Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England With Airship and Submarine, by Harry Collingwood. ________________________________________________________________________ This is the second book about the strange vessel, the "Flying Fish", that can travel on the surface of the waters, or below them, and that can rise in the air to a great height, and travel to great distances. All this is achieved by the fact that the vessel is made of the novel metal aethereum, which is lighter than air, and that the power is produced by another novel source. These two books place Collingwood among the very first authors to explore the science-fiction genre, which makes this book very important in the history of literature. The other book about this vessel, "The Log of the Flying Fish", has several characters in common with this one, and some of their deeds, in particular the relations with various African chieftains, are continuations of the same adventures. However there are plenty of new episodes in this book. The book dates from slightly after the Victorian era, though many of the episodes have a strongly Victorian flavour. Makes a brilliant audiobook, great fun to listen to. ________________________________________________________________________ WITH AIRSHIP AND SUBMARINE, BY HARRY COLLINGWOOD. CHAPTER ONE. A LUCKY MEETING. It was late afternoon, on a certain grey and dismal day, toward the latter part of February, that two men happened to encounter each other, after a long interval, upon the steps of the Migrants' Club. The one--a tall, well-built, and exceedingly handsome man, with blond curly hair, and beard and moustache to match--was entering the building; while the other--a much shorter and stouter figure, with a cast of features which rendered his German origin unmistakable--was standing upon the top step, puffing at a cigar, as he leisurely drew on his gloves preparatory to his emergence upon the street. As the two men glanced at each other the light of mutual recognition leaped into their eyes, and in a moment the right hand of each was locked in the cordial grip of the other. "Ach, mine vriendt," exclaimed the shorter of the two, as he beamed up at the other through his gold-rimmed spectacles, "how are you? and how is her ladyship? Both quite well, I hope!" "Thanks, Professor, yes; we are both as hale and hearty as we can possibly wish. But I am sorry to say that my little daughter--by the way, are you aware that I have a daughter?" "Ach, yes; I heard of it; zomebody toldt me of it, but I vorget who it vas, now. Led me gongradulade you upon the zirgumstance, if it be nod doo lade."