H. G. Wells

by The First Men in the Moon

  Cavor replied to my third repetition of my ‘surplus population’ remark with similar words of approval. I felt that my head swam, but I put this down to the stimulating effect of food after a long fast. ‘Ess'lent discov'ry, yours, Cavor,’ said I. ‘Se'nd on'y to the 'tato.’

  ‘Whajer mean?’ asked Cavor. ‘'Scovery of the moon – se'nd on'y to the 'tato?’4

  I looked at him, shocked at his suddenly hoarse voice and by the badness of his articulation. It occurred to me in a flash that he was intoxicated, possibly by the fungus. It also occurred to me that he erred in imagining that he had discovered the moon – he had not discovered it, he had only reached it. I tried to lay my hand on his arm and explain this to him, but the issue was too subtle for his brain. It was also unexpectedly difficult to express. After a momentary attempt to understand me – I remember wondering if the fungus had made my eyes as fishy as his – he set off upon some observations on his own account.

  ‘We are,’ he announced, with a solemn hiccup, ‘the creashurso’ what we eat and drink.’5

  He repeated this, and as I was now in one of my subtle moods I determined to dispute it. Possibly I wandered a little from the point. But Cavor certainly did not attend at all properly. He stood up as well as he could, putting a hand on my head to steady himself, which was disrespectful, and stood staring about him, quite devoid now of any fear of the moon beings.

  I tried to point out that this was dangerous, for some reason that was not perfectly clear to me; but the word ‘dangerous’ had somehow got mixed with ‘indiscreet’, and came out rather more like ‘injurious’ than either, and after an attempt to disentangle them I resumed my argument, addressing myself principally to the unfamiliar but attentive coralline6 growths on either side. I felt that it was necessary to clear up this confusion between the moon and a potato at once – I wandered into a long parenthesis on the importance of precision of definition in argument. I did my best to ignore the fact that my bodily sensations were no longer agreeable.

  In some way that I have now forgotten my mind was led back to projects of colonization. ‘We must annex this moon,’ I said. ‘There must be no shilly-shally. This is part of the White Man's Burden7 Cavor – we are – hic – Satap – mean Satraps8! Nempire Cæsar9 never dreamt. B'in all the newspapers.10 Cavorecia. Bedfordecia. Bedfordecia. Hic – Limited. Mean – unlimited! Practically.’

  Certainly I was intoxicated. I embarked upon an argument to show the infinite benefits our arrival would confer upon the moon. I involved myself in a rather difficult proof that the arrival of Columbus was, after all, beneficial to America. I found I had forgotten the line of argument I had intended to pursue, and continued to repeat ‘sim'lar to C'lumbus’ to fill up time.

  From that point my memory of the action of that abominable fungus becomes confused. I remember vaguely that we declared our intention of standing no nonsense from any confounded insects, that we decided it ill became men to hide shamefully upon a mere satellite, that we equipped ourselves with huge armfuls of the fungi – whether for missile purposes or not I do not know – and, heedless of the stabs of the bayonet shrub, we started forth into the sunshine.

  Almost immediately we must have come upon the Selenites. There were six of them, and they were marching in single file over a rocky place, making the most remarkable piping and whining sounds. They all seemed to become aware of us at once, all instantly became silent and motionless like animals, with their faces turned towards us.

  For a moment I was sobered.

  ‘Insects,’ murmured Cavor, ‘insects! – and they think I'm going to crawl about on my stomach – on my vertebrated stomach!

  ‘Stomach,’ he repeated, slowly, as though he chewed the indignity.

  Then suddenly, with a sort of fury, he made three vast strides and leapt towards them. He leapt badly; he made a series of somersaults in the air, whirled right over them, and vanished with an enormous splash amidst the cactus bladders. What the Selenites made of this amazing, and to my mind undignified, irruption from another planet, I have no means of guessing. I seem to remember the sight of their backs as they ran in all directions – but I am not sure. All these last incidents before oblivion came are vague and faint in my mind. I know I made a step to follow Cavor, and tripped and fell headlong among the rocks. I was, I am certain, suddenly and vehemently ill. I seem to remember a violent struggle, and being gripped by metallic clasps….

  My next clear recollection is that we were prisoners at we knew not what depth beneath the moon's surface; we were in darkness amidst strange, distracting noises; our bodies covered with scratches and bruises, and our heads racked with pain.

  12

  THE SELENITE'S FACE

  I found myself sitting crouched together in a tumultuous darkness. For a long time I could not understand where I was nor how had come to this perplexity. I thought of the cupboard into which I had been thrust at times when I was a child, and then of a very dark and noisy bedroom in which I had slept during an illness. But these sounds about me were not noises I had known, and there was a thin flavour in the air like the wind of a stable. Then I supposed we must still be at work upon the sphere, and that somehow I had got into the cellar of Cavor's house. I remembered we had finished the sphere, and fancied I must still be in it and travelling through space.

  ‘Cavor,’ I said, ‘cannot we have some light?’

  There came no answer.

  ‘Cavor!’ I insisted.

  I was answered by a groan. ‘My head!’ I heard him say, ‘my head!’

  I attempted to press my hands to my brow, which ached, and discovered they were tied together. This startled me very much. I brought them up to my mouth and felt the cold smoothness of metal. They were chained together. I tried to separate my legs and made out they were similarly fastened, and also I was fastened to the ground by a much thicker chain about the middle of my body.

  I was more frightened than I had yet been by anything in all our strange experiences. For a time I tugged silently at my bonds. ‘Cavor!’ I cried out, sharply, ‘why am I tied? Why have you tied me hand and foot?’

  ‘I haven't tied you,’ he answered. ‘It's the Selenites.’

  The Selenites! My mind hung on that for a space. Then my memories came back to me; the snowy desolation, the thawing of the air, the growth of the plants, our strange hopping and crawling among the rocks and vegetation of the crater. All the distress of our frantic search for the sphere returned to me… . Finally the opening of the great lid that covered the pit!

  Then as I strained to trace our later movements down to our present plight the pain in my head became intolerable. I came to an insurmountable barrier, an obstinate blank.

  ‘Cavor!’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Where are we?’

  ‘How should I know?’

  ‘Are we dead?’

  ‘What nonsense!’

  ‘They've got us, then!’

  He made no answer but a grunt. The lingering traces of the poison seemed to make him oddly irritable.

  ‘What do you mean to do?’

  ‘How should I know what to do?’

  ‘Oh, very well,’ said I, and became silent. Presently I was roused from a stupor. ‘Oh, Lord!’ I cried, ‘I wish you'd stop that buzzing.’

  We lapsed into silence again, listening to the dull confusion of noises, like the muffled sounds of a street or factory, that filled our ears. I could make nothing of it; my mind pursued first one rhythm and then another, and questioned it in vain. But after a long time I became aware of a new and sharper element, not mingling with the rest, but standing out, as it were, against that cloudy background of sound. It was a series of little definite sounds, tappings and rubbings like a loose spray of ivy against a window or a bird moving about upon a box. We listened and peered about us, but the darkness was a velvet pall. There followed a noise like the subtle movement of the wards of a well-oiled lock. And then there appeared before me, hanging as it seemed in an immensity of bl
ack, a thin bright line.

  ‘Look!’ whispered Cavor, very softly.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘I don't know.’

  We stared.

  The thin bright line became a band, broader and paler. It took upon itself the quality of a bluish light falling upon a whitewashed wall. It ceased to be parallel-sided; it developed a deep indentation on one side. I turned to remark this to Cavor, and was amazed to see his ear in a brilliant illumination – all the rest of him in shadow. I twisted my head round as well as my bonds would permit. ‘Cavor!’ I said, ‘it's behind!’

  His ear vanished – gave place to an eye!

  Suddenly the crack that had been admitting the light broadened out and revealed itself as the space of an opening door. Beyond was a sapphire vista, and in the doorway stood a gro-tesque outline silhouetted against the glare.

  We both made convulsive efforts to turn, and, failing, sat staring over our shoulders at this. My first impression was of some clumsy quadruped with lowered head. Then I perceived it was the slender, pinched body and short and extremely attenuated bandy legs of a Selenite, with his head depressed between his shoulders. He was without the helmet and body-covering they wear upon the exterior.

  He was a blank black figure to us, but instinctively our imaginations supplied features to his very human outline. I at least took it instantly that he was somewhat hunchbacked, with a high forehead and long features.

  He came forward three steps and paused for a time. His movements seemed absolutely noiseless. Then he came forward again. He walked like a bird – his feet fell one in front of the other. He stepped out of the ray of light that came through the doorway, and it seemed that he vanished altogether in the shadow.

  For a moment my eyes sought him in the wrong place, and then I perceived him standing facing us both in the full light. Only the human features I had attributed to him were not there at all!

  Of course I ought to have expected that, only I did not. It came to me as an absolute, for a moment an overwhelming, shock. It seemed as though it wasn't a face; as though it must needs be a mask, a horror, a deformity that would presently be disavowed or explained. There was no nose, and the thing had bulging eyes at the side – in the silhouette I had supposed they were ears… I have tried to draw one of these heads, but I cannot.

  There was a mouth, downwardly curved, like a human mouth in a face that stared ferociously.

  The neck on which the head was poised was jointed in three places, almost like the short joints in the leg of a crab. The joints of the limbs I could not see because of the puttee-like straps in which they were swathed, and which formed the only clothing the being wore.

  There the thing was, looking at us!

  At the time my mind was taken up by the mad impossibility of the creature. I suppose he also was amazed – and with more reason, perhaps, for amazement than we. Only, confound him, he did not show it. We did at least know what had brought about this meeting of incompatible creatures. But conceive how it would seem to decent Londoners, for example, to come upon a couple of living things, as big as men and absolutely unlike any other earthly animals, careering about among the sheep in Hyde Park1!

  It must have taken him like that.

  Imagine us! We were bound hand and foot, fagged and filthy, our beards two inches long, our faces scratched and bloody. Cavor you must imagine in his knickerbockers (torn in several places by the bayonet scrub), his Jaeger shirt and old cricket cap, his wiry hair wildly disordered, a tail to every quarter of the heavens. In that blue light his face did not look red, but very dark; his lips and the drying blood upon his hands seemed black. If possible I was in a worse plight than he, on account of the yellow fungus into which I had jumped. Our jackets were unbuttoned, and our shoes had been taken off and lay at our feet. We were sitting with our backs to the queer, bluish light, peering at such a monster as Dürer2 might have invented.

  Cavor broke the silence, started to speak, went hoarse, and cleared his throat. Outside began a terrific bellowing, as of a mooncalf in trouble. It ended in a shriek, and everything was still again.

  Presently the Selenite turned about, flickered into the shadow, stood for a moment retrospective at the door, and then closed it on us, and once more we were in that murmurous mystery of darkness into which we had awakened.

  13

  MR CAVOR MAKES SOME SUGGESTIONS

  For a time neither of us spoke. To focus all the things we had brought upon ourselves seemed beyond my mental powers.

  ‘They've got us,’ I said at last.

  ‘It was that fungus.’

  ‘Well, if I hadn't taken it we should have fainted and starved.’

  ‘We might have found the sphere.’

  I lost my temper at his persistence and swore to myself. For a time we hated each other in silence. I drummed with my fingers on the floor between my knees and ground the links of my fetters together. Presently I was forced to talk again.

  ‘What do you make of it, anyhow?’ I asked humbly.

  ‘They are reasonable creatures – they can make things and do things. Those lights we saw…’

  He stopped. It was clear he could make nothing of it.

  When he spoke again it was to confess. ‘After all, they are more human than we had a right to expect. I suppose —’

  He stopped irritatingly.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I suppose anyhow – on any planet, where there is an intelligent animal, it will carry its brain case upward, and have hands and walk erect…’

  Presently he broke away in another direction.

  ‘We are some way in,’ he said. ‘I mean – perhaps a couple of thousand feet or more.’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘It's cooler. And our voices are so much louder. That faded quality – it has altogether gone. And the feeling in one's ears and throat.’

  I had not noted that, but I did now.

  ‘The air is denser. We must be some depth – a mile even we may be – inside the moon.’

  ‘We never thought of a world inside the moon.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘How could we?’

  ‘We might have done. Only – one gets into habits of mind.’

  He thought for a time.

  ‘Now,’ he said, ‘it seems such an obvious thing. Of course! The moon must be enormously cavernous with an atmosphere within, and at the centre of its caverns a sea. One knew that the moon had a lower specific gravity than the earth; one knew that it had little air or water outside; one knew, too, that it was sister planet to the earth and that it was unaccountable that it should be different in composition. The inference that it was hollowed out was as clear as day. And yet one never saw it as a fact. Kepler, of course –’ His voice had the interest now of a man who has discovered a pretty sequence of reasoning.

  ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘Kepler, with his subvolvani, 1 was right after all.’

  ‘I wish you had taken the trouble to find that out before we came,’ I said.

  He answered nothing, buzzing to himself softly as he pursued his thoughts. My temper was going. ‘What do you think has become of the sphere, anyhow?’ I asked.

  ‘Lost,’ he said, like a man who answers an uninteresting question.

  ‘Among those plants?’

  ‘Unless they find it.’

  ‘And then?’

  ‘How can I tell?’

  ‘Cavor,’ I said, with a sort of hysterical bitterness, ‘things look bright for my Company.’

  He made no answer.

  ‘Good Lord!’ I exclaimed. ‘Just think of all the trouble we took to get into this pickle! What did we come for? What are we after? What was the moon to us, or we to the moon? We wanted too much, we tried too much. We ought to have started the little things first. It was you proposed the moon! Those Cavorite spring blinds! I am certain we could have worked them for terrestrial purposes. Certain! Did you really understand what I proposed? A steel cylinder—’

  ‘Rubbish!’ said Cavor
.

  We ceased to converse.

  For a time Cavor kept up a broken monologue without much help from me.

  ‘If they find it,’ he began; ‘if they find it… what will they do with it? Well, that's a question! It may be that's the question. They won't understand it, anyhow. If they understood that sort of thing they would have come long since to the earth. Would they? Why shouldn't they? But they would have sent something – They couldn't keep their hands off such a possibility. No! But they will examine it. Clearly they are intelligent and inquisitive. They will examine it – get inside it – trifle with the studs. Off!… That would mean the moon for us for all the rest of our lives. Strange creatures, strange knowledge…’

  ‘As for strange knowledge –!’ said I, and language failed me.

  ‘Look here, Bedford,’ said Cavor. ‘You came on this expedition of your own free will.’

  ‘You said to me – “call it prospecting”.’

  ‘There are always risks in prospecting.’

  ‘Especially when you do it unarmed and without thinking out every possibility.’

  ‘I was so taken up with the sphere. The thing rushed on us and carried us away.’

  ‘Rushed on me, you mean.’

  ‘Rushed on me just as much. How was I to know when I set to work on molecular physics that the business would bring me here – of all places?’

  ‘It's this accursed Science,’ I cried. ‘It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way. Old passions and new weapons – now it upsets your religion, now it upsets your social ideas, now it whirls you off to desolation and misery!’

  ‘Anyhow, it's no use your quarrelling with me now. These creatures – these Selenites – or whatever we choose to call them, have got us tied hand and foot. Whatever temper you choose to go through with it in, you will have to go through with it…. We have experiences before us that will need all our coolness.’