I was so lost in my own thoughts, that I walked along scarcely knowing
how or where. I was calculating the chances of my reaching the mine by
the evening, and considering how I should introduce myself. I had not
gone two hundred steps, when I perceived I was not in the right road. I
looked round, and found myself in a wild-looking forest of ancient firs,
where apparently the stroke of the axe had never been heard. A few steps
more brought me amid huge rocks covered with moss and saxifragous plants,
between which whole fields of snow and ice were extended. The air was
intensely cold. I looked round, and the forest had disappeared behind
me; a few steps more, and there was the stillness of death itself. The
icy plain on which I stood stretched to an immeasurable distance, and a
thick cloud rested upon it; the sun was of a red blood-colour at the
verge of the horizon; the cold was insupportable. I could not imagine
what had happened to me. The benumbing frost made me quicken my pace. I
heard a distant sound of waters; and, at one step more, I stood on the
icy shore of some ocean. Innumerable droves of sea-dogs rushed past me
and plunged into the waves. I continued my way along this coast, and
again met with rocks, plains, birch and fir forests, and yet only a few
minutes had elapsed. It was now intensely hot. I looked around, and
suddenly found myself between some fertile rice-fields and
mulberry-trees; I sat down under their shade, and found by my watch that
it was just one quarter of an hour since I had left the village market.
I fancied it was a dream; but no, I was indeed awake, as I felt by the
experiment I made of biting my tongue. I closed my eyes in order to
collect my scattered thoughts. Presently I heard unintelligible words
uttered in a nasal tone; and I beheld two Chinese, whose Asiatic
physiognomies were not to be mistaken, even had their costume not
betrayed their origin. They were addressing me in the language and with
the salutations of their country. I rose, and drew back a couple of
steps. They had disappeared; the landscape was entirely changed; the
rice-fields had given place to trees and woods. I examined some of the
trees and plants around me, and ascertained such of them as I was
acquainted with to be productions of the southern part of Asia. I made
one step towards a particular tree, and again all was changed. I now
moved on like a recruit at drill, taking slow and measured steps, gazing
with astonished eyes at the wonderful variety of regions, plains,
meadows, mountains, steppes, and sandy deserts, which passed in
succession before me. I had now no doubt that I had seven-leagued boots
on my feet.
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