five in the morning
`` Ca n't be helped ! '' said Barbican ; `` we must go where it takes us . The day may come when man can steer the projectile or the balloon in which he is shut up , in any way he pleases , but that day has not come yet ! '' Towards five in the morning , the northern limit of _ Mare Imbrium _ was finally passed , and _ Mare Frigoris _ spread its frost-colored plains far to the right and left . On the east the travellers could easily see the ring-mountain _ Condamine _ , about 4000 feet high , while a little ahead on the right they could plainly distinguish _ Fontenelle _ with an altitude nearly twice as great . _ Mare Frigoris _ was soon passed , and the whole lunar surface beneath the travellers , as far as they could see in all directions , now bristled with mountains , crags , and peaks . Indeed , at the 70th parallel the `` Seas '' or plains seem to have come to an end .