The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne (uplifting books for women txt) ๐
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The Mysterious Island tells the tale of five Americans who, in an attempt to escape the Civil War, pilot a hot-air balloon and find themselves crashed on a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific. Verne had been greatly influenced by works like Robinson Crusoe and The Swiss Family Robinson, and that influence shines brightly in this novel of engineering ingenuity and adventure. Verne imparts the escapees with such over-the-top cleverness and so many luckily-placed resources that modern readers might find the extent to which they tame the island comical. Despite that, the island contains genuine mysteries for the adventurers to solve.
The standard translation of The Mysterious Island was produced in 1875, and is credited to W. H. G. Kingston. Despite its popularity, itโs widely criticized for abridging and Bowlderizing important parts of the text. The translation presented here, produced by Stephen W. White in 1876, is considered a much more accurate translation, despite it also abridging some portions.
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โJust try it, my boy, sometime, and see if you do anything more than put your arms out of joint.โ
โNevertheless, it is often done in the islands of the Pacific.โ
โI donโt say that it is not,โ replied Pencroff, โbut the savages must have a way of their own, or use a certain kind of wood, as more than once I have wanted to get fire in that way and have never yet been able to. For my part, I prefer matches; and, by the way, where are mine?โ
Pencroff, who was an habitual smoker, felt in his vest for the box, which he was never without, but, not finding it, he searched the pockets of his trousers, and to his profound amazement, it was not there.
โThis is an awkward business,โ said he, looking at Herbert. โMy box must have fallen from my pocket, and I canโt find it. But you, Herbert, have you nothing: no steel, not anything, with which we can make fire?โ
โNot a thing, Pencroff.โ
The sailor, followed by the boy, walked out, rubbing his forehead.
On the sand, among the rocks, by the bank of the river, both of them searched with the utmost care, but without result. The box was of copper, and had it been there, they must have seen it.
โPencroff,โ asked Herbert, โdid not you throw it out of the basket?โ
โI took good care not to,โ said the sailor. โBut when one has been knocked around as we have been, so small a thing could easily have been lost; even my pipe is gone. The confounded box; where can it be?โ
โWell, the tide is out; let us run to the place where we landed,โ said Herbert.
It was little likely that they would find this box, which the sea would have rolled among the pebbles at high water; nevertheless, it would do no harm to search. They, therefore, went quickly to the place where they had first landed, some 200 paces from the Chimneys. There, among the pebbles, in the hollows of the rocks, they made minute search, but in vain. If the box had fallen here it must have been carried out by the waves. As the tide went down, the sailor peered into every crevice, but without success. It was a serious loss, and, for the time, irreparable. Pencroff did not conceal his chagrin. He frowned, but did not speak, and Herbert tried to console him by saying that, most probably, the matches would have been so wetted as to be useless.
โNo, my boy,โ answered the sailor. โThey were in a tightly closing metal box. But now, what are we to do?โ
โWe will certainly find means of procuring fire,โ said Herbert. โMr. Smith or Mr. Spilett will not be as helpless as we are.โ
โYes, but in the meantime we are without it,โ said Pencroff, โand our companions will find but a very sorry meal on their return.โ
โBut,โ said Herbert, hopefully, โit is not possible that they will have neither tinder nor matches.โ
โI doubt it,โ answered the sailor, shaking his head. โIn the first place, neither Neb nor Mr. Smith smoke, and then Iโm afraid Mr. Spilett has more likely kept his notebook than his matchbox.โ
Herbert did not answer. This loss was evidently serious. Nevertheless, the lad thought surely they could make a fire in some way or other, but Pencroff, more experienced, although a man not easily discouraged, knew differently. At any rate there was but one thing to do:โ โto wait until the return of Neb and the reporter. It was necessary to give up the repast of cooked eggs which they had wished to prepare, and a diet of raw flesh did not seem to be, either for themselves or for the others, an agreeable prospect.
Before returning to the Chimneys, the companions, in case they failed of a fire, gathered a fresh lot of lithodomes, and then silently took the road to their dwelling. Pencroff, his eyes fixed upon the ground, still searched in every direction for the lost box. They followed again up the left bank of the river, from its mouth to the angle where the raft had been built. They returned to the upper plateau, and went in every direction, searching in the tall grass on the edge of the forest, but in vain. It was five oโclock when they returned again to the Chimneys, and it is needless to say that the passages were searched in their darkest recesses before all hope was given up.
Towards six oโclock, just as the sun was disappearing behind the high land in the west, Herbert, who was walking back and forth upon the shore, announced the return of Neb and of Gideon Spilett. They came back alone, and the lad felt his heart sink. The sailor had not, then, been wrong in his presentiments; they had been unable to find the engineer.
The reporter, when he came up, seated himself upon a rock, without speaking. Fainting from fatigue, half dead with hunger, he was unable to utter a word. As to Neb, his reddened eyes showed how he had been weeping, and the fresh tears which he was unable to restrain, indicated, but too clearly, that he had lost all hope.
The reporter at length gave the history of their search. Neb and he had followed the coast for more than eight miles, and, consequently, far beyond the point where the balloon had made the plunge which was followed by the disappearance of the engineer and Top. The shore was deserted. Not a recently turned stone, not a trace upon the sand, not a footprint, was upon all that part of the shore. It was evident that nobody inhabited that portion of the island. The sea was as deserted as the land; and it was there, at some hundreds of feet from shore, that the engineer had found his grave.
At that moment Neb raised his head, and in a voice which showed how he still struggled against despair, exclaimed:โ โ
โNo, he is not dead. It is impossible. It might happen
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