CHAPTER XXVII
FOUL WEATHER
At the moment when that pyramid of fire rose to a prodigious height into
the air, the glare of flame lit up the whole of Florida; and for a moment day
superseded night over a considerable extent of the country. This immense canopy
of fire was perceived at a distance of one hundred miles out at sea, and more
than one ship’s captain entered in his log the appearance of this gigantic
meteor.
The discharge of the Columbiad was accompanied by a perfect earthquake.
Florida was shaken to its very depths. The gases of the powder, expanded by
heat, forced back the atmospheric strata with tremendous violence, and this
artificial hurricane rushed like a water-spout through the air.
Not a single spectator remained on his feet! Men, women children, all
lay prostrate like ears of corn under a tempest. There ensued a terrible
tumult; a large number of persons were seriously injured. J. T. Maston, who,
despite all dictates of prudence, had kept in advance of the mass, was pitched
back 120 feet, shooting like a projectile over the heads of his
fellow-citizens. Three hundred thousand persons remained deaf for a time, and
as though struck stupefied.
As soon as the first effects were over, the injured, the deaf, and
lastly, the crowd in general, woke up with frenzied cries. “Hurrah for
Ardan! Hurrah for Barbicane! Hurrah for Nicholl!” rose to the skies.
Thousands of persons, noses in air, armed with telescopes and race-glasses,
were questioning space, forgetting all contusions and emotions in the one idea
of watching for the projectile. They looked in vain! It was no longer to be
seen, and they were obliged to wait for telegrams from Long’s Peak. The
director of the Cambridge Observatory was at his post on the Rocky Mountains;
and to him, as a skillful and persevering astronomer, all observations had been
confided.
But an unforeseen phenomenon came in to subject the public impatience to
a severe trial.
The weather, hitherto so fine, suddenly changed; the sky became heavy
with clouds. It could not have been otherwise after the terrible derangement of
the atmospheric strata, and the dispersion of the enormous quantity of vapor
arising from the combustion of 200,000 pounds of pyroxyle!
On the morrow the horizon was covered with clouds— a thick and
impenetrable curtain between earth and sky, which unhappily extended as far as
the Rocky Mountains. It was a fatality! But since man had chosen so to disturb
the atmosphere, he was bound to accept the consequences of his experiment.
Supposing, now, that the experiment had succeeded, the travelers having
started on the 1st of December, at 10h. 46m. 40s. P.M., were due on the 4th at
0h. P.M. at their destination. So that up to that time it would have been very
difficult after all to have observed, under such conditions, a body so small as
the shell. Therefore they waited with what patience they might.
From the 4th to the 6th of December inclusive, the weather remaining much
the same in America, the great European instruments of Herschel, Rosse, and
Foucault, were constantly directed toward the moon, for the weather was then
magnificent; but the comparative weakness of their glasses prevented any
trustworthy observations being made.
On the 7th the sky seemed to lighten. They were in hopes now, but their
hope was of but short duration, and at night again thick clouds hid the starry
vault from all eyes.
Matters were now becoming serious, when on the 9th the sun reappeared for
an instant, as if for the purpose of teasing the Americans. It was received
with hisses; and wounded, no doubt, by such a reception, showed itself very
sparing of its rays.
On the 10th, no change! J. T. Maston went nearly mad, and great fears
were entertained regarding the brain of this worthy individual, which had
hitherto been so well preserved within his gutta-percha cranium.
But on the 11th one of those inexplicable tempests peculiar to those
intertropical regions was let loose in the atmosphere. A terrific east wind
swept away the groups of clouds which had been so long gathering, and at night
the semi-disc of the orb of night rode majestically amid the soft
constellations of the sky.
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