Robur the Conqueror by Jules Verne
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But the best catches were made with the drag-nets, which brought up
at each haul carp, bream, salmon, saltwater pike, and a number of medium-sized sterlets, which wealthy gourmets have sent alive to Astrakhan, Moscow, and Petersburg, and which now passed direct from their natural element into the cook's kettle without any charge for transport. An hour's work sufficed to fill up the larders of the aeronef, and she resumed her course to the north. During the fishing Frycollin had continued shouting and kicking at his cabin wall, and making a tremendous noise. "That wretched nigger will not be quiet, then?" said Robur, almost out of patience. "It seems to me, sir, he has a right to complain," said Phil Evans. "Yes, and I have a right to look after my ears," replied Robur. "Engineer Robur!" said Uncle Prudent, who had just appeared on deck. "President of the Weldon Institute!" They had stepped up to one another, and were looking into the whites of each other's eyes. Then Robur shrugged his shoulders. "Put him at the end of a line," he said. Turner saw his meaning at once. Frycollin was dragged out of his cabin. Loud were his cries when the mate and one of the men seized |
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