But if any of you ever do go to the moon in a hollow cannon-ball, I would strongly recommend you not to get outside.
After a while they passed beyond the limit of the earth’s attraction, and began to enter that of the moon. But when they were about on the line between these two attractions, a very singular thing took place. Everything in the projectile, the men, the dog, (one of the dogs died the first day and was thrown out) the telescope, the chickens and every article that was not fastened down, seemed to lose all its gravity or weight.
As there is no reason why anything without weight should stay in any particular place, unless it is fastened there by some mechanical means, these people and things began to float about in the air.
THE FRENCHMAN OUTSIDE.
The men rose up and were wafted here and there by a touch. Hats floated away and chickens and telescopes hung suspended between the floor and the roof, as thistledown, on a still summer’s day floats in the air.
Even the dog, who thought that he was sitting on the floor, was sitting in the air, several feet from the floor.
EVERY THING WAS FLOATING IN THE AIR.
This was a most remarkable state of things, and it is no wonder that the travelers could not very soon get used to it.