as it took pictures of Pluto,
so it was interesting to read what Donald A. Wollheim
thought the planet would be like back in 1959, when he wrote 'The Secret of the
Ninth Planet', (I will leave to one side the debate as to if Pluto is a planet), Wollheim imagined his characters would feel more at home on
Pluto than on any other planet they visit throughout the course of his
young-adult novel, as Burl Denning (the story’s teenage hero), co-pilot Russell
Clyde, and explorer Roy Haines discuss shortly after landing:
From 'The Secret of the Ninth Planet,' by Donald A. Wollheim
Pluto was a vast hemisphere, half lighted in the faint, dim
glow of the tiny Sun, half in the total darkness of outer space. Here and there
wound a silent, frozen river of glistening white. They passed over a gulf of
some frigid sea of liquid gases, from which islands of subzero rock projected,
and moved inland over a continent of lifeless grays and blacks. Haines gently
drew the ship lower and lower, and at last the rocket plane bumped to the
ground.
It rolled a few yards and stopped. The three men crowded to
the door, tightened their face plates, and forced open the exit. There was a
rush of air as the ship exhausted its atmosphere. Then, one by one, they
stepped onto the bleak surface of the Sun’s farthest planet.
“I feel peculiar,” whispered Burl. “This planet reminds me
of something.”
“I have the feeling I’ve been here before,” Russ said
slowly.
Burl felt an odd chill. “Yes, that’s it!”
Haines grumbled. “I know what you mean. I can make a guess.
We’ve never really been the right weight since we left Earth. Even under
acceleration there were differences one way or the other. But I feel now
exactly as I did on Earth. That’s what gives you the odd sensation of return.”
The two younger men realized Haines was right. For the first
time since they had left their home world, they were on a planet whose gravity
was normal to them. It felt good and yet it felt—in these fearful
surroundings—disconcerting.
Above them was the familiar black, unyielding sky of outer
space. No breath of air moved. Yet somehow the scene resembled Earth. “It’s
like a black-and-white photo of a Terrestrial landscape,” said Burl.
There was a field, some hills, a tiny frozen creek and the
dark shapes of rounded mountains in the distance. All without color except for
the cold, faint glow of the star that was the Sun.
A thin layer of cosmic dust lay over the surface, such as
would be found on any airless world. Russ scooped beneath it and came up with a
hard chip.
He squeezed it between his gauntleted fingers. It cracked
and broke into powder. He whistled softly. “You know what this feels and looks
like?” he said as they came close to the frozen creek on the little hillside.
“It feels like dirt—common, Earthly dirt. Like soil. And you know what … I can
already tell you one of Pluto’s secrets.”
They stopped at the creek. It was a layer of frozen
crystalline gases. Haines pushed the alpenstock he was carrying into it and
scraped away the gas crystals. “I think I can guess,” he said, “and I’ll bet
there is ice under this gas.”
“Pluto was once a warm world with a thick atmosphere,” said
Russ. “Notice the rounded hills and the worn away peaks of the mountains. Those
are old mountains—weather-beaten. This hill is round—weather-beaten. This
creek, those rivers of frozen gas—they follow beds that could only be made by
real rivers of warm water. The soil that lies beneath this dust—it could only
happen on a world that knew night and day, warmth and light, and rain and wind.
Pluto was once a living world, a place we’d have called homelike.”
if you liked the look of the story you can read the rest of “The Secret of the Ninth Planet” at Project Gutenberg.
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