall soon rise far above those clouds,

and then the stars will come out. Besides, I shall show you perfect

daylight again before midnight."



"I don't see just how, but I will take your word for it, Doctor. I

daresay you have thought it all out, and the whole trip will contain no

surprises for you."



"I have tried to think it all out and prepare for everything. But I am

certain I have forgotten something. I have a feeling amounting to a

dreadful presentiment that I have overlooked something important. I wish

you would see if you can think of anything I have omitted."



"The only really important thing I have remembered is half a dozen boxes

of the best cigars," I replied.



"Leave them right here in Whiting," he said with emphasis. "We are

carrying only a limited supply of pure air, and we cannot afford to

contaminate it with tobacco smoke. No, sir, you can't smoke on this

trip."



"Then I won't go! Imagine not smoking for two whole months! Do you think

I have sworn off?"



"No, not yet. But you must. It pollutes the air, which we must keep

clean and fresh as long as possible."



"Now, Doctor, you must let me have a good smoke once a day, just before

pumping the air out of my compartment."



"No, not even that. It is impossible to pump all the air out, and what

is left mixes back with what is in my compartment. Once contaminated

with tobacco smoke, we could never get it perfectly pure again."



"Well, may I smoke on Mars, then? I will take them along for that. But,

I warn you, I eat like a farm horse when I can't smoke."



"I have provided plenty to eat, but I know I have forgotten something.

Mention something now, mention everything you can think of, so that I

may see if it is provided for."



"Have you any money?" I asked. "I have changed some into gold, and have

a fairly heavy bag here."



"Oh, yes, I have some gold and silver money, besides a lot of beads,

trinkets, and gaudy tinsel things, such as earthly savages have been

willing to barter valuable merchandise for."



"So you are going on a trading expedition, are you?" I asked.



"Not exactly. I leave all that to your superior abilities. But we may

find these things valuable to give as presents. Many of them are of tin,

and if they do not happen to have that useful metal on Mars, they will

be of rare value there."



We had now reached the little grove where the projectile was hidden. I

proceeded to open the rear port-hole, saying,--



"Let me look inside, and when I see what you have, some other necessary

thing may suggest itself."



"Let me go in first, for I am afraid you will allow the menagerie to

escape," he said, as he peered in by the light of the lantern. A

diminutive fox terrier barked from the inside, and wagged his tail

faster than a watch ticks, so glad he was to see us. The bright light

also awakened a small white rabbit that had been asleep in the doctor's

compartment.



"You are taking these along for companions, I suppose?"



"Yes, for that and for experiments. We may reach places where it will

be necessary to determine whether living, breathing things can exist

before we try it ourselves. Then we shall put one of these out and

observe the effects."



"You may experiment on the rabbit all you please, but this little puppy

and I are going to be fast friends, and we shall die together; shan't

we, Two-spot?"



"Why do you call him Two-spot? There is only one spot on him, and his

name is Himmelshundchen."



"Rubbish! The idea of such a long, heavy name for such a little puppy! I

shall call him Two-spot because he is the smallest thing in the pack.

Heavenly-puppy, indeed!"



The doctor had entered and lighted a small gas jet, supplied on the

Pintsch system from compressed gas stored in one of the chambers. The

rear compartment, which was to be mine, looked half an arsenal and half

a pantry. On the right side a cupboard was filled with newly-cooked

meats. I remember how plentiful the store looked at the time, but, alas!

how soon it vanished and we were reduced to tinned and bottled foods!

There was a cold joint of beef, a quarter of roast mutton, three boiled

hams and four roast chickens.



On the left, folding up into the concavity of the wall, like the upper

berth of a Pullman sleeping car, was my bunk. On the walls not thus

occupied the arms were hung. There were two repeating rifles, each

carrying seventeen cartridges; two large calibre hammerless revolvers;

two long and heavy swords, designed for cleaving rather than for

stabbing; two chain shirts, to be worn under the clothing to protect

against arrows; and finally two large shields, made of overlapping steel

plates and almost four feet high. The doctor explained to me that the

idea was to rest the lower edge of these on the ground and crouch behind

them. They were rather heavy and cumbersome to be carried far, and were

grooved in three sections, so that they slipped together into an arc

one-third of their circumference.



I examined everything closely and asked a hundred questions, but the

doctor seemed to have provided for every necessity or contingency.



"Let us waste no more time," said I. "If we have forgotten anything, we

must get along without it. All aboard! What is our first stop?"



"The planet Mars, only thirty-six million miles away, if we are

successful in meeting him just as he comes into opposition on the third

day of August. This is the most favourable opposition in which to meet

him for the past quarter of a century. Back in the year 1877 he was only

about thirty-five million miles away, and it was then that we learned

most that we know of his physical features. But we shall not have a more

favourable time than this for the next seventeen years."



"Still it seems like nonsense to talk about travelling such an

incomprehensible distance, doesn't it?" I ventured.



"Not at all!" he replied positively. "If the Earth travels a million

miles per day in her orbit, without any motion being apparent to her

inhabitants, why should we not travel just as fast and just as

unconsciously? We are driven by the same force. The same engine of the

Creator's which drives all the universe, drives us. When we have left

the atmosphere we shall rush through the void of space without knowing

whether we are travelling at a thousand miles per minute or standing

perfectly still. Our senses will have nothing to lay hold on to form a

judgment of our rate of speed. But if we make an average of only five

hundred miles per minute we shall accomplish the distance in about fifty

days, and arrive soon after opposition."



"But have you given up stopping on the Moon?" I asked. "I had great

hopes of making those rich discoveries there."



"We must leave all that until our return trip. I have chosen this

starting time in the dark of the Moon in order to have the satellite on

the other side of the Earth and out of the way. She would only impede

our progress, as we wish to acquire a tremendous velocity just as soon

as we leave the atmosphere. We must accelerate our speed as long as

gravity will do it for us. When we can no longer gain speed, we shall

at least continue to maintain our rapid pace.



"But if we stopped on the Moon, we should only have her weak gravity to

repel us towards Mars, and we could make but little speed. On our

return, the stop on the Moon will be a natural and easy one. We shall be

near home and can afford to loiter."



While the doctor was saying this, he had been busy making tests of his

apparatus. He now called me to see his buoyancy gauge, which was a

half-spherical mass of steel weighing just ten pounds. It was pierced

with a hole at right angles to its plane surface and strung upon a

vertical copper wire. Small leaden weights, weighing from an ounce to

four pounds each, were provided to be placed upon the plane surface of

the steel. The doctor explained its action to me thus:--



"The polarizing action of the gravity apparatus affects only steel and

iron, and has no effect upon lead. Therefore, when the current is

conducted through the copper wire into the soft steel ball, it will

immediately rise up the wire, by the repulsion of negative gravity. Now,

if the leaden weights are piled upon the steel ball one by one, until it

is just balanced half way up the wire, our buoyancy is thus measured or

weighed. For instance, with the first two batteries turned in we have a

buoyancy a little exceeding one pound. That means, we should rise with

one-tenth the velocity that we should fall. Turning in two more

batteries, you see the buoyancy is three pounds, or our flying speed

will be three-tenths of our falling speed. With all the batteries acting

upon the gauge, you see it will carry up more than ten pounds of lead,

because the pressure of the air is against weight and in favour of

buoyancy. So long as we are in atmospheres, then, it is possible to fall

up more rapidly than to fall down; but, on account of friction and the

resultant heat, it is not safe to do so."



"So we have been doing the hard thing, by falling all our lives, when

flying would really have been easier!" I put in.



"We have been overlooking a very simple thing for a long time, just as

our forefathers overlooked the usefulness of steam, being perfectly well

acquainted with its expansive qualities. But let us be off. Close your

port-hole, and screw it in tightly and permanently for the trip. Then

let down your bunk and prepare for a night of awkward, cramped

positions. We shall be more uncomfortable to-night than any other of the

trip. You see, when we start, this thing will stand up on its rear end,

and that end will continue to be the bottom until we begin to fall into

Mars. Then the forward end will be the bottom. But after the first night

our weight will have so diminished that we can sleep almost as well

standing on our heads as any other way. Within fifteen hours you will

have lost all idea which end of you should be right side up, and we

will be quite as likely to float in the middle of the projectile as to

rest upon anything."



My bed was hinged in the middle, and one end lifted up until it looked

like a letter L, with the shorter part extending across the projectile

and the longer part reaching up the side. I could sit in it in a half

reclining posture. The doctor then pulled out a fan-like, extending

lattice-work of steel slats, to form a sort of false floor over the

port-hole. This was full of diamond-shaped openings between the slats,

so that the view out of the rear window was not obstructed. Then he did

the same to form a false floor for his compartment. Finally he said to

me,--



"Now, if you are all ready, I will stand her on end;" and by applying

the currents to the forward end only he caused her to rise slowly until

she stood upright. The cupboard in my compartment and the desk in his

end were each hung upon a central bolt, and they righted themselves as

the projectile stood up, so that nothing in them was disarranged. I was

sitting on the lower hinge of my bed, clutching tightly and watching

everything, when the doctor called to me to turn the little wheel which

operated a screw and served to push out the rudder.



"But the whole weight of the projectile is now on the rudder," I

objected.



"You will have to make over all your ideas of weight," he said, with

some impatience. "Run the rudder out. The gauge shows an ounce of

buoyancy, which is nearly enough to counteract all the dead weight we

have. You can lift the rest with the rudder-screw."



And, true enough, it was perfectly easy to whirl the little wheel around

which made the rudder creep out. There was a steering wheel in the

doctor's compartment and one in my own. He set it exactly amidships, and

told me to prepare for the ascent. I turned out the gas in my

compartment and crouched nervously over the port-hole window to watch

the panorama of Earth fade away.



"Here go two batteries!" he cried. I held on frantically, expecting that

we would leap into the heavens in one grand bound, as I had seen the

model do. But we began to rise very slowly, a foot and a half the first

second, three feet the next, and so on, as the doctor told me

afterwards. It was all so slow and quiet that I was suddenly possessed

with a fear that after all the projectile was a failure. Had a balloon

started so slowly, it would never have risen far. This fear held me for

only a minute, for when I looked down again, the landscape below was

beginning to look like a dim map or a picture, instead of the reality.

The doctor was steering to the northward, directly over the lake. I

could see its great purple, restful surface below me, but more plainly

could I discern the outline where its silvery edge bathed the white

sands of the shore. Following this outline I could see a web of

railroads, like ropes bent around the lower end of the lake. The night

was too dark to see it long. The hundreds of huge oil tanks of Whiting

had now disappeared, and I could see only the flaming tops of the iron

furnaces of South Chicago. Suddenly they went out in an instant, as if a

thick fog had smothered them, and there was a long minute of pale mist;

and then suddenly a bright blue sky, the twinkling stars and a veil of

grey shutting off all view of the Earth.



"We have passed through the clouds," said the doctor cheerily. "What

does the barometer register?"



I looked, and was astonished to see the mercury down to fifteen. I asked

him if he thought the barometer might be broken.



"No, that is quite right," he replied. "That is half the surface

pressure, which shows that we are two and a half miles high. I have four

batteries in, and we are going at a constantly increasing speed now."



I could easily believe it, for the wind howled around my compartment and

whistled over the rudder aperture in a most dismal way. Whenever the

rudder was changed, there was a new sound to the moaning. Still, as I

looked back at the clouds, I saw that no wind was moving them. It was

not wind, but only the air whistling as we rushed through it.



"Watch the barometer, and let me know the exact time when it registers

seven and a half inches," said the doctor. "We shall be five miles high

then, and we started at nine o'clock to a second."



I noted the rapidly sinking mercury and opened my watch. When it was

just at seven and a half, I looked at the watch, and it said half a

minute after nine. Knowing that could not be correct, I held it to my

ear and discovered it was stopped. I attempted to wind it, but found it

almost wound up.



"Something wrong with my watch, Doctor. You will have to look."



"Half a minute after nine, that can't be right!" he exclaimed. Then as

the truth flashed upon him he added,--



"There is the first thing I have overlooked! Our watch springs are

steel, and the magnetic currents affect them. It is strange I did not

think of that, for I knew a mariner's compass would be of no use to us

in steering on account of the currents. For that reason I have risen

above the clouds so as to steer by the stars. I am making for the North

Star yonder, now."



"We will have to get back to the same primitive methods of measuring

time," I put in. "Neither weight clocks nor spring clocks would have

been of any account. And an hour glass would tell a different tale just

as gravity varied. We will have to rely on the Moon and stars, and it

may be rather awkward." But I did not then appreciate how awkward it

would be when even the markings of day and night would be taken away

from us.



"We can count our pulse or go by our stomachs," said the doctor, who was

really disappointed at having forgotten anything. But he was destined to

get used to that. Presently he inquired,--



"What is the barometer now? Perhaps we are high enough for the present."



"There is scarcely two inches of mercury in the tube!" I cried out.



He hesitated for a moment as if calculating, and then said,--



"That makes us ten miles high. Work the rudder gradually very much

farther out for this thinner atmosphere, and we will try falling awhile,

with a long slant to northward."



And so saying, the doctor detached all the polarizing batteries, and I

could hear the monotonous howling of the wind die down; and the

whistling ceased altogether as the feeble resistance of the rarefied air

slowly but surely overcame our momentum. As we began to fall, the doctor

turned the rudder hard down, in order to give us a long sailing slant.

This modified the position of the projectile so that it lay almost flat

again, with a dip of the forward end downward.



"Lie down and have a nap while she is in this comfortable position," he

said to me. "When you waken, I shall have a surprise for you."