Pioneers of space

by George Adamski

Once the white tribe got close enough, the fisherman greeted us through signs, while to the dark natives he spoke in language. The reaction is very joyous. Then a man clad in beautiful raiment stepped out of the group. As he does, a very respectful silence falls over all gathered here. He speaks to the entire gathering for a couple of minutes. We don't understand his words but he must be saying something wonderful about us for both groups are beginning to cheer us.

Now the cheering is over and we are taking the white folks to show them our ship and all about it. These people, too, are very observant of every detail and like the men of the dark tribe, are careful not to touch anything with their hands.

The chieftain of the white folks, the one who had made the speech, is now sitting down in the pilot's seat to see how it feels. His reaction is one of great joy. Seeing this, we decide it would be a good idea to take the ship up and with us as passengers, this leader of the whites, the fisherman, and a few others including the leader of the dark people.

While in the air, we decide to fly above the mountain range dividing the dark and the light sides. About three miles along this range from the spot on the plateau where we had originally landed, we see what appears to be a village, about half way up the mountainside. The chieftain of the dark race points to himself and to the village, indicating that is his village. It is located on the light side of the mountain.

We have turned and are flying over the mountain range to the dark side of the Moon. Here again we see the fishing shacks and the little lake which we had visited earlier, during our ground exploring. From here the chieftain of the white race points the way for us to go. We fly over the lake and on for about five miles beyond, where we see another village, altogether different from the one on the mountainside. The first village we saw belonging to the dark race seemed to belong more to cliff dwellers, while this one belonging to the white race is in a valley between two ranges of mountains. The range on the far side of the valley, being farther away from the heat and dryness of the light side than the mountains we have recently flown over, has a much heavier growth of trees and brush, signifying to us that more moisture and cooler weather prevail here. Some of the mountains in this range have very high peaks and on these we see snow.

The houses in this village in the valley appear to be built square, box type. Some are taller than others and there are quite a number of them. They seem to be built around a central park or community square in quite a picturesque fashion. Behind these homes and along the foot of the mountains stretch small cultivated areas where the villagers grow their vegetables and grains.

The chieftain of the white race points to himself, indicating that this is his village.

We continue flying farther up the valley for a distance of about one hundred miles deeper into the dark side, but still within the fertile belt we had observed as we first approached the Moon, that seemed to stretch around the Moon between the light side filled with craters and deserts and the dark side that is never visible to the Earth. Through this valley we see several small ponds or small lakes. The entire area looks very fertile and there is some tall timber growing on the higher mountains. All of the lakes seem to have some dwellings around them. In one place there is quite a large settlement near a lake.

The chieftain of the white race isn't a bit surprised, so he must have known there were other people living in the valley. But all the passengers alike, including the two chieftains, are almost speechless with the thrill and wonder of thus flying over their homeland. We have been observing them very closely for their reactions. So we continue flying farther yet up the valley. In the distance we see a very large settlement, almost like a city. It might be one. When this came into view, the chieftain of the white ones was very much surprised as were all the others. It seems none of them knew it was there. We figure this city is about four hundred to five hundred miles up the valley from the village of our white native companions. We have crossed a few low ranges of mountains in finding this place.

Dr. Johnston has suggested that we fly over this place and see what it is. So we do. It appears to be a city of about twenty thousand population. We are directly over it and are lowering for a better view. We have lowered to within seven hundred feet of the city but we seem to be frightening everybody down there with our noise for we see the people clearing the open spaces for cover. We have circled the vicinity several times trying to find a place in which to land, for we would like to see more of this city and the people living here. But there is no possible landing place here in this narrow valley, so we are going back up.