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And
after
evading
them
for
some
time
I
fell
into
a
crevasse
,
cut
my
head
rather
badly
,
and
displaced
my
patella
,
and
,
finding
crawling
very
painful
,
decided
to
surrender
--
if
they
would
still
permit
me
to
do
so
.
This
they
did
,
and
,
perceiving
my
helpless
condition
,
carried
me
with
them
again
into
the
moon
.
And
of
Bedford
I
have
heard
or
seen
nothing
more
,
nor
,
so
far
as
I
can
gather
,
has
any
Selenite
.
Either
the
night
overtook
him
in
the
crater
,
or
else
,
which
is
more
probable
,
he
found
the
sphere
,
and
,
desiring
to
steal
a
march
upon
me
,
made
off
with
it
--
only
,
I
fear
,
to
find
it
uncontrollable
,
and
to
meet
a
more
lingering
fate
in
outer
space
.
"
And
with
that
Cavor
dismisses
me
and
goes
on
to
more
interesting
topics
.
I
dislike
the
idea
of
seeming
to
use
my
position
as
his
editor
to
deflect
his
story
in
my
own
interest
,
but
I
am
obliged
to
protest
here
against
the
turn
he
gives
these
occurrences
.
He
said
nothing
about
that
gasping
message
on
the
blood-stained
paper
in
which
he
told
,
or
attempted
to
tell
,
a
very
different
story
.
The
dignified
self-surrender
is
an
altogether
new
view
of
the
affair
that
has
come
to
him
,
I
must
insist
,
since
he
began
to
feel
secure
among
the
lunar
people
;
and
as
for
the
"
stealing
a
march
"
conception
,
I
am
quite
willing
to
let
the
reader
decide
between
us
on
what
he
has
before
him
.
I
know
I
am
not
a
model
man
--
I
have
made
no
pretence
to
be
.
But
am
I
that
?
However
,
that
is
the
sum
of
my
wrongs
.
From
this
point
I
can
edit
Cavor
with
an
untroubled
mind
,
for
he
mentions
me
no
more
.
It
would
seem
the
Selenites
who
had
come
upon
him
carried
him
to
some
point
in
the
interior
down
"
a
great
shaft
"
by
means
of
what
he
describes
as
"
a
sort
of
balloon
.
"
We
gather
from
the
rather
confused
passage
in
which
he
describes
this
,
and
from
a
number
of
chance
allusions
and
hints
in
other
and
subsequent
messages
,
that
this
"
great
shaft
"
is
one
of
an
enormous
system
of
artificial
shafts
that
run
,
each
from
what
is
called
a
lunar
"
crater
,
"
downwards
for
very
nearly
a
hundred
miles
towards
the
central
portion
of
our
satellite
.
These
shafts
communicate
by
transverse
tunnels
,
they
throw
out
abysmal
caverns
and
expand
into
great
globular
places
;
the
whole
of
the
moon
's
substance
for
a
hundred
miles
inward
,
indeed
,
is
a
mere
sponge
of
rock
.
"
Partly
,
"
says
Cavor
,
"
this
sponginess
is
natural
,
but
very
largely
it
is
due
to
the
enormous
industry
of
the
Selenites
in
the
past
.
The
enormous
circular
mounds
of
the
excavated
rock
and
earth
it
is
that
form
these
great
circles
about
the
tunnels
known
to
earthly
astronomers
(
misled
by
a
false
analogy
)
as
volcanoes
.
"
It
was
down
this
shaft
they
took
him
,
in
this
"
sort
of
balloon
"
he
speaks
of
,
at
first
into
an
inky
blackness
and
then
into
a
region
of
continually
increasing
phosphorescence
.
Cavor
's
despatches
show
him
to
be
curiously
regardless
of
detail
for
a
scientific
man
,
but
we
gather
that
this
light
was
due
to
the
streams
and
cascades
of
water
--
"
no
doubt
containing
some
phosphorescent
organism
"
--
that
flowed
ever
more
abundantly
downward
towards
the
Central
Sea
.
And
as
he
descended
,
he
says
,
"
The
Selenites
also
became
luminous
.
"
And
at
last
far
below
him
he
saw
,
as
it
were
,
a
lake
of
heatless
fire
,
the
waters
of
the
Central
Sea
,
glowing
and
eddying
in
strange
perturbation
,
"
like
luminous
blue
milk
that
is
just
on
the
boil
.
"
"
This
Lunar
Sea
,
"
says
Cavor
,
in
a
later
passage
,
"
is
not
a
stagnant
ocean
;
a
solar
tide
sends
it
in
a
perpetual
flow
around
the
lunar
axis
,
and
strange
storms
and
boilings
and
rushings
of
its
waters
occur
,
and
at
times
cold
winds
and
thunderings
that
ascend
out
of
it
into
the
busy
ways
of
the
great
ant-hill
above
.
It
is
only
when
the
water
is
in
motion
that
it
gives
out
light
;
in
its
rare
seasons
of
calm
it
is
black
.
Commonly
,
when
one
sees
it
,
its
waters
rise
and
fall
in
an
oily
swell
,
and
flakes
and
big
rafts
of
shining
,
bubbly
foam
drift
with
the
sluggish
,
faintly
glowing
current
.
The
Selenites
navigate
its
cavernous
straits
and
lagoons
in
little
shallow
boats
of
a
canoe-like
shape
;
and
even
before
my
journey
to
the
galleries
about
the
Grand
Lunar
,
who
is
Master
of
the
Moon
,
I
was
permitted
to
make
a
brief
excursion
on
its
waters
.
"
The
caverns
and
passages
are
naturally
very
tortuous
.
A
large
proportion
of
these
ways
are
known
only
to
expert
pilots
among
the
fishermen
,
and
not
infrequently
Selenites
are
lost
for
ever
in
their
labyrinths
.
In
their
remoter
recesses
,
I
am
told
,
strange
creatures
lurk
,
some
of
them
terrible
and
dangerous
creatures
that
all
the
science
of
the
moon
has
been
unable
to
exterminate
.
There
is
particularly
the
Rapha
,
an
inextricable
mass
of
clutching
tentacles
that
one
hacks
to
pieces
only
to
multiply
;
and
the
Tzee
,
a
darting
creature
that
is
never
seen
,
so
subtly
and
suddenly
does
it
slay
...
"
He
gives
us
a
gleam
of
description
.
