Mr. Stranger's Sealed Packet
Mr. Stranger's Sealed Packet is a short novel by Hugh MacColl. It was first published in English in 1889. This novel is now out of print. The novel deals with a journey to Mars in a flying machine and describes the history and customs of the Martians, depicting a scientifically advanced utopian society.
Hugh MacColl (1831–1909) was a Scottish mathematician, logician and novelist.
then recollection came to me, swift, and clear, and painful. I remembered all: my brief happiness, my bereavement, the battle with the Dergdunin, my interview with the Council of Grensum, my departure, my illness, my hallucinations. There was no delirium now; that was one thing to be thankful for; but my prostration was great. I managed to crawl from my couch and drink some of the strengthening cordial which I had before given to Ree. This gave me a little strength, both of body and mind, and I
transparent side of the Shooting Star, and gesticulating with much animation and energy. I looked to see the cause, and saw four persons at the window of a house to our right, and just opposite him, who were answering him with equal energy and animation. I immediately jumped to the conclusion that this was his house, and that the four persons were respectively his father, mother, brother, and sister. They were apparently making signs to him to come to them; while he seemed to be making signs that
something of philology when at college, and was now much surprised to find that the Marsian language had much in common with the Indo-European languages. This was particularly noticeable in their numbers which, up to ten, ran as follows: sin, gay, trin. her, kog, sick, sek, ok, non, dik. Their language had only two genders; but nouns and adjectives had four cases, distinguished by inflections, which were generally at the beginning, and not at the end of the words. The verbs were very simple and
days." "Wonderful!" burst from the lips of several of the judges. "Is it your intention to keep the secret of your flying machine locked up for ever in your own breast?" "That depends upon circumstances." "On what terms would you be willing to reveal it?" "I am at present unable to say. I must first have a talk with my friend here." "Be it so, Stranger, I will not press you." Thus ended my conversation with the President of the Council. Immediately after we bade them "Bennuch leev"
must not stay. We want to reach England before night-fall." "Before night-fall!" "Yes, the night is rapidly travelling westward in the wake of the day, but we can travel faster. Can we take any message for you?" "No, thank you." "Well, good-bye, then." "Good-bye," he answered, taking off his cap, and regarding us with a bewildered, dreamy, wistful, puzzled look, as we slowly ascended into the air. When we were so high up that he was scarcely visible to the naked eye, we could still see him