The First Men in the Moon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about The First Men in the Moon.

The First Men in the Moon eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about The First Men in the Moon.

I tried to thrust my head through the manhole, and the sphere rolled over.  It was as though something had lugged my head down directly it emerged.  I ducked back sharply, or I should have been pinned face under water.  After some wriggling and shoving I managed to crawl out upon sand, over which the retreating waves still came and went.

I did not attempt to stand up.  It seemed to me that my body must be suddenly changed to lead.  Mother Earth had her grip on me now—­no Cavorite intervening.  I sat down heedless of the water that came over my feet.

It was dawn, a gray dawn, rather overcast but showing here and there a long patch of greenish gray.  Some way out a ship was lying at anchor, a pale silhouette of a ship with one yellow light.  The water came rippling in in long shallow waves.  Away to the right curved the land, a shingle bank with little hovels, and at last a lighthouse, a sailing mark and a point.  Inland stretched a space of level sand, broken here and there by pools of water, and ending a mile away perhaps in a low shore of scrub.  To the north-east some isolated watering-place was visible, a row of gaunt lodging-houses, the tallest things that I could see on earth, dull dabs against the brightening sky.  What strange men can have reared these vertical piles in such an amplitude of space I do not know.  There they are, like pieces of Brighton lost in the waste.

For a long time I sat there, yawning and rubbing my face.  At last I struggled to rise.  It made me feel that I was lifting a weight.  I stood up.

I stared at the distant houses.  For the first time since our starvation in the crater I thought of earthly food.  “Bacon,” I whispered, “eggs.  Good toast and good coffee....  And how the devil am I going to all this stuff to Lympne?” I wondered where I was.  It was an east shore anyhow, and I had seen Europe before I dropped.

I heard footsteps crunching in the sand, and a little round-faced, friendly-looking man in flannels, with a bathing towel wrapped about his shoulders, and his bathing dress over his arm, appeared up the beach.  I knew instantly that I must be in England.  He was staring most intently at the sphere and me.  He advanced staring.  I dare say I looked a ferocious savage enough—­dirty, unkempt, to an indescribable degree; but it did not occur to me at the time.  He stopped at a distance of twenty yards.  “Hul-lo, my man!” he said doubtfully.

“Hullo yourself!” said I.

He advanced, reassured by that.  “What on earth is that thing?” he asked.

“Can you tell me where I am?” I asked.

“That’s Littlestone,” he said, pointing to the houses; “and that’s Dungeness!  Have you just landed?  What’s that thing you’ve got?  Some sort of machine?”

“Yes.”

“Have you floated ashore?  Have you been wrecked or something?  What is it?”

I meditated swiftly.  I made an estimate of the little man’s appearance as he drew nearer.  “By Jove!” he said, “you’ve had a time of it!  I thought you—­ Well—­ Where were you cast away?  Is that thing a sort of floating thing for saving life?”

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