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Daybreak; a Romance of an Old World by James Cowan
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my face, if that could be said of an object that looked so round.

I fell into a deep reverie. My mind was filled with contending emotions,
and such opposing objects as rolling worlds and lovely maidens flitted in
dim images across my mental vision. I loved the best woman on the earth,
and I wondered if any of those other globes contained her equal. If so,
then perhaps some other man was as fortunate as myself. I was drowsy, but
determined to keep awake and pursue this fancy. I remember feeling
confident that I could not sleep if I only kept my eyes open, and so I
said I would keep them fixed on the bright face of the moon. But how large
it looked. Surely something must be wrong with it, or was it my memory
that was at fault? I thought the moon generally appeared smaller as it
rose further above the horizon, but now it was growing bigger every
minute. It was coming nearer, too. Nearer, larger--why, it was monstrous.
I could not turn my eyes away now, and everything else was forgotten,
swallowed up in that one awful sight. How fast it grew. Now it fills half
the sky and makes me tremble with fear. Part of it is still lighted by the
sun, and part is in dark, threatening shadow. I see pale faces around me.
Others are gazing, awe-stricken, at the same object. We are in the open
street, and some have glasses, peering into the deep craters and caverns
of the surface.

I seemed to be a new-comer on the scene, and could not help remarking to
my nearest neighbor:

"This is a strange sight. Do you think it is real, or are we all bereft of
our senses?"

"Strange indeed, but true," he answered.

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