Fragments of Science: A Series of Detached Essays, Addresses, and Reviews. V. 1-2Tyndall, John
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Fragments of Science: A Series of Detached Essays, Addresses, and Reviews. V. 1-2
Tyndall, John
Chemistry; Physics; Science
Even in the heart of the eclipse the darkness was by no means perfect.
Small print could be read. In fact, the clouds which rendered the day
a dark one, by scattering light into the shadow, rendered the darkness
less intense than it would have been had the atmosphere been without
cloud. In the more open spaces I sought for stars, but could find
none. There was a lull in the wind before and after totality, but
during the totality the wind was strong. I waited for some time on
the bastionet, hoping to get a glimpse of the moon on the opposite
border of the sun, but in vain. The clouds continued, and some rain
fell. The day brightened somewhat afterwards, and, having packed all
up, in the sober twilight Mr. Crookes and myself climbed the heights
above the fort of Vera Cruz. From this eminence we had a very noble
view over the Mediterranean and the flanking African hills. The
sunset was remarkable, and the whole outlook exceedingly fine.
The able and well-instructed medical officer of the "Urgent," Mr.
Goodman, observed the following temperatures during the progress of
the eclipse:
Hour Deg.
11.45 56
11.55 55
12.10 54
12.37 53
12.39 52
12.43 51
1.5 52
1.27 53
1.44 56
2.10 57
The minimum temperature occurred some minutes after totality, when a
slight rain fell.
The wind was so strong on the 23rd that Captain Henderson would not
venture out. Guided by Mr. Goodman, I visited a cave in a remarkable
stratum of shell-breccia, and, thanks to my guide, secured specimens.
Mr. Busk informs me that a precisely similar breccia, is found at
Gibraltar, at approximately the same level. During the afternoon,
Admiral Ommaney and myself drove to the fort of Marsa el Kibir. The
fortification is of ancient origin, the Moorish arches being still
there in decay, but the fort is now very strong. About four or five
hundred fine-looking dragoons were looking after their horses, waiting
for a lull to enable them to embark for France. One of their officers
was wandering in a very solitary fashion over the fort. We had some
conversation with him. He had been at Sedan, had been taken prisoner,
but had effected his escape. He shook his head when we spoke of the
termination of the war, and predicted its long continuance. There was
bitterness in his tone as he spoke of the charges of treason so
lightly levelled against French commanders.
The green waves raved round the promontory on which the fort stands,
smiting the rocks, breaking into foam, and jumping, after impact, to a
height of a hundred feet and more into the air. As we returned our
vehicle broke down through the loss of a wheel. The Admiral went on
board, while I remained long watching the agitated sea. The little
horses of Oran well merit a passing word. Their speed and endurance,
both of which are heavily drawn upon by their drivers, are
extraordinary.
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