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
to the Soul to be baffled by my own Invention, and be conquer’d by
those very Arms I myself had devis’d. For a while however my Soldiers
sustained the Attack of the rebellious Army, till a Ball took off
_Tomopoloko_. Then every one lost his Courage, and we all turn’d our
Backs and fled to the Woods and Mountains. I, for my Part, climb’d to
the Top of a Rock, from whence I descended into the Valley on the other
Side. There I paus’d a while to curse my Fate, or rather my Folly,
and to pour out my Soul in Tears and Sighs. But, alas! it was all too
late. So great was the Disorder of my Spirits, that I forgot to throw
off my Diadem, which was the very thing that in all likelihood must
have discover’d me. After I had sat trembling for half an Hour in that
Valley, I heard the Voices of some Persons climbing the Rock, and
roaring out Vengeance against me if they found me. I then look’d all
round me for a Place to conceal myself in. There was hard by a deep
Wood overgrown with Trees and Bushes. I presently enter’d into it, and
having pick’d out something like a Path, I walk’d on till I came to a
Cave. Here I stopp’d some Moments to take Breath. By and by I crept
into the Cave, like a Serpent, upon my Belly, and as I perceiv’d it to
be very deep and shelving, yet of easy Descent, I resolv’d to penetrate
to the Bottom of it. But I had scarce walk’d a Quarter of a Mile, when
all on a Sudden I tumbled down, and as if Thunder drove me, was hurry’d
headlong through the thickest Darkness, till at last a faint glimmering
Light dawn’d in upon me. With the Increase of that Light the Force of
my Motion was proportionably diminish’d, so that by little and little,
and in the gentlest Manner, like a Person rising out of the Water, I
found myself among some Mountains, which to my unutterable Amazement, I
observ’d to be the very same from whence some Years ago I was hurry’d
down into the subterranean World. The Reason of that Abatement of my
Motion, I found after some Reflection to be owing to the Quality of
our Atmosphere, which is much denser, and consequently resists more
than the subterranean Atmosphere. Unless it were so, the same Thing
would have happen’d to me in my Ascent, as in my Descent, and in all
likelihood I must then have been carry’d aloft through the Air as far
as the Region of the Moon. Yet I submit this Hypothesis to the maturer
Examination of Philosophers.
CHAP. XVI.
_The_ +Author’s+ _Return into his own
Country_.
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