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I
roused
myself
at
last
,
and
with
an
effort
got
myself
out
of
the
sphere
.
I
shivered
as
I
emerged
,
for
the
evening
air
was
growing
very
cold
.
I
stood
in
the
hollow
staring
about
me
.
I
scrutinised
the
bushes
round
me
very
carefully
before
I
leapt
to
the
rocky
shelf
hard
by
,
and
took
once
more
what
had
been
my
first
leap
in
the
moon
.
But
now
I
made
it
with
no
effort
whatever
.
The
growth
and
decay
of
the
vegetation
had
gone
on
apace
,
and
the
whole
aspect
of
the
rocks
had
changed
,
but
still
it
was
possible
to
make
out
the
slope
on
which
the
seeds
had
germinated
,
and
the
rocky
mass
from
which
we
had
taken
our
first
view
of
the
crater
.
But
the
spiky
shrub
on
the
slope
stood
brown
and
sere
now
,
and
thirty
feet
high
,
and
cast
long
shadows
that
stretched
out
of
sight
,
and
the
little
seeds
that
clustered
in
its
upper
branches
were
brown
and
ripe
.
Its
work
was
done
,
and
it
was
brittle
and
ready
to
fall
and
crumple
under
the
freezing
air
,
so
soon
as
the
nightfall
came
.
And
the
huge
cacti
,
that
had
swollen
as
we
watched
them
,
had
long
since
burst
and
scattered
their
spores
to
the
four
quarters
of
the
moon
.
Amazing
little
corner
in
the
universe
--
the
landing
place
of
men
!
Some
day
,
thought
I
,
I
will
have
an
inscription
standing
there
right
in
the
midst
of
the
hollow
.
It
came
to
me
,
if
only
this
teeming
world
within
knew
of
the
full
import
of
the
moment
,
how
furious
its
tumult
would
become
!
But
as
yet
it
could
scarcely
be
dreaming
of
the
significance
of
our
coming
.
For
if
it
did
,
the
crater
would
surely
be
an
uproar
of
pursuit
,
instead
of
as
still
as
death
!
I
looked
about
for
some
place
from
which
I
might
signal
Cavor
,
and
saw
that
same
patch
of
rock
to
which
he
had
leapt
from
my
present
standpoint
,
still
bare
and
barren
in
the
sun
.
For
a
moment
I
hesitated
at
going
so
far
from
the
sphere
.
Then
with
a
pang
of
shame
at
that
hesitation
,
I
leapt
...
From
this
vantage
point
I
surveyed
the
crater
again
.
Far
away
at
the
top
of
the
enormous
shadow
I
cast
was
the
little
white
handkerchief
fluttering
on
the
bushes
.
It
was
very
little
and
very
far
,
and
Cavor
was
not
in
sight
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
by
this
time
he
ought
to
be
looking
for
me
.
That
was
the
agreement
.
But
he
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
I
stood
waiting
and
watching
,
hands
shading
my
eyes
,
expecting
every
moment
to
distinguish
him
.
Very
probably
I
stood
there
for
quite
a
long
time
.
I
tried
to
shout
,
and
was
reminded
of
the
thinness
of
the
air
.
I
made
an
undecided
step
back
towards
the
sphere
.
But
a
lurking
dread
of
the
Selenites
made
me
hesitate
to
signal
my
whereabouts
by
hoisting
one
of
our
sleeping-blankets
on
to
the
adjacent
scrub
.
I
searched
the
crater
again
.
It
had
an
effect
of
emptiness
that
chilled
me
.
And
it
was
still
.
Any
sound
from
the
Selenites
in
the
world
beneath
had
died
away
.
It
was
as
still
as
death
.
Save
for
the
faint
stir
of
the
shrub
about
me
in
the
little
breeze
that
was
rising
,
there
was
no
sound
nor
shadow
of
a
sound
.
And
the
breeze
blew
chill
.
Confound
Cavor
!
