“In future,” said Jules, stoutly, “it can rain sulphur or blood; if any
one is afraid, it will not be I.”
“There can also fall from the sky, with or without rain, various mineral
substances, such as sand, for example, or powdered chalk, or dust from
the roads. There is even mention of showers of small animals,
caterpillars, insects, and very young toads. The marvelous feature of
these rains disappears if one considers that a violent blast of wind can
carry with it all light substances encountered in its course, and can
transport them long distances before letting them fall again.
“At other times a rain of insects is due to something else besides
transportation by the wind. Some kinds of grasshoppers, for example,
gather together in immense swarms to go to another district when
nutriment fails them. The emigrating band flies, as at a given signal,
and passes through the air in the form of a great cloud that intercepts
the daylight. The migration continues for days at a time, so numerous is
the host. Then the voracious swarm alights, like a living storm, on the
vegetation of some distant province. In a few hours grass, leaves of
trees, grain, prairies—everything is browsed. The soil, as if ravaged by
fire, hasn’t a blade of grass left. Sometimes the people of Algeria die
of hunger. The grasshopper has devoured their harvests.
“Volcanoes cause cinder-showers. Volcanic ashes is the name given to the
calcined dust thrown up to a great height by volcanoes at the moment of
their eruption. These powdered substances form enormous clouds, which
produce in the daytime a darkness like that of the darkest nights, and
which, falling to earth at a greater or less distance, stifle animals
and plants under their showers of dust.”
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CHAPTER XLV
VOLCANOES
“IT is not late yet, Uncle,” said Jules; “you ought to tell us about
those terrible mountains, those volcanoes that the showers of ashes come
from.”
At the word “volcano,” Emile, who was already asleep, rubbed his eyes
and became all attention. He too wanted to hear the great story. As
usual, their uncle yielded to their entreaties.
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