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237 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1928
It appeared rising from the end of the hall, a dark heaving monster, the airship which was to take out the Space-ship.
The crowd became suddenly silent.
In spite of everything, they had not seemed to really expect that the monster ship would go up. They were, as it were, seized by the throat by the reality of what was unbelievable. The very air around seemed to stand still with expectation.
Then whispers passed round.
“The people who are to go up—where are they?”
Indistinct faces appeared at the windows, but they seemed to be phantoms from another world, with no kinship with the watching crowd. They were already being who did not belong to this world.
The photographers and pressmen who had swarmed the out of the open hall thronged round the great ship like a crowd of gnats. They were all pale and had a feverish expression in their eyes.
Still they must wait … wait for what had to come!
Why did they wait, with all nerves strung to breaking point. And the loud-speakers all gave out out the same word at the same moment:
“CAREFUL!”
A man in airman’s costume stood motionless as a block of stone at the cone of the bluish white searchlight. He was to give the signal to start. He only raised his arm, held it for a second, and then let it fall.
The aircraft began to move. And it went out in the night with a rush and a noise grater that that which a hundred sirens on the ocean could not have made. A blow, as though the earth would open, and fire shot forth from a score of burning mouths—shrieking, roaring fire. The aircraft slid on, ran, flew upwards.
The human sea round the lake moved about in waves, and broke into noise as the waves themselves break at the end of their course. Noise without words as the vast mass watched the marvelous thing which was happening.
With a rush like that of a wild beast from its lair, the airship, which bore the Space-Ship aloft with it left the rails whilst the fire raged round it, sprang into the air and appeared like a meteor flying towards the moon, outlined against the sky in its upward flight.
For the crew of the Space-Ship now comes the most grueling part of their expedition the stress of accelerating to eleven thousand two hundred meters per second. For eight minutes they must endure the the crushing weight of acceleration that will allow them to escape earth’s gravitational pull. A few pass out from the strain. This was the strain that Helius feared might be fatal, so there are some anxious moments until the unconscious members of the crew are brought back to consciousness. Suddenly the great weight they have experienced dissolves into weightlessness and they are able to stare out the windows in awe at the earth, sun, and approaching moon.
The next tense scene is avoiding a crash landing on the dark side of the moon, which they accomplish and survive to find their ship half buried in sand, but a breathable atmosphere and lots of mountains filled with gold.
This is the point in the book in which science fiction turns into a fantasy adventure with the discovery of a temple of gold built by ancient civilization and the nefarious Turner attempts to steal the Space-Ship and return to Earth alone. While it proves his undoing, his parting shot does deplete the spacecraft’s oxygen supply for the return journey and the tale concludes with Wolf Helius left behind on the moon, until to his delighted surprise he is greeted by Friede Velten.
As is evident in the above excerpt above, this is a book filled with similes, metaphors, and few noun or verbs that escape being modified by adjectives or adverbs. It is, nevertheless, effective.