Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint)
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Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint) (2015)
EN PB NWISBN: 9781330169964 bzw. 1330169964, in Englisch, Forgotten Books, Taschenbuch, neu.
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Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad Sometimes, if the weather was dull, my comrades repaired to my room (which was dignified as ´´the workshop´´) to hear a disquisition on the last invention, or to help if they could in removing some troublesome and apparently insuperable mechanical difficulty. Or we planned a glorious game of cricket, or golf, or football, that seldom came to a close until the evening grew too dark for longer play. In spring-time we would sally forth into the country to some well-remembered bank, where the primroses and violets bloomed earliest, and return at dusk, bringing many a bunch for those at home. The summer afternoons often found us loitering, rod in hand, along the margin ol a shady streamlet, in whose deeper pools the silvery troutlets loved to feed. And it fed, truly, with little danger from us. The writhing worm (we never soared to the use of tne fly), though ever so skilfully and unfeelingly twined round the hook, failed to allure the scaly brood, which we could see darting up and down the current without so much as a nibble at our tempting bait. Not so, however, with another member of that tribe, the little stickleback, or ´´beardie,´´ as we called :t, to which we had the most determined and unreasonable antipathy. The cry of ´´A beardie I a beardie ! ´´ from one of our party was the sign for every rod and stick to be thrown down on the bank, and a genera! rush to the spot where the enemy of the trout had been seen. Off went stockings and shoes, and in plunged the wearer, straight to the large stone in mid-channel under which the foe was supposed to be lurking. Cautiously were the fingers passed into the crevices and round the base of the stone, and the little victim, fairly caught at last in his den, was thrown in triumph to the bank, where many a stone was at hand to end his torments and his life. Autumn brought round the cornfields, and the hedgerows rich in hip, and haw, and bramble; and then, dear to the heart of schoolboy, came winter with its sliding, skating, and snowballing, and its long, merry evenings, with their rounds of festivity and plumcake. ´Tis an old story, truly ; but I remember as if it had been yesterday, how ray Saturday employments were changed, and how the vagrant, careless fancies of the schoolboy passed into the settled purposes that have moulded the man. I had passed a Saturday afternoon alone, and next day as usual met my comrades at church. On comparing notes, I found that the previous afternoon they had set out for some Iime-quarries, about four miles off, and had returned laden with wonders-plants of strange form, with scales, teeth, and bones of uncouth fishes, all embedded in the heart of the stone, and drawn out of a subterranean territory of almost fabulous extent and gloom. Could anything more marvellous have been suggested to a youthful fancy? The caverns of the Genii, even that of the Wonderful Lamp, seemed not more to be coveted. At least the new cave had this great advantage over the old ones, that I was sure it was really true ; a faint suspicion having begun to arise that, possibly, after all, the Eastern caverns might have no more tangible existence than on the pages of the story-book. But here, only four miles from my own door, was a real cavern, mysterious beyond the power of my friends to describe, inhabited by living men wno toiled like gnomes, with murky faces and little lamps on their foreheads, driving wagons, and blasting open the rock in vast and seemingly impenetrable galleries, where the sullen reverberations boomed as it were for miles among endless gigantic pillars and sheets of Stygian water and stretched awa´´ deep and dark into fathomless gloom. And in that rock, wrapped up in its substance like mummies in their cerements, lay heaps of plants of wondrous kinds ; some resembled those of our woods and streams, but there wer: Taschenbuch, 25.06.2015.
Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad Sometimes, if the weather was dull, my comrades repaired to my room (which was dignified as ´´the workshop´´) to hear a disquisition on the last invention, or to help if they could in removing some troublesome and apparently insuperable mechanical difficulty. Or we planned a glorious game of cricket, or golf, or football, that seldom came to a close until the evening grew too dark for longer play. In spring-time we would sally forth into the country to some well-remembered bank, where the primroses and violets bloomed earliest, and return at dusk, bringing many a bunch for those at home. The summer afternoons often found us loitering, rod in hand, along the margin ol a shady streamlet, in whose deeper pools the silvery troutlets loved to feed. And it fed, truly, with little danger from us. The writhing worm (we never soared to the use of tne fly), though ever so skilfully and unfeelingly twined round the hook, failed to allure the scaly brood, which we could see darting up and down the current without so much as a nibble at our tempting bait. Not so, however, with another member of that tribe, the little stickleback, or ´´beardie,´´ as we called :t, to which we had the most determined and unreasonable antipathy. The cry of ´´A beardie I a beardie ! ´´ from one of our party was the sign for every rod and stick to be thrown down on the bank, and a genera! rush to the spot where the enemy of the trout had been seen. Off went stockings and shoes, and in plunged the wearer, straight to the large stone in mid-channel under which the foe was supposed to be lurking. Cautiously were the fingers passed into the crevices and round the base of the stone, and the little victim, fairly caught at last in his den, was thrown in triumph to the bank, where many a stone was at hand to end his torments and his life. Autumn brought round the cornfields, and the hedgerows rich in hip, and haw, and bramble; and then, dear to the heart of schoolboy, came winter with its sliding, skating, and snowballing, and its long, merry evenings, with their rounds of festivity and plumcake. ´Tis an old story, truly ; but I remember as if it had been yesterday, how ray Saturday employments were changed, and how the vagrant, careless fancies of the schoolboy passed into the settled purposes that have moulded the man. I had passed a Saturday afternoon alone, and next day as usual met my comrades at church. On comparing notes, I found that the previous afternoon they had set out for some Iime-quarries, about four miles off, and had returned laden with wonders-plants of strange form, with scales, teeth, and bones of uncouth fishes, all embedded in the heart of the stone, and drawn out of a subterranean territory of almost fabulous extent and gloom. Could anything more marvellous have been suggested to a youthful fancy? The caverns of the Genii, even that of the Wonderful Lamp, seemed not more to be coveted. At least the new cave had this great advantage over the old ones, that I was sure it was really true ; a faint suspicion having begun to arise that, possibly, after all, the Eastern caverns might have no more tangible existence than on the pages of the story-book. But here, only four miles from my own door, was a real cavern, mysterious beyond the power of my friends to describe, inhabited by living men wno toiled like gnomes, with murky faces and little lamps on their foreheads, driving wagons, and blasting open the rock in vast and seemingly impenetrable galleries, where the sullen reverberations boomed as it were for miles among endless gigantic pillars and sheets of Stygian water and stretched awa´´ deep and dark into fathomless gloom. And in that rock, wrapped up in its substance like mummies in their cerements, lay heaps of plants of wondrous kinds ; some resembled those of our woods and streams, but there wer: Taschenbuch, 25.06.2015.
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Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint)
EN NWISBN: 9781330169964 bzw. 1330169964, in Englisch, neu.
Lieferung aus: Deutschland, plus shipping, Versandfertig in 5 - 7 Tagen.
Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad Sometimes, if the weather was dull, my comrades repaired to my room (which was dignified as "the workshop") to hear a disquisition on the last invention, or to help if they could in removing some troublesome and apparently insuperable mechanical difficulty. Or we planned a glorious game of cricket, or golf, or football, that seldom came to a close until the evening grew too dark for longer play. In spring-time we would sally forth into the country to some well-remembered bank, where the primroses and violets bloomed earliest, and return at dusk, bringing many a bunch for those at home. The summer afternoons often found us loitering, rod in hand, along the margin ol a shady streamlet, in whose deeper pools the silvery troutlets loved to feed. And it fed, truly, with little danger from us. The writhing worm (we never soared to the use of tne fly), though ever so skilfully and unfeelingly twined round the hook, failed to allure the scaly brood, which we could see darting up and down the current without so much as a nibble at our tempting bait. Not so, however, with another member of that tribe, the little stickleback, or "beardie," as we called :t, to which we had the most determined and unreasonable antipathy. The cry of "A beardie I a beardie ! " from one of our party was the sign for every rod and stick to be thrown down on the bank, and a genera! rush to the spot where the enemy of the trout had been seen. Off went stockings and shoes, and in plunged the wearer, straight to the large stone in mid-channel under which the foe was supposed to be lurking. Cautiously were the fingers passed into the crevices and round the base of the stone, and the little victim, fairly caught at last in his den, was thrown in triumph to the bank, where many a stone was at hand to end his torments and his life. Autumn brought round the cornfields, and the hedgerows rich in hip, and haw, and bramble; and then, dear to the heart of schoolboy, came winter with its sliding, skating, and snowballing, and its long, merry evenings, with their rounds of festivity and plumcake. 'Tis an old story, truly ; but I remember as if it had been yesterday, how ray Saturday employments were changed, and how the vagrant, careless fancies of the schoolboy passed into the settled purposes that have moulded the man. I had passed a Saturday afternoon alone, and next day as usual met my comrades at church. On comparing notes, I found that the previous afternoon they had set out for some Iime-quarries, about four miles off, and had returned laden with wonders-plants of strange form, with scales, teeth, and bones of uncouth fishes, all embedded in the heart of the stone, and drawn out of a subterranean territory of almost fabulous extent and gloom. Could anything more marvellous have been suggested to a youthful fancy? The caverns of the Genii, even that of the Wonderful Lamp, seemed not more to be coveted. At least the new cave had this great advantage over the old ones, that I was sure it was really true ; a faint suspicion having begun to arise that, possibly, after all, the Eastern caverns might have no more tangible existence than on the pages of the story-book. But here, only four miles from my own door, was a real cavern, mysterious beyond the power of my friends to describe, inhabited by living men wno toiled like gnomes, with murky faces and little lamps on their foreheads, driving wagons, and blasting open the rock in vast and seemingly impenetrable galleries, where the sullen reverberations boomed as it were for miles among endless gigantic pillars and sheets of Stygian water and stretched awa" deep and dark into fathomless gloom. And in that rock, wrapped up in its substance like mummies in their cerements, lay heaps of plants of wondrous kinds ; some resembled those of our woods and streams, but there wer:
Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint), Excerpt from Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad Sometimes, if the weather was dull, my comrades repaired to my room (which was dignified as "the workshop") to hear a disquisition on the last invention, or to help if they could in removing some troublesome and apparently insuperable mechanical difficulty. Or we planned a glorious game of cricket, or golf, or football, that seldom came to a close until the evening grew too dark for longer play. In spring-time we would sally forth into the country to some well-remembered bank, where the primroses and violets bloomed earliest, and return at dusk, bringing many a bunch for those at home. The summer afternoons often found us loitering, rod in hand, along the margin ol a shady streamlet, in whose deeper pools the silvery troutlets loved to feed. And it fed, truly, with little danger from us. The writhing worm (we never soared to the use of tne fly), though ever so skilfully and unfeelingly twined round the hook, failed to allure the scaly brood, which we could see darting up and down the current without so much as a nibble at our tempting bait. Not so, however, with another member of that tribe, the little stickleback, or "beardie," as we called :t, to which we had the most determined and unreasonable antipathy. The cry of "A beardie I a beardie ! " from one of our party was the sign for every rod and stick to be thrown down on the bank, and a genera! rush to the spot where the enemy of the trout had been seen. Off went stockings and shoes, and in plunged the wearer, straight to the large stone in mid-channel under which the foe was supposed to be lurking. Cautiously were the fingers passed into the crevices and round the base of the stone, and the little victim, fairly caught at last in his den, was thrown in triumph to the bank, where many a stone was at hand to end his torments and his life. Autumn brought round the cornfields, and the hedgerows rich in hip, and haw, and bramble; and then, dear to the heart of schoolboy, came winter with its sliding, skating, and snowballing, and its long, merry evenings, with their rounds of festivity and plumcake. 'Tis an old story, truly ; but I remember as if it had been yesterday, how ray Saturday employments were changed, and how the vagrant, careless fancies of the schoolboy passed into the settled purposes that have moulded the man. I had passed a Saturday afternoon alone, and next day as usual met my comrades at church. On comparing notes, I found that the previous afternoon they had set out for some Iime-quarries, about four miles off, and had returned laden with wonders-plants of strange form, with scales, teeth, and bones of uncouth fishes, all embedded in the heart of the stone, and drawn out of a subterranean territory of almost fabulous extent and gloom. Could anything more marvellous have been suggested to a youthful fancy? The caverns of the Genii, even that of the Wonderful Lamp, seemed not more to be coveted. At least the new cave had this great advantage over the old ones, that I was sure it was really true ; a faint suspicion having begun to arise that, possibly, after all, the Eastern caverns might have no more tangible existence than on the pages of the story-book. But here, only four miles from my own door, was a real cavern, mysterious beyond the power of my friends to describe, inhabited by living men wno toiled like gnomes, with murky faces and little lamps on their foreheads, driving wagons, and blasting open the rock in vast and seemingly impenetrable galleries, where the sullen reverberations boomed as it were for miles among endless gigantic pillars and sheets of Stygian water and stretched awa" deep and dark into fathomless gloom. And in that rock, wrapped up in its substance like mummies in their cerements, lay heaps of plants of wondrous kinds ; some resembled those of our woods and streams, but there wer:
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Geological Sketches at Home and Abroad (Classic Reprint)
EN NWISBN: 9781330169964 bzw. 1330169964, in Englisch, FB &c Ltd, neu.
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