By Jules Verne
Jules Verne's vintage technological know-how fiction story sends Professor Von Hardwigg, his nephew Harry, and their advisor Hans via a crater in Iceland and into the earth. because the staff explores what's lower than the outer crust, they come upon many unusual and lovely attractions. Their travels from Iceland to Italy discover a misplaced global, awesome creatures, and unsafe adventures lower than us. sign up for the trek within the Calico Illustrated Classics variation of Verne's A trip to the guts of the Earth.
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Where was I? There were no footprints on the granite, no landmarks around me. Lost! Lost! LOST! It felt as if the crust of the earth were on my shoulders. I tried to think about the things of my own world. With great difficulty, I thought about Hamburg, my uncle’s house, and my dear Gretchen. ” I cried in despair. I knelt and asked for help. This prayer brought me to greater calm and I was able to think about my strength and intelligence in my situation. I had food for three days and my water bottle was full.
To my horror, I found that I was standing on a hard, dusty, shingled road of granite. The stream that I depended on to save me had completely disappeared! There are no words in any language that can describe my despair. I was buried alive and alone, nothing to expect but to die the slow, horrible torture of hunger and thirst. I crawled around, feeling the dry rock. How had I lost the course of the stream? This was why it was so silent. It was clear that when we stopped earlier, the Hansbach flowed into one tunnel, while I accidentally took another path.
I was surprised and glad that it was as easy a walk down as if we were going down stairs in an old German house. Hans had walked farther ahead. After six hours, we found that Hans had stopped suddenly. We were standing in the center of four narrow tunnels. My uncle quickly made up his mind and pointed to the eastern tunnel. Immediately, we entered its gloomy recesses. The descent was slow and winding. At times we walked through arches, much like the aisles of a cathedral. Other times we would come 31 upon low, narrow tunnels that we had to crawl through.