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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Chapter nineteen, the western gallery a new route. Our descent
was now resumed by means of the second gallery. Hans
took up his post in front as usual. We had
not gone more than a hundred yards when the professor
carefully examined the walls. This is the primitive formation. We
(00:24):
are on the right road.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
Onwards is our hope. When the whole earth got cool
in the first hours of the world's morning, the diminution
of the volume of the earth produced a state of
dislocation in its upper crust, followed by ruptures, crevices, and fissures.
The passage was a fissure of this kind through which
(00:48):
ages ago had flowed the eruptive granite. The thousand windings
and turnings formed an inextricable labyrinth through the ancient soil.
As we descended, successions of layers composing the primitive soil
appeared with the utmost fidelity of detail. Geological science considers
(01:10):
this primitive soil as the base of the mineral crust,
and it has recognizes that it is composed of three
different strata or layers, or resting on the immovable rock
known as granite. No mineralogists had even found themselves placed
in such a marvelous position to study nature in all
(01:34):
a real and naked beauty. The sounding rod, a mere machine,
could not bring to the surface of the Earth the
objects of value for the study of its internal structure,
which we were about to see with our own eyes,
to touch with our own hands. Remember that I am
(01:56):
writing this after the journey across the streak of the rocks,
colored by beautiful green tins, wound metallic threads of copper,
of manganese, with traces of platinum and gold. I could
not help gazing at these riches buried in the entrails
of Mother Earth, and of which no man would have
(02:19):
the enjoyment to the end of time. These treasures, mighty
and inexhaustible, were buried in the morning of the Earth's history,
at such awful depths that no crowbar or pickaxe will
ever drag them from their tomb. The light of our
Ruhmkorff's coil increased tenfold by the myriad of prismatic masses
(02:43):
of rock, sent its yets of fire in every direction,
and I could fancy myself traveling through a huge hollow diamond,
the rays of which produced myriads of extraordinary effects. Towards
six o'clock, this festival of light began sensibly and visibly
(03:03):
to decrease, and soon almost ceased. The sights of the
gallery assumed a crystallized tint with a somber yew. White
mica began to commingle more freely with feldspar and quartz
to form what may be called the true rock, the
stone which is hard above all that supports without being crushed,
(03:26):
the four stories of the earth's soil. We were walled
by an immense prison of granite. It was now eight o'clock,
and still there was no sign of water. The sufferings
I endured were horrible. My uncle now kept at the
head of our little column. Nothing could induce him to stop.
(03:49):
I meanwhile had but one real thought. My ear was
keenly on the watch to catch the sound of a spring.
But no pleasant sound of falling water fell upon my
listening air. But at last the time came when my
limbs refused to carry me longer. I contended heroically against
(04:11):
the terrible.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
Tortures I endured. Because I did not wish to compel
my uncle to hold to him. I knew this would
be the last fatal stroke. Suddenly I felt a deadly
faintness come over me. My eyes could no longer see.
My knees shook. I gave one despairing cry and fell Hell, Help,
(04:37):
I am dying. My uncle turned and slowly retraced his steps.
He looked at me with folded arms, and then allowed
one sentence to escape in hollow accents from his lips.
All is over. The last thing I saw was a
(04:59):
face fearfully distorted with pain and sorrow, and then my
eyes closed. When I again opened them, I saw my
companions lying near me, motionless, wrapped in their huge traveling rugs.
Were they asleep or dead? For myself, sleep was fully
(05:23):
out of the question, my fainting feet over. I was
wakeful as the lark. I suffered too much for sleep
to visit my eyelids. The more that I thought myself
sick unto death dying. The last words spoken by my
uncle seemed to be buzzing in my ears. All is over,
(05:46):
and it was probable that he was right. In the
state of prostration to which I was reduced, it was
madness to think of ever again seeing the light of day.
Above were miles upon miles of the earth's crust. As
I thought of it, I could fancy the whole weight
(06:07):
resting on my shoulders. I was crushed, annihilated, and exhausted
myself in vain attempts to turn in my granite bed.
Hours upon hours passed away. A profound and terrible silence
reigned around us, a silence of the tomb. Nothing could
(06:30):
make itself heard through these gigantic walls of granite. The
very thought was stupendous. Presently, despite my apathy, despite the
kind of deadly calm into which I was cast, something
aroused me. It was a slight but peculiar noise. While
I was watching intently, I observed that the tunnel was
(06:53):
becoming dark. Then, gazing through the dim light that remained,
I thought I saw the eye slender, taking his departure
lamp in hand. Why had he acted thus? Did Hans
the Guide mean to abandon us? My uncle lay fast,
asleep or dead. I tried to cry out and arouse him.
(07:17):
My voice, feebly assumed from my parched and fevered lips,
found no echo in that fearful place. My throat was dry,
my tongue stuck to the root of my mouth. The
obscurity had by this time become intense, and at last
even the faint sound of the guide's footsteps was lost
(07:39):
in the blank distance. My soul seemed filled with anguish,
and death appeared welcome. Only let it come quickly. Hans
is leaving us, I cried, Hans, Hans, if you are
a man, come aark. These words were spoken to myself.
(08:06):
They could not be heard aloud. Nevertheless, after the first
moments of terror were over, I was ashamed of my
suspicions against a man who hitherto had behaved so admirably.
Nothing in his conduct or character justified suspicion. Moreover, a
(08:28):
moment's reflection reassured me his departure could not be a flight.
Instead of ascending the gallery, he was going deeper down
into the gulf. Had he had any bad design, his
way would have been upwards. This reasoning calmed me a little,
and I began to hope the good and peaceful and
(08:51):
imperturbable hands would certainly not have arisen from his sleep
without some serious and grave motive. Was he bent on
the voyage of discovery during the deep still silence of
the night. Had he at last heard that sweet murmur
about which we were all so anxious. End of Chapter nineteen,
Chapter nineteen, the western gallery a new route. Our descent
was now resumed by means of the second gallery. Hans
took up his post in front as usual. We had
not gone more than a hundred yards when the professor
carefully examined the walls. This is the primitive formation. We
(00:24):
are on the right road.
Speaker 2 (00:26):
Onwards is our hope. When the whole earth got cool
in the first hours of the world's morning, the diminution
of the volume of the earth produced a state of
dislocation in its upper crust, followed by ruptures, crevices, and fissures.
The passage was a fissure of this kind through which
(00:48):
ages ago had flowed the eruptive granite. The thousand windings
and turnings formed an inextricable labyrinth through the ancient soil.
As we descended, successions of layers composing the primitive soil
appeared with the utmost fidelity of detail. Geological science considers
(01:10):
this primitive soil as the base of the mineral crust,
and it has recognizes that it is composed of three
different strata or layers, or resting on the immovable rock
known as granite. No mineralogists had even found themselves placed
in such a marvelous position to study nature in all
(01:34):
a real and naked beauty. The sounding rod, a mere machine,
could not bring to the surface of the Earth the
objects of value for the study of its internal structure,
which we were about to see with our own eyes,
to touch with our own hands. Remember that I am
(01:56):
writing this after the journey across the streak of the rocks,
colored by beautiful green tins, wound metallic threads of copper,
of manganese, with traces of platinum and gold. I could
not help gazing at these riches buried in the entrails
of Mother Earth, and of which no man would have
(02:19):
the enjoyment to the end of time. These treasures, mighty
and inexhaustible, were buried in the morning of the Earth's history,
at such awful depths that no crowbar or pickaxe will
ever drag them from their tomb. The light of our
Ruhmkorff's coil increased tenfold by the myriad of prismatic masses
(02:43):
of rock, sent its yets of fire in every direction,
and I could fancy myself traveling through a huge hollow diamond,
the rays of which produced myriads of extraordinary effects. Towards
six o'clock, this festival of light began sensibly and visibly
(03:03):
to decrease, and soon almost ceased. The sights of the
gallery assumed a crystallized tint with a somber yew. White
mica began to commingle more freely with feldspar and quartz
to form what may be called the true rock, the
stone which is hard above all that supports without being crushed,
(03:26):
the four stories of the earth's soil. We were walled
by an immense prison of granite. It was now eight o'clock,
and still there was no sign of water. The sufferings
I endured were horrible. My uncle now kept at the
head of our little column. Nothing could induce him to stop.
(03:49):
I meanwhile had but one real thought. My ear was
keenly on the watch to catch the sound of a spring.
But no pleasant sound of falling water fell upon my
listening air. But at last the time came when my
limbs refused to carry me longer. I contended heroically against
(04:11):
the terrible.
Speaker 1 (04:12):
Tortures I endured. Because I did not wish to compel
my uncle to hold to him. I knew this would
be the last fatal stroke. Suddenly I felt a deadly
faintness come over me. My eyes could no longer see.
My knees shook. I gave one despairing cry and fell Hell, Help,
(04:37):
I am dying. My uncle turned and slowly retraced his steps.
He looked at me with folded arms, and then allowed
one sentence to escape in hollow accents from his lips.
All is over. The last thing I saw was a
(04:59):
face fearfully distorted with pain and sorrow, and then my
eyes closed. When I again opened them, I saw my
companions lying near me, motionless, wrapped in their huge traveling rugs.
Were they asleep or dead? For myself, sleep was fully
(05:23):
out of the question, my fainting feet over. I was
wakeful as the lark. I suffered too much for sleep
to visit my eyelids. The more that I thought myself
sick unto death dying. The last words spoken by my
uncle seemed to be buzzing in my ears. All is over,
(05:46):
and it was probable that he was right. In the
state of prostration to which I was reduced, it was
madness to think of ever again seeing the light of day.
Above were miles upon miles of the earth's crust. As
I thought of it, I could fancy the whole weight
(06:07):
resting on my shoulders. I was crushed, annihilated, and exhausted
myself in vain attempts to turn in my granite bed.
Hours upon hours passed away. A profound and terrible silence
reigned around us, a silence of the tomb. Nothing could
(06:30):
make itself heard through these gigantic walls of granite. The
very thought was stupendous. Presently, despite my apathy, despite the
kind of deadly calm into which I was cast, something
aroused me. It was a slight but peculiar noise. While
I was watching intently, I observed that the tunnel was
(06:53):
becoming dark. Then, gazing through the dim light that remained,
I thought I saw the eye slender, taking his departure
lamp in hand. Why had he acted thus? Did Hans
the Guide mean to abandon us? My uncle lay fast,
asleep or dead. I tried to cry out and arouse him.
(07:17):
My voice, feebly assumed from my parched and fevered lips,
found no echo in that fearful place. My throat was dry,
my tongue stuck to the root of my mouth. The
obscurity had by this time become intense, and at last
even the faint sound of the guide's footsteps was lost
(07:39):
in the blank distance. My soul seemed filled with anguish,
and death appeared welcome. Only let it come quickly. Hans
is leaving us, I cried, Hans, Hans, if you are
a man, come aark. These words were spoken to myself.
(08:06):
They could not be heard aloud. Nevertheless, after the first
moments of terror were over, I was ashamed of my
suspicions against a man who hitherto had behaved so admirably.
Nothing in his conduct or character justified suspicion. Moreover, a
(08:28):
moment's reflection reassured me his departure could not be a flight.
Instead of ascending the gallery, he was going deeper down
into the gulf. Had he had any bad design, his
way would have been upwards. This reasoning calmed me a little,
and I began to hope the good and peaceful and
(08:51):
imperturbable hands would certainly not have arisen from his sleep
without some serious and grave motive. Was he bent on
the voyage of discovery during the deep still silence of
the night. Had he at last heard that sweet murmur
about which we were all so anxious. End of Chapter nineteen,
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