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We
chose
a
still
easier
jump
and
did
it
without
difficulty
,
and
then
leapt
back
again
,
and
to
and
fro
several
times
,
accustoming
our
muscles
to
the
new
standard
.
I
could
never
have
believed
had
I
not
experienced
it
,
how
rapid
that
adaptation
would
be
.
In
a
very
little
time
indeed
,
certainly
after
fewer
than
thirty
leaps
,
we
could
judge
the
effort
necessary
for
a
distance
with
almost
terrestrial
assurance
.
And
all
this
time
the
lunar
plants
were
growing
around
us
,
higher
and
denser
and
more
entangled
,
every
moment
thicker
and
taller
,
spiked
plants
,
green
cactus
masses
,
fungi
,
fleshy
and
lichenous
things
,
strangest
radiate
and
sinuous
shapes
.
But
we
were
so
intent
upon
our
leaping
,
that
for
a
time
we
gave
no
heed
to
their
unfaltering
expansion
.
An
extraordinary
elation
had
taken
possession
of
us
.
Partly
,
I
think
,
it
was
our
sense
of
release
from
the
confinement
of
the
sphere
.
Mainly
,
however
,
the
thin
sweetness
of
the
air
,
which
I
am
certain
contained
a
much
larger
proportion
of
oxygen
than
our
terrestrial
atmosphere
.
In
spite
of
the
strange
quality
of
all
about
us
,
I
felt
as
adventurous
and
experimental
as
a
cockney
would
do
placed
for
the
first
time
among
mountains
and
I
do
not
think
it
occurred
to
either
of
us
,
face
to
face
though
we
were
with
the
unknown
,
to
be
very
greatly
afraid
.
We
were
bitten
by
a
spirit
of
enterprise
.
We
selected
a
lichenous
kopje
perhaps
fifteen
yards
away
,
and
landed
neatly
on
its
summit
one
after
the
other
.
"
Good
!
"
we
cried
to
each
other
;
"
good
!
"
and
Cavor
made
three
steps
and
went
off
to
a
tempting
slope
of
snow
a
good
twenty
yards
and
more
beyond
.
I
stood
for
a
moment
struck
by
the
grotesque
effect
of
his
soaring
figure
--
his
dirty
cricket
cap
,
and
spiky
hair
,
his
little
round
body
,
his
arms
and
his
knicker-bockered
legs
tucked
up
tightly
--
against
the
weird
spaciousness
of
the
lunar
scene
.
A
gust
of
laughter
seized
me
,
and
then
I
stepped
off
to
follow
.
Plump
!
I
dropped
beside
him
.
We
made
a
few
gargantuan
strides
,
leapt
three
or
four
times
more
,
and
sat
down
at
last
in
a
lichenous
hollow
.
Our
lungs
were
painful
.
We
sat
holding
our
sides
and
recovering
our
breath
,
looking
appreciation
to
one
another
.
Cavor
panted
something
about
"
amazing
sensations
.
"
And
then
came
a
thought
into
my
head
For
the
moment
it
did
not
seem
a
particularly
appalling
thought
,
simply
a
natural
question
arising
out
of
the
situation
.
"
By
the
way
,
"
I
said
,
"
where
exactly
is
the
sphere
?
"
Cavor
looked
at
me
.
"
Eh
?
"
The
full
meaning
of
what
we
were
saying
struck
me
sharply
.
