A Journey to the Centre of the Earth
[2] The declination is the variation of the needle from the true meridian of a place. [3] Inclination is the d ...
never thought of such things! What are the finest arches of our bridges, what the vaulted roofs of our ...
"Well, my dear boy, it will not be exactly what you would call a vessel. For the present we must be ...
"But then," cried I, after reflecting for a moment, "like the lignites, it must be as hard and as heavy ...
CHAPTER 29 ON THE WATERS—A RAFT VOYAGE On the thirteenth of August we were up betimes. There was no time ...
And thus it was that the memory of my dear girl was attached to our adventurous and memorable ...
lines of algae have been taken for living things, and thus have been fertile sources of the ...
about thirty leagues to leeward. Nothing to be seen beyond the horizon in front. The extraordinary intensity o ...
"But," cried I, "to what family does it belong?" "To the order of Ganoides—an order of fish having angular ...
After an examination of the ocean, I looked upward, towards the strange and mysterious sky. Why should not one of ...
presently the fish, the crustacea, the mollusks, and finally the vertebrata. The zoophytes of the period of transiti ...
My eyes, which were wide opened like those of a somnambulist, were fixed upon him, but I did no ...
CHAPTER 30 TERRIFIC SAURIAN COMBAT Saturday, August 15th. The sea still retains its uniform monotony. The same lead ...
remark. "Enough to make me so, I think." "And yet we are advancing at a rate seldom attained by a raft ...
pocket. He was perfectly contented and satisfied. Sunday, August 16th. Nothing new to record. The same weather as b ...
from the bar of iron, actually half crushed! Is, then, my dream about to come true—a dread and terribl ...
moment I expect one of these monsters to rise from its vast cavernous depths. I fancy that the wort ...
"A whale! a whale!" shouted the Professor, "I can see her enormous fins. See, see, how she blows air and water!" ...
"What—two only does he say. Surely he is mistaken," I cried in a tone of wonder. "He is quite right ...
mountains of water, which dashed in spray over the raft, already tossed to and fro by the waves. Twenty time ...
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