Excerpts from
Corona and Coronet: Being a narrative
of the Amherst Eclipse Expedition to Japan, in Mr. James's Schooner-Yacht
Coronet, to Observe the Sun's Total Obscuration, 9th August, 1896
by Mabel Loomis Todd
Houghton, Mifflin and Company, publishers
1898
July 9th. Just a solid month before the eclipse.
We did not go outside last night, the wind having increased somewhat; about
ten o'clock this morning, however, we started for Esashi. It was rough work
rounding the Cape Horn of Japan.
| The Captain and owner of the Coronet.
(Click for a larger image) |
Esashi, July 10th. This has been an eventful
day, inasmuch as we have finally reached Esashi, taken possession of our
camp, have everything unloaded and under cover.
July 16th. The portable house is about finished
outside. The different tubes for the lenses are being made ready to be bolted
on to the platform, and lots of small work--overhauling and adjusting the
plate mechanisms--is going on.
| The portable house. (Click for a larger
image) |
My duties to-day have been verily like that
of Jack-at-all-trades. I have taken up electrical business, connecting galvanic
batteries. Then I play carpenter, and screw small boxes on to a wheel; then
I paint a lot of square pieces of wood; and from that I go to cutting out
regular pieces of black velvet . . .
August 3d. Only five more working days before
the day that must bring us the Corona or bitter disappointment.
[August 9th.]
Sunday dawned through a heavy shower. Sunshine
succeeded: cloud followed blue sky, northwest wind almost supplanted a damp
breeze from the south full of scudding vapor. And still the hours rolled
on toward two o'clock and "first contact."
The Astronomer had arranged the programme of
each person with exactness long before. He still kept calmly at work, giving
final directions, the multitude of details resolutely kept in mind with
a philosophy as imperturbable as if skies were clear, and cloudless totality
a celestial certainty.
At one o'clock almost half the sky was blue--two
o'clock, and the moon had already bitten a small piece out of the sun's
bright edge, still partly obscured by a dimly drifting mass of cloud.
Half after two, and a large part of the town
was ranged along the fence inclosing our apparatus, once in a while looking
at the narrowing crescent, but generally at our instruments, the sober faces
in curious contrast to sooty decorations from their bits of smoked glass.
And then perceptible darkness crept onward--everything
grew quiet. The moon was stealing her silent way across the sun till his
crescent grew thin and wan.
Shortly before totality . . . Chief and I went
over to the little lighthouse and mounted to its summit . . . . Black disks,
carefully prepared upon white paper, had been distributed to a number of
persons, and several others were ready on the little platform, for drawing
coronal streamers.
By this time the light was very cold and gray,
like stormy winter twilight . . . Grayer and grayer grew the day, narrower
and narrower the crescent of shining sunlight. The sea faded to leaden nothingness.
The Alger became invisible--sampans and junks
faded together into colorlessness; but grass and verdure turned suddenly
vivid yellow-green. A penetrating chill fell across the land, as if a door
had been opened into a long-closed vault. It was a moment of appalling suspense;
something was being waited for--the very air was portentous.
The circling sea-gulls disappeared with strange
cries. One white butterfly fluttered by vaguely. Then an instantaneous darkness
leaped upon the world. Unearthly night enveloped all.
With an indescribable out-flashing at the same
instant the corona burst forth in mysterious radiance. But dimly seen through
thin cloud, it was nevertheless beautiful beyond description, a celestial
flame from some unimaginable heaven. Simultaneously the whole northwestern
sky, nearly to the zenith, was flooded with lurid and startlingly brilliant
orange, across which drifted clouds slightly darker, like flecks of liquid
flame, or huge ejecta from some vast volcanic Hades. The west and southwest
gleamed in shining lemon yellow.
Least like a sunset, it was too sombre and
terrible. The pale, broken circle of coronal light still glowered on with
thrilling peacefulness, while nature held her breath for another stage in
this majestic spectacle.
Well might it have been a prelude to the shriveling
and disappearance of the whole world--weird to horror, and beautiful to
heartbreak, heaven and hell in the same sky.
Absolute silence reigned. No human being spoke.
No bird twittered.
Hours might have passed--time was annihilated;
and yet when the tiniest globule of sunlight, a drop, a needle-shaft, a
pinhole, reappeared, even before it had become the slenderest possible crescent,
the fair corona and all color in sky and cloud withdrew, and a natural aspect
of stormy twilight returned.
As the beautiful corona lay there in the clouds,
a soft unearthly radiance the poetic effect as strong as if in a clear sky,
the scientific value lost in vapors, it was still noticeably flattened at
the poles and extended equatorially, and must have been of unusual brilliance
to show so distinctly through cloud.
A few pictures of the blurred corona were taken,
if of little practical use, and an interesting experiment for Roentgen rays
seemed to indicate their presence in coronal light--a curious result, since
they have not been found in full sunlight.
The corona, thus safely caught, can now be
laid on our tables in manifold representations, and interrogated through
the months following an eclipse until the most telling questions for its
next coming are plainly evident. | 
