A Voyage round the World: A book for boysKingston, William Henry Giles
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A Voyage round the World: A book for boys
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
It was night by the time we reached the harbour, the sea calm as glass;
and it struck me that there was something peculiarly solemn as we looked
out on that dark, silent expanse of water, after gazing as we had done
for some days on the lofty snow-capped Cordilleras, and the laughing
green valleys round Lima. Dark as was the water, no sooner were the
oars dipped in it than it appeared as if they were ladling up some
red-hot fluid metal; and as the boat which was sent to take us off
pulled toward us from the ship, she left a long line of fire in her
wake. Even when we scooped up the water in our hands and threw it into
the air, it appeared like sparkles of fire, so long did it retain its
brilliancy. The slightest movement in the water caused a flash of
light. Jerry and I agreed that we had never seen anything more
beautiful. The doctor told us that this phosphorescence or luminosity
of the ocean is caused by a minute animal, scarcely perceptible to the
naked eye, though sufficient to tinge the water of a brown or reddish
colour. Other marine substances are, however, luminous. While we were
waiting to step into the boat, the bay having returned to its original
darkness, on a sudden it appeared as if it had become a vast caldron of
molten lead. The waters tumbled and rolled about in sheets of flame.
"It is indeed a beautiful sight," exclaimed the doctor; "never saw such
a display of luminosity."
"Grand, grand!" cried Jerry. "A thing to talk about--ah! what is that?"
We were all silent. There was a low, rumbling, awful noise, neither
like distant thunder nor the report of cannon--nor, indeed, anything
else I ever heard; the earth seemed to sink under our feet, and then as
if it were being crushed together--rocks, and earth, and sand, all in
one lump by some mighty force. It was very dreadful. Our knees
positively trembled under us, at least I felt mine doing so. The boat
rose and fell several times. I remembered the way in which old Callao
had been destroyed, and I began to fear that a similar catastrophe was
about to occur. For a time there was a perfect rest, no movement of
earth, or water, or air--not the less awful on that account though.
"Is it all over?" at length exclaimed Jerry, who was the first to break
the silence.
"I hope so," answered the doctor; "but let us get into the boat, and
pull on board; we shall be safer there than on shore, at all events."
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