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
During our Journey, I was surpriz’d to see all around me the Natives
so intent upon their Labours, that at the Approach of Passengers
nobody left off Work, or even threw their Eyes round, tho’ something
extraordinary should even pass along. But at the Close of Day, their
Toils all ended, then they indulg’d in every Amusement of the Mind,
the chief Magistrate conniving and tolerating these Diversions, as
Reliefs and Strengtheners of the Body and Mind, and something full as
necessary as Meat and Drink. This and other Things made the Journey
highly grateful. The whole Country is perfectly beautiful. Imagine it
a spacious Amphitheatre, and such an one as Nature alone could make.
Where Nature was less profuse, all was supply’d by the Industry of
the Inhabitants, who were animated to these rural Toils, and to the
cultivating and improving their Land, by Rewards from the Magistrate;
and whoever suffer’d his Grounds to run to Ruin, afterwards wrought for
Hire. We pass’d by many fair Villages, which from the Multitude of them
look’d like one continued City, and exhibited the same Appearance all
along. Yet we were something infested by the Monkeys from the Woods,
which rambling up and down, and from an Affinity in my Shape, imagining
I was of their Race, were continually teazing me with their Approaches
and Touches. I could scarce suppress my Rage, when I perceiv’d that
this was a perfect Comedy to some of the Trees; for I was conducted to
Court (by express Order of his Majesty) in the same Dress, in which I
alighted upon the Planet, namely, with my Harpoon in my right Hand,
that his Majesty might behold what the Dress of our World was, and
particularly what was my own Appearance upon my Arrival. And very
opportunely it was that I had my Harpoon in my Hand, that I might chace
away those Swarms of Monkeys that gather’d apace at last round me;
tho’ it was all in vain; for in the room of those that fled more came,
so that I was forced to move every Step like a Man upon his Guard.
CHAP. IV.
_The Court of the_ Potuan _Empire_.
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