We Are Mysteriously Prevented From Approaching Mars

: To Mars Via The Moon

The days then passed uneventfully until at last the long-looked-for day

arrived, and on the 24th September we were so close to Mars that we

hoped to be able to land on the planet by two o'clock in the afternoon.

We made ourselves a little sprucer than usual, as we wished to do credit

to our own world; and M'Allister wore his overalls to protect his

clothes, although our machinery was not nearly so messy to handle as

/> steam-engines usually are.



We had already examined our three machine-guns so that they might be in

readiness for any emergency, if some of the ideas of which we had read

as to the probable ferocity of the Martians should prove correct. It

had, however, been definitely agreed between us that the guns were only

to be used as a last resort to defend our lives against a wanton attack,

and were to be kept out of sight until they were really required. My own

conception of the Martians was, however, a very different one, though I

thought it quite right to be prepared for anything which might happen.



As Mars was only about twenty-five miles distant, its surface details

could be fairly well seen through the clear thin atmosphere; and, with

the aid of a glass, one question at least was definitely settled-the

numerous lines of vegetation were fairly continuous; but there were no

large canals to be seen, though we thought we could trace some narrow

ones.



We could also see several rapidly moving specks in the sky, which, we

suggested, might be air-ships of some kind; but they were so far off and

indistinct, that we were unable to arrive at a definite conclusion.



Our speed having been gradually reduced, we were now only moving at the

rate of twenty-five miles an hour, and it was therefore time to decide

on a landing-place. John and M'Allister pointed out a conspicuous spot

not very far from the centre of the visible surface of the planet, John

remarking that we should be about right if we landed there, because

several canals converged to it, and it must, therefore, be a place of

some importance. On looking at the map we found that it was marked as

the Nodus Gordii, or "Gordian Knot"; so, really, it seemed an

appropriate landing-place for travellers who were desirous of solving

mysteries.



"Very well, then," I said, "we'll land there if you like, but I had

rather a fancy for a different spot, which is on the Sinus Titanum. It

is that place over there, near the point where the vegetation curves

down in both directions," I remarked, as I pointed out the spot.



"Your place is rather nearer to the equator, and is probably pretty

warm; but really it does not matter where we land so long as we arrive

on the planet. Your votes are two to my one; so, as you have a thumping

majority, go ahead, M'Allister, for the place you have chosen! We will

see whether we can cut the Gordian Knot, if we cannot undo it!"






MARS. MAP III



"Sirapion," the landing-place of the "Areonal," is shown just above the

point of the shaded portion near the top. The "Nodus Gordii," where John

wished to land, is seen between the double canal just above the Equator,

on the left-hand side of the map.]



He accordingly directed his course towards the chosen spot; but we had

not proceeded very far before everything below us suddenly disappeared,

being quite blotted out by something of an ochre tint, which entirely

obscured our view of the country.



"Professor," exclaimed M'Allister, "what is the matter? I cannot see

where we are going!"



"I can guess what it is," I replied; "we have run into one of those

sand-clouds I told you of the other evening, and until we get through,

or it passes away, we shall see nothing else. Perhaps we had better go

on very slowly."



We went on accordingly, but instead of our getting through it, the cloud

seemed to become denser and denser. However, we still pressed on, and,

after what seemed quite a long time, we emerged into somewhat clearer

air, although there was still a thin yellow cloud below us. Our course

had been well maintained, for we seemed to be within ten miles of our

destination, which we could just make out through the thin dust-cloud.



Presently M'Allister called out to me, "Professor, I don't know what is

wrong, but the machinery is slowing down so much that I am afraid we

shall soon come to a dead stop! I have switched on more power, but it

does not seem to make any difference!"



"Well, try a little stronger current," I suggested; "but be careful not

to overdo it, or we may land upon Mars more suddenly than we shall

like."



He tried this, but we had not moved more than a hundred yards when he

found that farther progress was impossible. So here we were, only a few

miles from our destination, yet prevented by an impalpable and unknown

obstacle from reaching it!



We consulted together, but could find no solution of the mystery of this

invisible barrier to our progress. Then John suggested that, as we could

not go straight on, we should try a different course. So M'Allister

altered our course a few points, and once more put on the speed power,

only to be brought to a standstill again after a very short spurt.



"My word!" he exclaimed, "I'll not be beaten like this. I've driven an

old iron tramp-steamer through scores of miles of thick seaweed out in

the tropics, although the machinery was almost worn out and the engines

leaking at every joint. Here goes for full speed ahead!" he cried; and,

so saying, he switched on full power, quite heedless of my shout of "Do

be careful, M'Allister, or we shall all be smashed to pieces!"



"She's got to go!" he replied grimly, "smash or no smash! I never was

beaten yet when pushing my way through obstacles, and I'm too old a hand

to be beaten now!"



However, he found he was beaten this time, for although he switched on

the utmost power, it refused to give any evidence of its existence, and

we had to rely on our neutral power in order to maintain our position in

the air; though, as events proved, we could not have fallen.



The excitement and tension of the work had thrown M'Allister into a

profuse perspiration; and, as he stood moodily mopping his brow with his

handkerchief, I heard him muttering and swearing softly to himself. His

blood was evidently up, for he made another desperate attempt to get

the Areonal to move forward, wrenching his switches with angry jerks,

but it all proved labour in vain.



"Well, what is to be done now, John?" I asked; "we have tried two

courses without any effect!"



"I would suggest, Professor, that we should go up higher," he replied,

"so as to enable us to try again from another altitude, then, perhaps,

we may pass above the obstacle."



"A good thought that, John!" I cried. So up we went, the machinery

working all right now, and our spirits rose as we soared higher; but,

alas! after rising a few hundred yards, the machines began to slow down,

and soon stopped altogether.



"The de'il himself must be taking a hand in this business!" exclaimed

M'Allister, "for this beats the worst experience I ever had! We can't go

up, we can't go down, and we can't go forward! Whatever can we do,

Professor? You're a scientific man; can't you suggest something which

might help?"



"It's a profound mystery to me, M'Allister," I replied, "but we

certainly do not want to remain hung up in space, so I suggest you

should try several different courses. Surely, in some direction we shall

find a way out of this, and get to our destination."



This plan was tried, M'Allister doggedly setting his course first in one

direction, then in another, and trying to put on enough power to force

the vessel along; but time after time we came to a standstill after

moving very slowly for a short distance.



"It looks as though we were to be hung up here indefinitely," said John.

"We do not seem able to get through this mysterious obstacle, whatever

it may be, or whatever course we may try."



"Oh, we've not tried all points yet," I said. "We must not give up now

we have got so close to the object of our trip. Take a fresh course,

M'Allister."



He took a fresh course, and another after that, but with exactly the

same result.



I had never seen M'Allister in such a perturbed state before; he

actually trembled all over with the intensity of his feelings, and his

face had an expression of grim determination such as I should imagine

might be seen on the face of a soldier at bay with his back to a wall,

and fighting for his life against overwhelming numbers of assailants.



"My word!" he exclaimed, "yon's Mars, and here's us, but it doesn't seem

as if we should ever come together. Losh mon, bonnie Scotland for ever!

Here goes for another try!" and he switched on the current again with a

vicious pull.



We watched the machines with intense anxiety, wondering whether this new

course would be any better than the others we had tried-whether the

machines would keep moving, or slow down and stop as before.



No, we kept moving; and soon it was evident we were gaining speed

rapidly.



"Hurrah, hurrah!" I cried in exultation. "We are doing it this time.

Slow down, M'Allister, we are going too fast now!"



"Scotland for ever!" he shrieked. "That did it, Professor!"



Strangely enough, John, usually the most excitable member of our party,

was the calmest of the three, and simply remarked quietly, "We've done

it this time."



Yes, we had indeed done it this time, but our attention had been so

taken up with our anxious watching of the machines that none of us had

noticed the direction we were taking.



We had passed entirely through the last remnant of the sand clouds, and

it was now beautifully clear, the thin air enabling us to see over a

very large area of country. For the first time since leaving the earth I

now opened one of the doors very slightly indeed, and tested the effect

of the real Martian atmosphere.



It seemed to us rather sharp, with a taste something like that of a

tonic medicine, but we were all able to breathe it without any serious

inconvenience, though at first it made us gasp.



Being assured there was no danger, I stepped out on to the platform and

looked down, then started back in utter astonishment, exclaiming to the

others, "Why, look! look! See where we are!"



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