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I
did
not
wait
to
be
told
twice
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
I
,
"
what
are
we
to
do
?
"
"
Wait
,
"
he
said
.
"
Wait
?
"
"
Of
course
We
shall
have
to
wait
until
our
air
gets
warm
again
,
and
then
this
glass
will
clear
.
We
ca
n't
do
anything
till
then
.
It
's
night
here
yet
;
we
must
wait
for
the
day
to
overtake
us
.
Meanwhile
,
do
n't
you
feel
hungry
?
"
For
a
space
I
did
not
answer
him
,
but
sat
fretting
.
I
turned
reluctantly
from
the
smeared
puzzle
of
the
glass
and
stared
at
his
face
.
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
I
am
hungry
.
I
feel
somehow
enormously
disappointed
.
I
had
expected
--
I
do
n't
know
what
I
had
expected
,
but
not
this
.
"
I
summoned
my
philosophy
,
and
rearranging
my
blanket
about
me
sat
down
on
the
bale
again
and
began
my
first
meal
on
the
moon
.
I
do
n't
think
I
finished
it
--
I
forget
.
Presently
,
first
in
patches
,
then
running
rapidly
together
into
wider
spaces
,
came
the
clearing
of
the
glass
,
came
the
drawing
of
the
misty
veil
that
hid
the
moon
world
from
our
eyes
.
We
peered
out
upon
the
landscape
of
the
moon
.
As
we
saw
it
first
it
was
the
wildest
and
most
desolate
of
scenes
.
We
were
in
an
enormous
amphitheatre
,
a
vast
circular
plain
,
the
floor
of
the
giant
crater
.
Its
cliff-like
walls
closed
us
in
on
every
side
.
From
the
westward
the
light
of
the
unseen
sun
fell
upon
them
,
reaching
to
the
very
foot
of
the
cliff
,
and
showed
a
disordered
escarpment
of
drab
and
greyish
rock
,
lined
here
and
there
with
banks
and
crevices
of
snow
.
This
was
perhaps
a
dozen
miles
away
,
but
at
first
no
intervening
atmosphere
diminished
in
the
slightest
the
minutely
detailed
brilliancy
with
which
these
things
glared
at
us
.
They
stood
out
clear
and
dazzling
against
a
background
of
starry
blackness
that
seemed
to
our
earthly
eyes
rather
a
gloriously
spangled
velvet
curtain
than
the
spaciousness
of
the
sky
.
The
eastward
cliff
was
at
first
merely
a
starless
selvedge
to
the
starry
dome
.
No
rosy
flush
,
no
creeping
pallor
,
announced
the
commencing
day
.
Only
the
Corona
,
the
Zodiacal
light
,
a
huge
cone-shaped
,
luminous
haze
,
pointing
up
towards
the
splendour
of
the
morning
star
,
warned
us
of
the
imminent
nearness
of
the
sun
.
