And yet it seemed to be courting instant death to attempt to leave the car
and seek for other shelter. We could not decide which course to take. Both
were so full of peril that there seemed to be no possible safety in
either.

As I review our situation now, and think of us spinning along on that
defunct world we knew not whither, with no ray of light to illumine the
darkness of our future or show us the least chance of escape from our
desperate plight, it is astonishing to me that we did not give up all hope
and lie down and die at once. It only shows what the human body can endure
and of what stuff our minds are made. I think it would not be making a
rash statement to say that no man ever found himself in a worse situation
and survived.

But help was nearer than we supposed. From what we had seen of the moon we
could not have imagined a more unexpected thing than that which happened
to us then. Suddenly, above the roar of the wind and the thumping of our
car on the rocks, even above the tumult of our spirits, there came to us
the strains of more than earthly music. Whether it was from voice or
instrument we could not tell, and in its sweetness and power it was
absolutely indescribable. At first we did not try to discover its source
but were content to sit and quietly enjoy it, as it fell gently upon us,
pervading our whole being and so filling us with courage and strength that
we seemed to be transformed into new men.

Then, wondering if we could discover from whence the notes came, we turned
and looked about us, when there was revealed to us a vision of beauty
which filled and satisfied the sense of sight as completely as our ears
had been enchanted with the angelic music.