No breakers ahead that I can see.

No rock on our road.
It is freer than the ships on the raging ocean, aye, freer than the balloons in the blustering air.

But the ship arrives at her destination; the balloon, borne on the wings of the wind, rises to as high an altitude as can be endured; why then should not our Projectile reach the Moon ?" "It _will_ reach the Moon!" nodded Barbican.
"We shall reach the Moon or know for what!" cried M'Nicholl, enthusiastically.
"The great American nation must not be disappointed!" continued Ardan.
"They are the only people on Earth capable of originating such an enterprise! They are the only people capable of producing a Barbican!" "Hurrah!" cried M'Nicholl.
"That point settled," continued the Frenchman, "another question comes up to which I have not yet called your attention.

When we get to the Moon, what shall we do there?
How are we going to amuse ourselves?
I'm afraid our life there will be awfully slow!" His companions emphatically disclaimed the possibility of such a thing.
"You may deny it, but I know better, and knowing better, I have laid in my stores accordingly.

You have but to choose.