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The Hymn of the Cannon-Ball
TheRodmanColumbiadthrewashotweighinghalfatonadistanceofsixmiles,withavelocityof800yardspersecond—aresultwhichArmstrongandPalisserhaveneverobtainedinEngland."
"This,"repliedBarbicane,"is,Ibelieve,themaximumvelocityeverattained?"
"Itisso,"repliedthegeneral.
"Ah!"groanedJ.T.Maston,"ifmymortarhadnotburst——"
"Yes,"quietlyrepliedBarbicane,"butitdidburst.Wemusttake,then,forourstartingpoint,thisvelocityof800yards.Wemustincreaseittwenty-fold.Now,reservingforanotherdiscussionthemeansofproducingthisvelocity,Iwillcallyourattentiontothedimensionswhichitwillbepropertoassigntotheshot.Youunderstandthatwehavenothingtodoherewithprojectilesweighingatmostbuthalfaton."
"Whynot?"demandedthemajor.
"Becausetheshot,"quicklyrepliedJ.T.Maston,"mustbebigenoughtoattracttheattentionoftheinhabitantsofthemoon,ifthereareany?"
"Yes,"repliedBarbicane,"andforanotherreasonmoreimportantstill."
"Whatmeanyou?"askedthemajor.
"Imeanthatitisnotenoughtodischargeaprojectile,andthentakenofurthernoticeofit;wemustfollowitthroughoutitscourse,uptothemomentwhenitshallreachitsgoal."
"What?"shoutedthegeneralandthemajoringreatsurprise.
"Undoubtedly,"repliedBarbicanecomposedly,"orourexperimentwouldproducenoresult."
"Butthen,"repliedthemajor,"youwillhavetogivethisprojectileenormousdimensions."