Question And Answer

: From The Earth To The Moon

On the 4th of December, when the travelers awoke after

fifty-four hours' journey, the chronometer marked five o'clock

of the terrestrial morning. In time it was just over five

hours and forty minutes, half of that assigned to their sojourn

in the projectile; but they had already accomplished nearly

seven-tenths of the way. This peculiarity was due to their

regularly decreasing speed.



Now wh
n they observed the earth through the lower window,

it looked like nothing more than a dark spot, drowned in the

solar rays. No more crescent, no more cloudy light! The next

day, at midnight, the earth would be new, at the very moment

when the moon would be full. Above, the orb of night was nearing

the line followed by the projectile, so as to meet it at the

given hour. All around the black vault was studded with brilliant

points, which seemed to move slowly; but, at the great distance

they were from them, their relative size did not seem to change.

The sun and stars appeared exactly as they do to us upon earth.

As to the moon, she was considerably larger; but the travelers'

glasses, not very powerful, did not allow them as yet to make

any useful observations upon her surface, or reconnoiter her

topographically or geologically.



Thus the time passed in never-ending conversations all about

the moon. Each one brought forward his own contingent of

particular facts; Barbicane and Nicholl always serious, Michel

Ardan always enthusiastic. The projectile, its situation,

its direction, incidents which might happen, the precautions

necessitated by their fall on to the moon, were inexhaustible

matters of conjecture.



As they were breakfasting, a question of Michel's, relating to

the projectile, provoked rather a curious answer from Barbicane,

which is worth repeating. Michel, supposing it to be roughly

stopped, while still under its formidable initial speed, wished

to know what the consequences of the stoppage would have been.



"But," said Barbicane, "I do not see how it could have been stopped."



"But let us suppose so," said Michel.



"It is an impossible supposition," said the practical Barbicane;

"unless that impulsive force had failed; but even then its speed

would diminish by degrees, and it would not have stopped suddenly."



"Admit that it had struck a body in space."



"What body?"



"Why that enormous meteor which we met."



"Then," said Nicholl, "the projectile would have been broken

into a thousand pieces, and we with it."



"More than that," replied Barbicane; "we should have been burned

to death."



"Burned?" exclaimed Michel, "by Jove! I am sorry it did not

happen, `just to see.'"



"And you would have seen," replied Barbicane. "It is known now

that heat is only a modification of motion. When water is

warmed-- that is to say, when heat is added to it--its particles

are set in motion."



"Well," said michel, "that is an ingenious theory!"



"And a true one, my worthy friend; for it explains every

phenomenon of caloric. Heat is but the motion of atoms, a

simple oscillation of the particles of a body. When they apply

the brake to a train, the train comes to a stop; but what

becomes of the motion which it had previously possessed? It is

transformed into heat, and the brake becomes hot. Why do they

grease the axles of the wheels? To prevent their heating,

because this heat would be generated by the motion which is thus

lost by transformation."



"Yes, I understand," replied Michel, "perfectly. For example,

when I have run a long time, when I am swimming, when I am

perspiring in large drops, why am I obliged to stop?

Simply because my motion is changed into heat."



Barbicane could not help smiling at Michel's reply; then,

returning to his theory, said:



"Thus, in case of a shock, it would have been with our

projectile as with a ball which falls in a burning state after

having struck the metal plate; it is its motion which is turned

into heat. Consequently I affirm that, if our projectile had

struck the meteor, its speed thus suddenly checked would have

raised a heat great enough to turn it into vapor instantaneously."



"Then," asked Nicholl, "what would happen if the earth's motion

were to stop suddenly?"



"Her temperature would be raised to such a pitch," said

Barbicane, "that she would be at once reduced to vapor."



"Well," said Michel, "that is a way of ending the earth which

will greatly simplify things."



"And if the earth fell upon the sun?" asked Nicholl.



"According to calculation," replied Barbicane, "the fall would

develop a heat equal to that produced by 16,000 globes of coal,

each equal in bulk to our terrestrial globe."



"Good additional heat for the sun," replied Michel Ardan, "of

which the inhabitants of Uranus or Neptune would doubtless not

complain; they must be perished with cold on their planets."



"Thus, my friends," said Barbicane, "all motion suddenly stopped

produces heat. And this theory allows us to infer that the heat

of the solar disc is fed by a hail of meteors falling

incessantly on its surface. They have even calculated----"



"Oh, dear!" murmured Michel, "the figures are coming."



"They have even calculated," continued the imperturbable Barbicane,

"that the shock of each meteor on the sun ought to produce a heat

equal to that of 4,000 masses of coal of an equal bulk."



"And what is the solar heat?" asked Michel.



"It is equal to that produced by the combustion of a stratum of

coal surrounding the sun to a depth of forty-seven miles."



"And that heat----"



"Would be able to boil two billions nine hundred millions of

cubic myriameters [2] of water."



[2] The myriameter is equal to rather more than 10,936

cubic yards English.



"And it does not roast us!" exclaimed Michel.



"No," replied Barbicane, "because the terrestrial atmosphere

absorbs four-tenths of the solar heat; besides, the quantity of

heat intercepted by the earth is but a billionth part of the

entire radiation."



"I see that all is for the best," said Michel, "and that this

atmosphere is a useful invention; for it not only allows us to

breathe, but it prevents us from roasting."



"Yes!" said Nicholl, "unfortunately, it will not be the same in

the moon."



"Bah!" said Michel, always hopeful. "If there are inhabitants,

they must breathe. If there are no longer any, they must have

left enough oxygen for three people, if only at the bottom of

ravines, where its own weight will cause it to accumulate, and

we will not climb the mountains; that is all." And Michel,

rising, went to look at the lunar disc, which shone with

intolerable brilliancy.



"By Jove!" said he, "it must be hot up there!"



"Without considering," replied Nicholl, "that the day lasts 360 hours!"



"And to compensate that," said Barbicane, "the nights have the

same length; and as heat is restored by radiation, their

temperature can only be that of the planetary space."



"A pretty country, that!" exclaimed Michel. "Never mind!

I wish I was there! Ah! my dear comrades, it will be rather

curious to have the earth for our moon, to see it rise on the

horizon, to recognize the shape of its continents, and to say

to oneself, `There is America, there is Europe;' then to follow

it when it is about to lose itself in the sun's rays! By the

bye, Barbicane, have the Selenites eclipses?"



"Yes, eclipses of the sun," replied Barbicane, "when the centers

of the three orbs are on a line, the earth being in the middle.

But they are only partial, during which the earth, cast like a

screen upon the solar disc, allows the greater portion to be seen."



"And why," asked Nicholl, "is there no total eclipse? Does not

the cone of the shadow cast by the earth extend beyond the moon?"



"Yes, if we do not take into consideration the refraction

produced by the terrestrial atmosphere. No, if we take that

refraction into consideration. Thus let be

the horizontal parallel, and p the apparent semidiameter----"



"Oh!" said Michel. "Do speak plainly, you man of algebra!"



"Very well, replied Barbicane; "in popular language the mean

distance from the moon to the earth being sixty terrestrial

radii, the length of the cone of the shadow, on account of

refraction, is reduced to less than forty-two radii.

The result is that when there are eclipses, the moon finds

itself beyond the cone of pure shadow, and that the sun sends

her its rays, not only from its edges, but also from its center."



"Then," said Michel, in a merry tone, "why are there eclipses,

when there ought not to be any?"



"Simply because the solar rays are weakened by this refraction,

and the atmosphere through which they pass extinguished the

greater part of them!"



"That reason satisfies me," replied Michel. "Besides we shall

see when we get there. Now, tell me, Barbicane, do you believe

that the moon is an old comet?"



"There's an idea!"



"Yes," replied Michel, with an amiable swagger, "I have a few

ideas of that sort."



"But that idea does not spring from Michel," answered Nicholl.



"Well, then, I am a plagiarist."



"No doubt about it. According to the ancients, the Arcadians

pretend that their ancestors inhabited the earth before the moon

became her satellite. Starting from this fact, some scientific

men have seen in the moon a comet whose orbit will one day bring

it so near to the earth that it will be held there by its attraction."



"Is there any truth in this hypothesis?" asked Michel.



"None whatever," said Barbicane, "and the proof is, that the

moon has preserved no trace of the gaseous envelope which always

accompanies comets."



"But," continued Nicholl, "Before becoming the earth's satellite,

could not the moon, when in her perihelion, pass so near the sun

as by evaporation to get rid of all those gaseous substances?"



"It is possible, friend Nicholl, but not probable."



"Why not?"



"Because-- Faith I do not know."



"Ah!" exclaimed Michel, "what hundred of volumes we might make

of all that we do not know!"



"Ah! indeed. What time is it?" asked Barbicane.



"Three o'clock," answered Nicholl.



"How time goes," said Michel, "in the conversation of scientific

men such as we are! Certainly, I feel I know too much! I feel

that I am becoming a well!"



Saying which, Michel hoisted himself to the roof of the projectile,

"to observe the moon better," he pretended. During this time his

companions were watching through the lower glass. Nothing new to note!



When Michel Ardan came down, he went to the side scuttle; and

suddenly they heard an exclamation of surprise!



"What is it?" asked Barbicane.



The president approached the window, and saw a sort of flattened

sack floating some yards from the projectile. This object

seemed as motionless as the projectile, and was consequently

animated with the same ascending movement.



"What is that machine?" continued Michel Ardan. "Is it one of

the bodies which our projectile keeps within its attraction, and

which will accompany it to the moon?"



"What astonishes me," said Nicholl, "is that the specific weight

of the body, which is certainly less than that of the

projectile, allows it to keep so perfectly on a level with it."



"Nicholl," replied Barbicane, after a moment's reflection, "I do

not know what the object it, but I do know why it maintains our level."



"And why?"



"Because we are floating in space, my dear captain, and in space

bodies fall or move (which is the same thing) with equal speed

whatever be their weight or form; it is the air, which by its

resistance creates these differences in weight. When you create

a vacuum in a tube, the objects you send through it, grains of

dust or grains of lead, fall with the same rapidity. Here in

space is the same cause and the same effect."



"Just so," said Nicholl, "and everything we throw out of the

projectile will accompany it until it reaches the moon."



"Ah! fools that we are!" exclaimed Michel.



"Why that expletive?" asked Barbicane.



"Because we might have filled the projectile with useful objects,

books, instruments, tools, etc. We could have thrown them all

out, and all would have followed in our train. But happy thought!

Why cannot we walk outside like the meteor? Why cannot we launch

into space through the scuttle? What enjoyment it would be to

feel oneself thus suspended in ether, more favored than the birds

who must use their wings to keep themselves up!"



"Granted," said Barbicane, "but how to breathe?"



"Hang the air, to fail so inopportunely!"



"But if it did not fail, Michel, your density being less than

that of the projectile, you would soon be left behind."



"Then we must remain in our car?"



"We must!"



"Ah!" exclaimed Michel, in a load voice.



"What is the matter," asked Nicholl.



"I know, I guess, what this pretended meteor is! It is no

asteroid which is accompanying us! It is not a piece of a planet."



"What is it then?" asked Barbicane.



"It is our unfortunate dog! It is Diana's husband!"



Indeed, this deformed, unrecognizable object, reduced to

nothing, was the body of Satellite, flattened like a bagpipe

without wind, and ever mounting, mounting!



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