By Jules Verne
Jules Verne's vintage technological know-how fiction story sends Professor Von Hardwigg, his nephew Harry, and their consultant Hans via a crater in Iceland and into the earth. because the workforce explores what's lower than the outer crust, they stumble upon many unusual and lovely points of interest. Their travels from Iceland to Italy discover a misplaced global, extraordinary creatures, and hazardous adventures under us. sign up for the trek within the Calico Illustrated Classics model of Verne's A trip to the guts of the Earth.
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He pulled out a map and compass. After calculating, we found it was true. ” the professor said. I nodded. ” The idea was frightening to me. But whether we were under mountains or ocean, all that 52 mattered was that the granite roof above us was solid. Three days later, on Saturday, the eighteenth of July, we reached a vast grotto—an underground cavern. My uncle decided that the next day should be a day of rest. 53 9 Lost! On Sunday morning, I woke without feeling a sense of hurry or need for a day of immediate travel.
The water tasted of minerals. My uncle suggested we name the stream after its founder, Hans. “Good,” I said. ” 49 Uncle did not want to see the water wasted. I suggested we fi ll our goatskins, then plug up the hole. But as much as he tried, Hans could not shut the fi ssure. The water pressure was too strong. “No matter,” my uncle said. “When our bottles are empty, we will not be sure we can fi ll them again. Let this water run. ” “A good idea,” I cried. ” My uncle laughed. ” “Even more,” I said.
After only 100 yards, the Professor carefully examined the walls. ” he said. But we walked on for hours. The walls changed and became hard with stone. The light around us dimmed. 44 We were surrounded, walled in by an immense prison of granite beside, above, and below our feet! By eight o’clock there was still no sign of water. My sufferings were horrible. I listened keenly for sounds of a spring, but heard none. My legs were weak. Suddenly, I felt faint. My eyes could no longer see and my knees shook.