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The Lost City

Chapter 2 PROFESSOR FEATHERWIT TAKING NOTES.

Word Count: 2253    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

come yonder sullen roar, which was now beginning to come their

nergy which told how serious he regarded the emergency, and,

along the wooden ways prepared for that express purpose, while Professor Featherwit hurried aboard a few article

to spare in idle motions. See! The stor

seemed, in

y boulders, tossing them here and there, as a giant of olden tales might play with jackstones, snappi

e professor put that cunning machinery in motion, causing the air-ship to rise from its ways with a sudden

is at stake; but the flying-machine was afloat and fairly off upon the most marvellous journey m

htly gripping the polished lever through which he controlled that admirable mechanism. "I have longed for just such an oppo

yonder awful force in action. "Of course I'm not scared, or anything like that, uncle Phaet

, more deeply stirred than either of his nephews had ever seen him before. "A genuine tornado which has no

escription, but which, in itself, was more than sufficient to chill the blood of even a brave man. Yet, almost as though magnetised by that frightful force, the prof

both hand and tiller, forcing them in the requisite direction, causing the aeromotor t

nod his approval when thus aroused from the dangerous fascination. Another minute, and the air-ship was floating to

ed that gentle curve until it swung around well to the rear of the cloud, where agai

mortal being been blessed with such a magnificent oppo

ast far away from the tornado proper by those erratic winds. And at the same instant the machine itself recoiled,

ow. "Turn the old thing the other way, uncle Phaeton, and let's g

and gazing enthralled upon the vision which fairly thrilled his heart to it

ded across that track of destruction, it gave a drunken stagger, casting

uno, tearing open his shirt-c

nging desperately to the life-lin

t, but then the danger seemed past as the ship darted fairly acr

Featherwit headed the flying-machine directly for the balloon-shaped cloud

lory, eyes asparkle and muscles aquiver, hair bristling as though full of electricity, face glow

ed Waldo, now a bit more at his ease since that awful se

boy!" expostulat

and had mighty little time in which to get there. But this one

oes have been timed as moving from twelve to seventy miles an hour, one passing a given point in half a

ate of thirty-four miles an hour, yet its force was so mighty that it tore away the spire, vane, a

hich swept through Frankfort, Kansas, on May 17, 1896, was fully a half-hour in crossing a half-mile stretch of bot

was anything like this one," declared Waldo, shivering a bit as he watche

h composed of paper. And over all ascended the horrid roar of ruin beyond description, while from that misshapen balloon-cloud, with its flattened top, the electri

ds the northwest, in this, as in all else, seemingly bent on proving i

arm and side, the better to manipulate his hand-camera, with which h

l man ever would have, such a glorious opportunity for recording the

one will be sufficient to carry our names ringing through all time down the corrido

attended such a reckless venture, Waldo could not repress a chuckle at that comical conclusion, s

ured Bruno, as another retrograde gust of air smote

aldo. "If the blamed thing should take a notion to balk,

would have been worse than useless, for that tremendous roaring, crashing, thund

blinding eyes for the moment, forcing the brothers closer to the floor of the aerostat, a

that temporary obscurity and horrible jangle o

shield, and so long as he willeth, just

e again the trio of adventurers might watch

out of his eyes and striving to clean his glasses without removing them, clinging t

og!" suggested Waldo, with boyish sarcasm. "Not any of that

ivid fire, lightning playing back and forth, from side to side, in every conceivable

g like one fascinated. "Who could or would ever believe all t

ctical or nothing, even under such peculiar circumstances. "If I had

er shot at yonder aerial phenomena, feeling that future generations would surely rise up to

ring navigators of space, and that almost before one or the other of them could fa

almost useless for the time being, the aerostat began to sway and reel from side to side, shivering as thoug

to breathe, while an unseen power seemed press

ll those painfully oppressed lungs. Once again the trio cleared the

eromotor perilously near yonder storm-centre, and though Professor Featherwit gripped hard

panted Bruno, leaning to aid the professor.

re already-in

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“"I say, professor?" "Very well, Waldo; proceed." "Wonder if this isn't a portion of the glorious climate, broken loose from its native California, and drifting up this way on a lark?" "If so, said lark must be roasted to a turn," declared the third (and last) member of that little party, drawing a curved forefinger across his forehead, then flirting aside sundry drops of moisture. "I can't recall such another muggy afternoon, and if we were only back in what the scientists term the cyclone belt - " "We would be all at sea," quickly interposed the professor, the fingers of one hand vigorously stirring his gray pompadour, while the other was lifted in a deprecatory manner. "At sea, literally as well as metaphorically, my dear Bruno; for, correctly speaking, the ocean alone can give birth to the cyclone." "Why can't you remember anything, boy?" sternly cut in the roguish-eyed youngster, with admonitory forefinger, coming to the front. "How many times have I told you never to say blue when you mean green? Why don't you say Kansas zephyr? Or windy-auger? Or twister? Or whirly-gust on a corkscrew wiggle-waggle? Or - well, almost any other old thing that you can't think of at the right time? W-h-e-w! Who mentioned sitting on a snowdrift, and sucking at an icicle? Hot? Well, now, if this isn't a genuine old cyclone breeder, then I wouldn't ask a cent!"”
1 Chapter 1 NATURE IN TRAVAIL.2 Chapter 2 PROFESSOR FEATHERWIT TAKING NOTES.3 Chapter 3 RIDING THE TORNADO.4 Chapter 4 THE PROFESSOR'S LITTLE EXPERIMENT.5 Chapter 5 THE PROFESSOR'S UNKNOWN LAND.6 Chapter 6 A BRACE OF UNWELCOME VISITORS.7 Chapter 7 THE PROFESSOR'S GREAT ANTICIPATIONS.8 Chapter 8 A DUEL TO THE DEATH.9 Chapter 9 GRAPPLING A QUEER FISH.10 Chapter 10 RESCUED AND RESCUERS.11 Chapter 11 ANOTHER SURPRISE FOR THE PROFESSOR.12 Chapter 12 THE STORY OF A BROKEN LIFE.13 Chapter 13 THE LOST CITY OF THE AZTECS.14 Chapter 14 A MARVELLOUS VISION.15 Chapter 15 ASTOUNDING, YET TRUE.16 Chapter 16 CAN IT BE TRUE 17 Chapter 17 AN ENIGMA FOR THE BROTHERS.18 Chapter 18 SOMETHING LIKE A WHITE ELEPHANT.19 Chapter 19 THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN GOD.20 Chapter 20 THE PROFESSOR AND THE AZTEC.21 Chapter 21 DISCUSSING WAYS AND MEANS.22 Chapter 22 A DARING UNDERTAKING.23 Chapter 23 A FLIGHT UNDERGROUND.24 Chapter 24 THE SUN CHILDREN'S PERIL.25 Chapter 25 WALDO GOES FISHING.26 Chapter 26 DOWN AMONG THE DEAD.27 Chapter 27 PENETRATING GRIM SECRETS.28 Chapter 28 BROUGHT BEFORE THE GODS.29 Chapter 29 BENEATH THE SACRIFICIAL STONE.30 Chapter 30 AGAINST OVERWHELMING ODDS.31 Chapter 31 DEFENDING THE SUN CHILDREN.32 Chapter 32 ADIEU TO THE LOST CITY.