From the Earth to the Moon direct in ninety-seven hours and twenty minutes, and a trip round it . hail,the well-known irritability of the Secretary of the Gun Club con-Ftitutcd a permanent danger for the Hon. Belfast. The existenceof these two together would soon have become impossible; but anunforeseen event cut short their everlasting discussions. During the night, from the 14th to the 15th of December, thetwo irreconcilable friends were busy observing the lunar disc,.7. T. Maston abusing the learned Belfast as usual, who was byhis side ; the Secretary of the Gun Club maintaining for thethou
From the Earth to the Moon direct in ninety-seven hours and twenty minutes, and a trip round it . hail,the well-known irritability of the Secretary of the Gun Club con-Ftitutcd a permanent danger for the Hon. Belfast. The existenceof these two together would soon have become impossible; but anunforeseen event cut short their everlasting discussions. During the night, from the 14th to the 15th of December, thetwo irreconcilable friends were busy observing the lunar disc,.7. T. Maston abusing the learned Belfast as usual, who was byhis side ; the Secretary of the Gun Club maintaining for thethousandth time that he had just seen the projectile, and addingthat he could see Michel Ardans face looking through one of thescuttles, at the same time enforcing his argument by a series ofgestures which his formidable hook rendered very unpleasant. At this moment Belfasts servant appeared on the platform (itwas ten at night) and gave him a despatch. It was the com-mander of the Susquehannas telegram. Belfast tore (he envelope and read, and uttered a cry. What!said J. T. Maston. vrw ^ mmm a. THE UNFORTUNATE MAN HAD DISAPPEARED. [p. J. T. T,IASTON RECALLED. 3II The projectile!Well! Has fallen to the earth ! Another cry, this time a perfect howl, answered him. Heturned towards J. T. Maston. The nnfortunate man, impru-dently leaning over the metal tube, had disappeared in the im-mense telescope. A fall of 280 feet! Belfast, dismayed, rushedto the orifice of the reflector. He breathed. J. T. Maston, canght by his metal hook, washolding on by one of the rings which bound the telescope i together, uttering fearful cries. Belfast called. Help was brought, tackle was let down, and: they hoisted up, not without some trouble, the imprudent Secre- tary of the Gun Club. He reappeared at the upper orifice without hurt, Ah ! said he, if I had broken the mirror ? You would have paid for it, replied Belfast that cursed projectile has fallen? asked J. T. the Pac
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