The Brick Moon and Other Stories by Edward Everett Hale
page 68 of 358 (18%)
page 68 of 358 (18%)
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"Hurrah. All well. Air, food, and friends! what
more can man require? Hurrah." How like George! How like Ben Brannan! How like George's wife! How like them all! And they were all well! Yet poor _I_ could not answer. Nay, I could only guess what Haliburton had done. But I have never, I believe, been so grateful since I was born. After a pause, the united line of leapers resumed their jumps and hops. Long and short spelled out:-- "Your O. K. is twice as large as it need be." Of the meaning of this, lonely _I_ had, of course, no idea. "I have a power of seven hundred," continued George. How did he get that? He has never told us. But this I can see, that all our analogies deceive us,--of views of the sea from Mt. Washington, or of the Boston State House from Wachusett. For in these views we look through forty or eighty miles of dense terrestrial atmosphere. But Orcutt was looking nearly vertically through an atmosphere which was, most of it, rare indeed, and pure indeed, compared with its lowest stratum. In the record-book of my observations these despatches are entered as 12 and 13. Of course it was impossible for me to reply. All I could do was to |
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