Demo (Asher Harris, Narration)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the nautilus was floating in the midst of a phosphorescent layer, which in the semi darkness seemed extraordinarily bright. This effect was produced by Myriads of tiny luminous animals whose glitter increased as they touched the submarines. Metal hull. I also saw flashes of light in the midst of these waters, looking like streams of melted lead in a blazing furnace or metal brought to a red white heat. They were such that, by contrast some of the other luminous areas were like shadows in the fiery waters, from which all shadows should have disappeared. Like many other philosophers who have greatly extended our knowledge of nature, Galileo had a remarkable aptitude for the invention of instruments designed for philosophical research to facilitate his practical work. We find that in 15 99 he had engaged a skilled workmen who was to live in his house, and be constantly at hand to try the devices which were forever springing from Galileo's fertile brain. The appearance of the island when I came on deck the next morning was altogether changed. Although the breeze had now utterly ceased. We had made a great deal of way during the night, and were now lying becalmed about half a mile to the south east of the low eastern coast. Gray colored woods covered a large part of the surface. This even tint was indeed broken up by streaks of yellow sand in the lower lands, and by many tall trees of the pine family. Out topping the others. Some singly summoned clumps. The general coloring was uniform and sad. The hills ran up clear above the vegetation inspires of naked rock. All were strangely shaped, and the Spy glass, Which was by three or 400 ft the tallest on the island, was likewise the strangest in configuration, running up sheer from almost every side, and then suddenly cut off at the top like a pedestal to put a statue on. The prince journeyed on, spending days traveling and his knights and little wayside ends. Till one day he found himself in the heart of the Adamant mountains. The great red granite crags of the surrounding peaks rose out of the gleaming snow like ugly fingers, and the slopes of the giant glaciers sparkled in the sun like torrents of diamonds. The prince sat down by some stunted trees, whose tops have been broken off a long time ago by an avalanche, and began to eat the bit of bread and cheese that he had stored in his pocket. Meanwhile his black horse ate the grass which grew here and there along the mountain path, and as the prince sat there in the bright sun and silence of the mountains he became aware of a low, continuous roaring. There must be a waterfall nearby, said the prince to himself. I'll go and see it