The New Citizen Of The United States

: From The Earth To The Moon

That same day all America heard of the affair of Captain Nicholl

and President Barbicane, as well as its singular denouement.

From that day forth, Michel Ardan had not one moment's rest.

Deputations from all corners of the Union harassed him without

cessation or intermission. He was compelled to receive them

all, whether he would or no. How many hands he shook, how many

people he was "hail-fellow-well-met" with, it i impossible

to guess! Such a triumphal result would have intoxicated any

other man; but he managed to keep himself in a state of delightful

semi-tipsiness.



Among the deputations of all kinds which assailed him, that of

"The Lunatics" were careful not to forget what they owed to the

future conqueror of the moon. One day, certain of these poor

people, so numerous in America, came to call upon him, and

requested permission to return with him to their native country.



"Singular hallucination!" said he to Barbicane, after having

dismissed the deputation with promises to convey numbers of

messages to friends in the moon. "Do you believe in the

influence of the moon upon distempers?"



"Scarcely!"



"No more do I, despite some remarkable recorded facts of history.

For instance, during an epidemic in 1693, a large number of

persons died at the very moment of an eclipse. The celebrated

Bacon always fainted during an eclipse. Charles VI relapsed

six times into madness during the year 1399, sometimes during

the new, sometimes during the full moon. Gall observed that

insane persons underwent an accession of their disorder twice

in every month, at the epochs of new and full moon. In fact,

numerous observations made upon fevers, somnambulisms, and other

human maladies, seem to prove that the moon does exercise some

mysterious influence upon man."



"But the how and the wherefore?" asked Barbicane.



"Well, I can only give you the answer which Arago borrowed from

Plutarch, which is nineteen centuries old. `Perhaps the stories

are not true!'"



In the height of his triumph, Michel Ardan had to encounter all

the annoyances incidental to a man of celebrity. Managers of

entertainments wanted to exhibit him. Barnum offered him a

million dollars to make a tour of the United States in his show.

As for his photographs, they were sold of all size, and his

portrait taken in every imaginable posture. More than half a

million copies were disposed of in an incredibly short space of time.



But it was not only the men who paid him homage, but the women

as well. He might have married well a hundred times over, if he

had been willing to settle in life. The old maids, in

particular, of forty years and upward, and dry in proportion,

devoured his photographs day and night. They would have married

him by hundreds, even if he had imposed upon them the condition

of accompanying him into space. He had, however, no intention

of transplanting a race of Franco-Americans upon the surface of

the moon.



He therefore declined all offers.



As soon as he could withdraw from these somewhat embarrassing

demonstrations, he went, accompanied by his friends, to pay a

visit to the Columbiad. He was highly gratified by his

inspection, and made the descent to the bottom of the tube of

this gigantic machine which was presently to launch him to the

regions of the moon. It is necessary here to mention a proposal

of J. T. Maston's. When the secretary of the Gun Club found

that Barbicane and Nicholl accepted the proposal of Michel

Ardan, he determined to join them, and make one of a smug party

of four. So one day he determined to be admitted as one of the

travelers. Barbicane, pained at having to refuse him, gave him

clearly to understand that the projectile could not possibly

contain so many passengers. Maston, in despair, went in search

of Michel Ardan, who counseled him to resign himself to the

situation, adding one or two arguments ad hominem.



"You see, old fellow," he said, "you must not take what I say in

bad part; but really, between ourselves, you are in too

incomplete a condition to appear in the moon!"



"Incomplete?" shrieked the valiant invalid.



"Yes, my dear fellow! imagine our meeting some of the

inhabitants up there! Would you like to give them such a

melancholy notion of what goes on down here? to teach them what

war is, to inform them that we employ our time chiefly in

devouring each other, in smashing arms and legs, and that too

on a globe which is capable of supporting a hundred billions

of inhabitants, and which actually does contain nearly two

hundred millions? Why, my worthy friend, we should have to

turn you out of doors!"



"But still, if you arrive there in pieces, you will be as

incomplete as I am."



"Unquestionably," replied Michel Ardan; "but we shall not."



In fact, a preparatory experiment, tried on the 18th of October,

had yielded the best results and caused the most well-grounded

hopes of success. Barbicane, desirous of obtaining some notion

of the effect of the shock at the moment of the projectile's

departure, had procured a 38-inch mortar from the arsenal

of Pensacola. He had this placed on the bank of Hillisborough

Roads, in order that the shell might fall back into the sea, and

the shock be thereby destroyed. His object was to ascertain the

extent of the shock of departure, and not that of the return.



A hollow projectile had been prepared for this curious experiment.

A thick padding fastened upon a kind of elastic network, made of

the best steel, lined the inside of the walls. It was a veritable

nest most carefully wadded.



"What a pity I can't find room in there," said J. T. Maston,

regretting that his height did not allow of his trying the adventure.



Within this shell were shut up a large cat, and a squirrel

belonging to J. T. Maston, and of which he was particularly fond.

They were desirous, however, of ascertaining how this little

animal, least of all others subject to giddiness, would endure

this experimental voyage.



The mortar was charged with 160 pounds of powder, and the shell

placed in the chamber. On being fired, the projectile rose with

great velocity, described a majestic parabola, attained a height

of about a thousand feet, and with a graceful curve descended in

the midst of the vessels that lay there at anchor.



Without a moment's loss of time a small boat put off in the

direction of its fall; some divers plunged into the water

and attached ropes to the handles of the shell, which was

quickly dragged on board. Five minutes did not elapse between

the moment of enclosing the animals and that of unscrewing the

coverlid of their prison.



Ardan, Barbicane, Maston, and Nicholl were present on board the

boat, and assisted at the operation with an interest which may

readily be comprehended. Hardly had the shell been opened when

the cat leaped out, slightly bruised, but full of life, and

exhibiting no signs whatever of having made an aerial expedition.

No trace, however, of the squirrel could be discovered. The truth

at last became apparent-- the cat had eaten its fellow-traveler!



J. T. Maston grieved much for the loss of his poor squirrel, and

proposed to add its case to that of other martyrs to science.



After this experiment all hesitation, all fear disappeared.

Besides, Barbicane's plans would ensure greater perfection for

his projectile, and go far to annihilate altogether the effects

of the shock. Nothing now remained but to go!



Two days later Michel Ardan received a message from the

President of the United States, an honor of which he showed

himself especially sensible.



After the example of his illustrious fellow-countryman, the

Marquis de la Fayette, the government had decreed to him the

title of "Citizen of the United States of America."