There was nothing to keep them where they were--in the land of desolation. They could not live much longer there, with no food and water. To pa.s.s on over the crater seemed the only thing to do.
"Come ahead," called Jack boldly. They followed him. They kept in the middle of the road, for to approach the edge, where there was a sheer descent of so many feet that it made them dizzy to think of it, filled them with terror. On they hurried until, in a short time, they had crossed the great chasm.
The road over the crater came to an end between two peaks, similar to those at the beginning. Jack was the first to pa.s.s them, and as he emerged he once more uttered a cry--a cry of fear and wonder.
And well he might, for in a valley below the wanderers there was a city. A great city, with wonderful buildings, with wide streets well laid out--a city in which figures of many men and women could be seen--little children too! A fair city, teeming with life, it seemed!
But then, as they looked again, struck by the curious quiet that prevailed, they knew that they were gazing down on a city of the dead--a city where the inhabitants had been turned to stone, even as had the soldier on guard in his lonely hut.
They had come upon a petrified city of the moon!
CHAPTER XXVI
SEEKING FOOD
"Well, if this isn"t the limit!" burst out Jack, when he had stood and contemplated the silent city for several moments, which also his companions did. "After all our wanderings and troubles, when we do find a place, it isn"t any good to us. I don"t suppose there is a square meal in the whole town! Isn"t it wonderful, though--every person turned to stone!"
"Wonderful!" gasped old Andy. "I never saw anything like it in all my life! What do you reckon did it, boys?"
"The same thing that turned the man in the hut, and the one Washington thought was a ghost, into stone," answered Mark. "There was a rain of some lime-water, or a liquid charged with similar chemicals, and the people were turned to rocks."
It was uncanny, and for a moment they hesitated on the edge of the city, which lay in a sort of cup-like valley, surrounded on all sides by towering peaks of the moon mountains. The bridge over which they had come afforded the only entrance to the city, and in times of war (provided the inhabitants of the moon ever fought) the pa.s.sage must have been well guarded.
It was evidently a time of peace when the calamity that turned the inhabitants to stone came upon them, for only one soldier was in the guard hut--doubtless being there merely to give an alarm, or possibly to keep out undesirable strangers.
"Well, are we going to stand here all day?" asked Jack of his companions, when they had contemplated the silent city for five minutes longer.
"I say, let"s go down there and see what we can find. I"m getting hungry."
"There"ll be nothing there to eat," declared Mark. "If there ever was anything, it"s now stone. Think of a loaf of bread like a brick, and a chunk of meat like some great rock!"
"Let"s go down, anyhow," added Andy, and they advanced.
As they got down into the streets, the weird effect came over them more strongly. It was as if they had suddenly entered some large town, and at their advent every living person had been turned into an image.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" murmured Jack.
"I"ve read of the uncovering of the ancient buried cities, and how they found women in the kitchen baking bread, and men at their work, but this goes ahead of that, for here the people are not dust--they are statues!"
"It certainly is wonderful," agreed Mark. "I only wish the two professors could see this. They could write several books about it.
This proves that the moon was once inhabited, though it is dead now.
The projectile should have come to this part of the moon."
"Maybe they"ll bring it here, when we get back and tell them what we"ve seen," suggested Jack.
"Yes, if we ever do get back," went on his chum, with a return of his gloomy thoughts.
The strangeness of the scenes all about them can scarcely be imagined.
Think of looking at a city street teeming with life, men and women hurrying here and there, dogs running about, children at their play, and then suddenly seeing that same street become as dead as some mountain, with the people represented as stones on that same mountain, and you can get some idea of what our friends looked upon.
Here was a woman, looking in a store window, probably at some bargains, though even the very window and store itself was now stone, and the woman was like a block of marble. Near her was a little child, also turned to stone, and there were a number of men, standing together on a street corner as if they had been talking politics when the calamity overtook them.
There were shops where the workers had been turned to stone at their benches, there were houses at the windows of which stone faces peered out, and there were parks on the benches of which sat men, women and children, stiff and solid--creatures of stone! Truly it was a city of the dead!
The wanderers walked about, seeing new wonders on every side. They spoke in whispers at times, as though at the sound of a loud voice the silent ones would awaken and resume the occupations or pleasures they had left off centuries ago.
Another strange part of it was that the people were not so very different from those of the earth. They were exactly the same in size and feature, but their clothing, as nearly as could be told from the stone garments, seemed of a bygone fashion, such as was in vogue hundreds of years ago. There were no horses observed, though there were stone dogs and cats, and the shops given over to the sale of food contained in the windows what seemed to be chunks of meat, loaves of bread, and pies and cakes, though now they were only pieces of rock.
"It"s just as if one of our cities and the people in it should be suddenly petrified," said Mark. "It"s almost like the earth up here; only they don"t seem to have gotten to trolley cars yet."
"Maybe they would if the moon hadn"t cooled off when it did, and killed them all," suggested Jack. "But, I say, let"s get down to something more practical than theorizing."
"What, for instance?" asked Mark.
"Looking for something to eat," went on Jack. "I"m nearly starved, and I have only half a sandwich left. I want to eat it, yet, if I do, I don"t know where I"m going to get more. And as for water, I"d give a handful of diamonds, if I had them, for half a gla.s.s of even warm water."
"Yes, we do need food and water badly," said Andy.
"Then let"s look for it," suggested Jack. "If we can find food in any of these houses or shops, I don"t believe the people will care if we take it."
"Find food here?" cried Mark. "Why, you must be crazy! All the food is turned to stone, and what isn"t would be spoiled! Why, no one has been alive here for thousands and thousands of years!"
"That"s nothing," a.s.serted Jack. "Don"t you remember reading how, in the arctic regions, they have found the bodies of prehistoric elephants and mastodons encased in blocks of ice, where they have been for centuries. The meat is perfectly preserved because of the cold. And what of the grains of wheat they find in the coffins of Egyptian mummies? Some of that is three thousand years old, yet it grows when they plant it, and they can make bread of it.
"Now, maybe we can find some wheat or something to eat in some of these houses. If there"s meat, it will be perfectly preserved, for the temperature is below freezing."
"That may be," admitted Mark, convinced, in spite of himself, "but it"s turned to stone, I tell you."
"The outside part may be," said Jack, "but if we can crack off the outside layer of stone we may find some good meat inside. I"m going to look, anyhow."
"That"s not a bad idea!" cried Andy with enthusiasm. "Think of having a loaf of bread and some beefsteak thousands of years old. I suppose they had beefsteak here," he added cautiously.
"Some kind of meat, anyhow," agreed Jack. "Well, let"s look for a place that was once a restaurant or hotel, and we"ll see what luck we have.
Come on."
They walked along the silent streets, with their silent occupants, and finally Jack found what he was seeking. It was an eating place, to judge by the appearance, and at tables inside were seated stone men and women.
"Back to the kitchen!" cried Jack with enthusiasm. "There"s where we"ll find food, if there is any!"
"It"ll be all stone," declared Mark, but he and Andy followed Jack.
They came to the place where was what appeared to be a stove. It was more like a brick oven, however, than a modern range, though in dishes that were now stone something was being cooked when the catastrophe occurred.
"There"s meat, I"ll wager!" cried Jack, pointing to several objects on a table. They looked like chunks of beef, but when Mark struck them with the end of his life-torch they gave forth a sound as if a rock had been tapped.