Limanora : $b the island of progressSweven, Godfrey
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Limanora : $b the island of progress
Sweven, Godfrey
Islands of the Pacific -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
With the same wonder with which in later life we begin to watch the
marvellous workings of the functions of our bodies I entered on my
new investigation. As we approached Oolorefa it seemed to me that we
had made a mistake and come to the wrong building; for it rang with
the most entrancing music and I thought that it must be the cathedral
of the island. It had one vast central dome surrounded by countless
cupolas, and as we skirted the edifice I heard underneath each of these
smaller roofs sweet melodies sounding too low to be heard beyond its
partition walls and almost drowned in the thunderous diapason of the
central dome. These I took for chapels and fanes subsidiary to the
great temple, round which they clustered.
We entered and I was amazed to find under what I had thought to be the
temple of the island a great mansion, but dwarfed by the height and
size of the temple roof. The fence enclosing it had just been shaken
to dust by their new electric process for the atomising of irelium.
What was to be done with the new structure? It was walled in by the
giant cupola, and could not possibly be removed. The thought was
beating about in my mind, but ceased before a sudden crash; I looked
up and there, one complete and evenly cut quadrant of the dome had
vanished, and the bright sun shone in undimmed by any medium. I again
noticed something going on around us. Great flanks like the sides of
a ship were fitted to the bottom of the new building, and along them
underneath were adjusted huge floats. Wings were then attached to
either side, and a strong wing-engine was placed in the body and two
rudder-engines in the after-part of the raft. They were rapidly charged
with electricity, the floats were exhausted of their heavier air, and
up rose the whole structure through the huge aperture in the dome; and
I could see its pilots guide it this way and that through the air to
fit the unequal and varying wind that blew, till at last it disappeared
round a shoulder of Lilaroma. I had run out of Oolorefa to watch the
flight of the great mansion on its aërial raft, and when it went out of
sight I returned, reflecting with a sigh of relief that this explained
the magic growth of the house in which I lived; the additions had
arrived and been fixed and adapted to the purposes of human habitation
while I was sleeping or absent on my daily pursuits.
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