A journey to the world under-groundHolberg, Ludvig
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A journey to the world under-ground
Holberg, Ludvig
Utopias -- Early works to 1800; Voyages, Imaginary -- Early works to 1800
This whole Region is mountainous. And hence the frequent Windings of
the Mountains, their overhanging Tops, together with the Deepness of
the Vales below, are the Occasion of very great Echoes here. As soon
as I found myself near the Shore, I hollow’d out as loud as I was
able, in hopes that some of the Inhabitants upon the Coasts might hear
me, and come to my Assistance. My first Shout was not return’d, but
after I had repeated it, I heard a Kind of Noise from the Shore, and
at length saw the Inhabitants running out of the Woods, and coming to
meet me with a Boat, which was made of Osier Branches and Oaken Twigs,
a Proof that they were not a very improv’d or civiliz’d People. But
the Sight of the Rowers gave me a Transport beyond Description; for
as to their exterior Figure, they did not differ at all from Men, and
were the only Creatures of my own Species that I had beheld during this
whole Subterranean Tour. They are something like the Inhabitants of
the Torrid Zone. For they have black Beards, and short, curl’d Hair;
and those who have long, flaxen Hair, are reputed a Kind of Monsters.
At length they drew near to the broken Piece of the Ship I was upon,
and took me into their Boat in a dropping Condition. They then row’d
to Shore, where after I had been refresh’d with some Meat and Drink,
though in a very plain and coarse Manner, I soon recover’d my Vigour
and Spirits, notwithstanding I had been three whole Days and Nights in
a Manner combating with Thirst and Hunger.
CHAP. XII.
_The Author’s Arrival at_ +Quama+.
And now a Croud of People surrounded me. They talk’d to me in their
Language, of which, as I was wholly ignorant, I was at a Loss what to
answer. They often repeated the Word _Dank_, _Dank_, which sounding
like High Dutch, I answer’d first in that Language, then in the
_Danish_ Tongue, and lastly in _Latin_. But to all this they only shook
their Heads, to intimate that these Languages were utterly unknown
to them. Then I try’d them in the Subterranean Languages, namely,
the _Nazaric_, and the _Martinian_; but all to no Purpose. This made
me conclude, that they were an unsociable Nation, who had no Kind of
Commerce with the rest of the World, and that therefore I should be
under a Necessity in this Country of turning Boy, and going to School
once more to learn my Letters.
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