Part 20 (1/2)
Days pa.s.sed and brought no news of Mona. I did all in my power to appear cheerful, but often made a dismal failure of it. No one could help me, and Thorwald, though sympathetic like all the rest, would allow me no false hopes. He said a systematic and thorough search had been made, both on land and water, without result, and he could see no prospect of any success in the future. But, while I could see that Thorwald was about ready to abandon in despair the attempt to find Mona, I would not give up hope. I did not know at the time what excellent reasons Thorwald had for his feeling, for I did not realize how very complete the search had been, but my own faith was not founded on reason. I simply refused to believe that I should never see again the object of such deep love.
While affairs were in this condition, Thorwald said to us one morning:
”I wonder you have not been more anxious to see one of our flying machines. Our system of aerial navigation is one of the most enjoyable of our material blessings, and I shall take great pleasure in giving you a taste of it.”
”I think one reason,” I answered, ”why we have not asked about it is because we have had so many other interesting things to see, and then you know we had our share of traveling in the air in coming to you.
However, we shall be delighted to see your method at any time when you are pleased to exhibit it.”
”Very well,” said Thorwald; ”then we will get up an expedition at once.
Zenith and Avis will accompany us, I think; and as we shall probably fall in with Foedric, we will send for Antonia to go also.”
”That will make a pleasant party,” I said.
We found all were glad to go and witness our introduction to a modern air s.h.i.+p, and we were soon off.
Not far from the house we found a luxurious carriage of just the right size for us all. We did not see another like it anywhere about, and I was moved to ask:
”How does it happen, Thorwald, that exactly the kind of conveyance you want is ready without any prearrangement? This sort of carriage does not appear to be very plentiful.”
”Things generally 'happen,' as you call it, for our convenience,” he said. ”Is it not so with you to some extent? If all the people wanted to travel in your cars on the same day and at the same hour, they could not easily be accommodated, but some dispensation divides them up so that there are, I presume, about the same number who find it necessary or convenient to travel each day. This subject has been studied by us, and we believe that even these details of our lives are all arranged by him to whom nothing is small, nothing great.”
A pleasant ride of a few miles brought us to a seaport, and to a scene of much activity. It seemed to be a great distributing point, as numerous loads of many kinds of goods were moving about, and immense stores of fruit and vegetables were to be seen. These products of the soil were of bewildering variety and surpa.s.sing richness, showing us that agriculture, providing most of the food of the people, must be a favorite science with many, and one that brought rich rewards. It was pleasing to see everything going on in such a quiet, orderly manner, and so many people at work without friction and with no look of fret, hurry, or fatigue. Everyone seemed to be enjoying his work, if that could be called work which looked so much like pleasure.
After riding through several busy streets we drew near an imposing structure, which Thorwald told us was the front of the aerial station.
At the same time he directed our attention to the sky, and we saw a number of air s.h.i.+ps sailing leisurely along, some just starting out and others apparently returning home. The doctor and I had our interest quickened by this sight and were anxious for a closer view. As the fact of riding in the air was not new to us, we had not been much excited by the prospect of seeing how the Martians did it. But these s.h.i.+ps were so different from anything we had ever seen before that we began to antic.i.p.ate a great deal from our excursion after all.
Going through the building, we came into an immense court or open s.p.a.ce, large enough, one would suppose, for the fleets of a nation. Here were a great number of flying machines of various sizes, all gayly decorated with pleasing colors, and many of them, apparently, waiting for pa.s.sengers. Thorwald selected one of medium size, and as we approached, whom should we find in charge but our young friend Foedric? In answer to Thorwald's question, he told us that both he and his vessel were at our service, and we proceeded to mount to our seats in the car.
Foedric pulled a small lever, and we began to rise. He then expressed his pleasure to the doctor and me that he had the opportunity of making our further acquaintance.
”We are taking them for the ride,” said Thorwald, ”and you may choose any course and go to any height you please.”
We thanked Foedric for his pleasant words, and then he showed us about the car and explained its conveniences. It was quite large, with a number of apartments and accommodations sufficient for a dozen people both day and night. Besides the ordinary furnis.h.i.+ngs for comfortable living, we saw air-condensing machines for use in lofty flights, a good-sized telescope, instruments for measuring speed and height, and other scientific apparatus of much of which we were obliged to ask the use.
Although Foedric was so much younger than Thorwald, he was taller and larger every way--a magnificent specimen of a magnificent race. In speaking to Thorwald he showed a proper respect for his greater age, and he bore himself becomingly in the presence of Zenith; but there was not the slightest sign of subserviency, nor anything to show that, though engaged in what might be called a lowly occupation, he was not on terms of perfect equality and even friends.h.i.+p with them. This easy poise of manner would not have surprised us had we known what Thorwald soon told us, and from this experience we learned never to judge a Martian by the work he happened to be doing.
”Foedric is a scholar,” said Thorwald, ”and is engaged just now in writing a treatise on the color of sounds.”
This announcement was a double surprise, for we would have said, if he was writing anything, that it must be something about ballooning--the application of electricity to flying machinery, perhaps. But Thorwald further enlightened us, the talk going on in Foedric's presence:
”He was attracted to that subject by the fact that he possesses in a striking degree the faculty of hearing color, which belongs only to refined minds. We all have this power to some extent, but in this, as in so many other things, there are great differences among us. As an example of this power, if you will excuse me, Doctor, I will tell you that your voice is dark blue, while yours,” he continued, turning to me, ”is yellow. Foedric, a true son of Mars, speaks red, and as for Zenith, her soft, pink voice has always been to me one of her princ.i.p.al charms, and though it would be folly to deny that she has changed some in appearance (not for the worse, however) since I first knew her, her voice has retained the same tone or color. I will ask Foedric if I am correct in my impressions.”
”Quite correct,” answered Foedric. ”When I first heard your friend, the doctor, speak I thought his voice was brown, but it has changed since to such an extent that I think as you do--that the prevailing tinge is a deep blue. Such cases are not unknown among us, but they are not frequent.”
”If the color of my voice sympathizes with my thoughts,” said the doctor, ”I do not wonder that your quick ears have noticed a change.”
”I ought to say,” resumed Foedric, ”that I have to rely on my friends to tell me the shade of my own voice, for to my ears it is as colorless as a piece of the clearest gla.s.s, and this is the common experience.”