Audiobook Voice Demo - Carson Fowler
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the mysterious stranger by Mark Twain. Chapter One. It was in 1590 winter. Austria was far away from the world and Asleep. It was still the Middle Ages in Austria, and promised to remain so forever. Some even said it away back centuries upon centuries, and said that by the mental and spiritual clock it was still the age of belief in Austria, but they meant it as a compliment, not a slur, and it was so taken, and we were all proud of it. I remember it well, although I was only a boy, and I remember to the pleasure gave me yes. Austria was far from the world and asleep, and our village was in the middle of that sleep. Being in the middle of Austria, it browsed in peace in the deep privacy of a hellion would see solitude where news from the world hardly ever came to disturb its dreams and was infinitely content. At its front flowed the tranquil river, its surface painted with cloud forms and the reflections of drifting arcs and stone boats. Behind it rose the woody steeps to the base of the lofty precipice. From the top of the precipice found a vast castle. It's long stretch of towers and bastions mailed and vines. Beyond the river a lead to the left was a tumbled expanse of force clothed hills, cloven by winding gorges where the sun never penetrated, and to the right a precipice overlooked the river, and between it and the hills just spoken of lay a far reaching plain dotted with little homesteads, nested among orchards and shade trees, the whole region for leagues around was the hereditary property of a prince, whose servants kept the castle always in perfect condition for the occupancy, but neither he nor his family came there often more than once in five years when they came. It was as if the Lord of the world had arrived and had brought the glories of its kingdoms along, and when they went they left a calm behind, which was like the deep sleep which follows an orgy sldf was like a paradise for us boys. We were not over much pestered with schooling mainly. We were trained to be good christians to revere the Virgin, the Church and the Saints above everything beyond these matters. We were not required to know much, and in fact not allowed to knowledge was not good for the common people and could make them discontent with a lot which God had appointed for them, and God would not endure discontentment with his plans. We had two priests, one of them. Father Adolf, was a very zealous and strenuous priest, much considered. There may have been better priests in some ways than Father Adolf, but there was never one in our commune who was held in more solemn and awful respect. This was because he had absolutely no fear of the devil. He was the only christian I have ever known of whom that could be truly said. People stood in deep dread of him on that account, for they thought that there must be something supernatural about him. Elsie could not be so bold and so confident. All men speaking better disapproval of the devil, But they do it reverently, not flippantly, but Father Adolf sway was very different. He called him by every name he could lay his tongue to, and it made everyone shudder that heard him, and often he would even speak of him scornfully and scoffing lee. Then the people cross themselves and when quickly out of his presence, fearing that something fearful might happen, Father Adolf had actually met satan face to face more than once and defied him. This was known to be so. Father Adolf said to himself. He never made any secret of it, but spoke it right out and that he was speaking true. There was proof in at least one instance, for on that occasion he quarreled with the enemy and intricately through his bottle at him, and they're up on the wall of his study was the ready splotch where it struck and broke