There was no atmosphere, except in those awful places I don't want to think about.

Then, as we got near Mars, we saw a pinky atmosphere, but not very dense; but this, you see, is a sort of pearl-grey white shading from silver to black.

You notice how much paler it grows as we get nearer.

But look--what are those tiny bright spots?
There are hundreds of them." "Do you remember as we were leaving the Earth, how bright the mountain ranges looked; how plainly we could see the Rockies and the Andes ?" "Oh, yes, I see; they're mountains; thirty-seven miles high, some of them, they say; and the rest of the silver-grey will be clouds, I suppose.

Fancy living under clouds like those." "Only another case of the adaptation of life to natural conditions, I expect.