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"
Look
!
The
sunrise
!
The
sun
!
"
He
turned
me
about
and
pointed
to
the
brow
of
the
eastward
cliff
,
looming
above
the
haze
about
us
,
scarce
lighter
than
the
darkness
of
the
sky
.
But
now
its
line
was
marked
by
strange
reddish
shapes
,
tongues
of
vermilion
flame
that
writhed
and
danced
.
I
fancied
it
must
be
spirals
of
vapour
that
had
caught
the
light
and
made
this
crest
of
fiery
tongues
against
the
sky
,
but
indeed
it
was
the
solar
prominences
I
saw
,
a
crown
of
fire
about
the
sun
that
is
forever
hidden
from
earthly
eyes
by
our
atmospheric
veil
.
And
then
--
the
sun
!
Steadily
,
inevitably
came
a
brilliant
line
,
came
a
thin
edge
of
intolerable
effulgence
that
took
a
circular
shape
,
became
a
bow
,
became
a
blazing
sceptre
,
and
hurled
a
shaft
of
heat
at
us
as
though
it
was
a
spear
.
It
seemed
verily
to
stab
my
eyes
!
I
cried
aloud
and
turned
about
blinded
,
groping
for
my
blanket
beneath
the
bale
.
And
with
that
incandescence
came
a
sound
,
the
first
sound
that
had
reached
us
from
without
since
we
left
the
earth
,
a
hissing
and
rustling
,
the
stormy
trailing
of
the
aerial
garment
of
the
advancing
day
.
And
with
the
coming
of
the
sound
and
the
light
the
sphere
lurched
,
and
blinded
and
dazzled
we
staggered
helplessly
against
each
other
.
It
lurched
again
,
and
the
hissing
grew
louder
.
I
had
shut
my
eyes
perforce
,
I
was
making
clumsy
efforts
to
cover
my
head
with
my
blanket
,
and
this
second
lurch
sent
me
helplessly
off
my
feet
.
I
fell
against
the
bale
,
and
opening
my
eyes
had
a
momentary
glimpse
of
the
air
just
outside
our
glass
.
It
was
running
--
it
was
boiling
--
like
snow
into
which
a
white-hot
rod
is
thrust
.
What
had
been
solid
air
had
suddenly
at
the
touch
of
the
sun
become
a
paste
,
a
mud
,
a
slushy
liquefaction
,
that
hissed
and
bubbled
into
gas
.
There
came
a
still
more
violent
whirl
of
the
sphere
and
we
had
clutched
one
another
.
In
another
moment
we
were
spun
about
again
.
Round
we
went
and
over
,
and
then
I
was
on
all
fours
.
The
lunar
dawn
had
hold
of
us
.
It
meant
to
show
us
little
men
what
the
moon
could
do
with
us
.
I
caught
a
second
glimpse
of
things
without
,
puffs
of
vapour
,
half
liquid
slush
,
excavated
,
sliding
,
falling
,
sliding
.
We
dropped
into
darkness
.
I
went
down
with
Cavor
's
knees
in
my
chest
.
Then
he
seemed
to
fly
away
from
me
,
and
for
a
moment
I
lay
with
all
the
breath
out
of
my
body
staring
upward
.
A
toppling
crag
of
the
melting
stuff
had
splashed
over
us
,
buried
us
,
and
now
it
thinned
and
boiled
off
us
.
I
saw
the
bubbles
dancing
on
the
glass
above
.
I
heard
Cavor
exclaiming
feebly
.
Then
some
huge
landslip
in
the
thawing
air
had
caught
us
,
and
spluttering
expostulation
,
we
began
to
roll
down
a
slope
,
rolling
faster
and
faster
,
leaping
crevasses
and
rebounding
from
banks
,
faster
and
faster
,
westward
into
the
white-hot
boiling
tumult
of
the
lunar
day
.
