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Chapter 7 — Sunrise on the Moon
“Look!Thesunrise!Thesun!”
Heturnedmeaboutandpointedtothebrowoftheeastwardcliff,loomingabovethehazeaboutus,scarcelighterthanthedarknessofthesky.Butnowitslinewasmarkedbystrangereddishshapes,tonguesofvermilionflamethatwrithedanddanced.Ifancieditmustbespiralsofvapourthathadcaughtthelightandmadethiscrestoffierytonguesagainstthesky,butindeeditwasthesolarprominencesIsaw,acrownoffireaboutthesunthatisforeverhiddenfromearthlyeyesbyouratmosphericveil.
Andthen—thesun!
Steadily,inevitablycameabrilliantline,cameathinedgeofintolerableeffulgencethattookacircularshape,becameabow,becameablazingsceptre,andhurledashaftofheatatusasthoughitwasaspear.
Itseemedverilytostabmyeyes!Icriedaloudandturnedaboutblinded,gropingformyblanketbeneaththebale.
Andwiththatincandescencecameasound,thefirstsoundthathadreachedusfromwithoutsincewelefttheearth,ahissingandrustling,thestormytrailingoftheaerialgarmentoftheadvancingday.Andwiththecomingofthesoundandthelightthespherelurched,andblindedanddazzledwestaggeredhelplesslyagainsteachother.Itlurchedagain,andthehissinggrewlouder.Ihadshutmyeyesperforce,Iwasmakingclumsyeffortstocovermyheadwithmyblanket,andthissecondlurchsentmehelplesslyoffmyfeet.Ifellagainstthebale,andopeningmyeyeshadamomentaryglimpseoftheairjustoutsideourglass.Itwasrunning—itwasboiling—likesnowintowhichawhite-hotrodisthrust.
