The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and Adventure — John Shaqi
The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and AdventureCollingwood, Harry
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The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and Adventure
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Sea stories
"Which diffiguldy I have gombledely gonquered," triumphantly exclaimed
the professor, rising excitedly from his seat with flushed cheeks and
flashing eyes. "Do me, Heinrich von Schalckenberg, belongs the honour
and glory of having made dwo mosd imbordand disgoveries, disgoveries of
ingalgulable value do the worldt, disgoveries which will enable me do
soar ad will indo the highesd regions of the embyrean, do skim the
surface of the ocean, or do blunge do ids lowesd debths."
"Bravo, professor; that was positively dramatic!" exclaimed the baronet.
"You have mistaken your business, my dear sir; you were undoubtedly
born to be an actor. But what are these two most important discoveries
of which you so exultantly speak?"
"They are a new medal and a new power," exclaimed the professor. Then,
fumbling in his breast-pocket, he drew forth a wallet from which he
extracted a small rectangular plate of--apparently--polished silver. It
measured about five inches long by four inches broad, and was about a
quarter of an inch thick.
"There, Sir Reginald," he exclaimed, offering the plate to the baronet,
"dell me whad you think of thad."
"Very pretty indeed," commented Sir Reginald, as he held out his hand to
take it. "What is it? Silver? Phew! No; it can't be that," as his
fingers closed upon it; "it is far too light for silver. Why, it seems
to be absolutely devoid of weight altogether. What is it, professor?"
"Thad, my good sir, is my new medal, which I gall `_aethereum_' begause
of ids wonderful lighdness. See here."
There was a very handsome cut glass water-jug, full, standing on the
table in a capacious salver of hammered brass. The professor took up
the jug and emptied it into the salver, almost filling the latter. Then
he laid the glittering slab of metal down on the surface of the water,
where it floated as buoyantly as though it had been an empty box
constructed of the lightest cardboard. The professor raised the salver
from the table and agitated the water, to show that the metal actually
floated.
"Why, it floats as lightly as a cork!" exclaimed the colonel in the
utmost astonishment.
"Korg!" exclaimed the professor disdainfully, "korg is _heavy_ gombared
with this. This is the lighdesd solid known. Loog ad this."
The professor lifted the plate of metal out of the water, and, wiping it
dry very carefully with his silk pocket-handkerchief, held it suspended,
flat side downwards, between his finger and thumb. Then, when he had
poised it as nearly horizontal as he could guess at, he let it go. It
wavered about in the air as a thin sheet of paper would have done, and
finally sailed aslant and very gently to the ground, amid the astonished
exclamations of the beholders, by whom it was immediately examined with
the utmost curiosity.
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