\"The Conductor, Rian Krieger's Journey\" audiobook in English

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Description

Historical fiction about a 12-year old girl in 1835 Philadelphia becoming a conductor on the Underground Railroad

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

Irish (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Have you ever sharpened a chisel before? R asked Seamus? I've never even held a chisel before. Ok. This is a flat bench. Chisel. I just sharpened it yesterday. Look at the blade, tell me what you see. It's about an inch wide. The blade tapers down to an angle. Rian noted that Seamus used the word taper correctly. That's called a bevel for this chisel. We want the bevel to be about 25 degrees. Seamus looked lost already. Don't worry about it. You'll figure it out soon. What else do you see? The edge is true as a dye the angle at the very bottom of the bevel gets a little steeper good. That's called a micro bevel. That's the part that does all the work. The micro bevel must be as sharp as possible. Rian picked up another chisel. Now, this is one of the chisels that Hans knocked off a work bench as he was leaving yesterday. Tell me what you see. It's got a little nick in it good today we're going to repair the nick, but it's just a little nick. But that little nick means that every stroke one of the men takes will encounter resistance. Every surface will be flawed. They would have to be sanded out. That can take hours. Makes sense. Let's get started. Two hours later, Seamus was putting the finishing touches on the fifth chisel that Hans had damaged during his angry exit. Rian had to show Shamus something only once and he got it. Oh, sure. He had to practice a bit. Ok. He had to practice a lot but he did, it, did it, did it until he got it right. Seamus took five more strokes on the wet stone. There you go. Look at me. Micro Bevel. How would I do? Cousin Seamus? It looks perfect to me. We've been working half the morning. It's time to try one out, locked a walnut board from the scrap pile into a vice. She pushed the chisel forward on the edge of the board, generating a dark thin ribbon of wood. She handed Seamus the chisel. Here you try. Seamus mimicked Rin's motions, creating a similar ribbon. Well, this is satisfying, satisfying when it's good and sharp, you've done a fine job on these. It seems to me that a good chisel, like a fellow Irishman. What do you mean? That's obvious, isn't it? You take care of your chisel and it'll take care of you. Rian. Thought about Seamus statement. Is that how all the Irish think we stick together? We've had two being under the boot of the English so long. It's the only way we've been able to survive. But you live in America now? Hi. But as soon as my family stepped on these beautiful shores, there was always someone else happy to take the place of the English. Someone with their foot just itching to bear down on the backs of our necks. If that's what it's like, I don't think I'll ever know what it's like to be Irish. I've got some thoughts about that cousin. First count your blessings, but second, you don't need 300 years of misery at the hands of the English to be Irish. It seems to me you express your Irish half pretty well already. What do you mean? My, it's obvious, isn't it? From what I hear you dole out punches at the drop of a hat. Uncle Adrian says that's from my German side. Hm. And maybe you got it from both sides. Your ma was a scrappy one. She came to me ma's defense more than once when they were kids. That's good to hear another thing. You're pretty thick with Conor mcguire. He is as sharp a chisel as you could ever have in your drawer. The thought of Conor at the very beginning of a month long voyage to Humburg and back saddened her. I miss him already. Well, stick with your cousin Seamus this summer was likely to fly by together. We'll make sure you learn to appreciate your Irish half did Uncle Adrian tell you to say that Seamus slid the chisel one more time down the edge of the board. Peeling up a thin walnut ribbon. I don't know what you're talking about.