1865, ISBN: 1a3685f1115dc87f7f735f3f5d51f17b

MP3 Audio CD. Wilderness; A Journal Of Quiet Adventure In Alaska CHAPTER I DISCOVERY We must have been rowing for an hour across that seeming mile-wide stretch of water. The air is s… Mehr…

MP3 Audio CD. Wilderness; A Journal Of Quiet Adventure In Alaska CHAPTER I DISCOVERY We must have been rowing for an hour across that seeming mile-wide stretch of water. The air is so clear in the North that one new to it is lost in the crowding of great heights and spaces. Distant peaks had risen over the lower mountains of the shore astern. Steep spruce-clad slopes confronted us. All around was the wilderness, a no-man's-land of mountains or of cragged islands, and southward the wide, the limitless, Pacific Ocean. A calm, blue summer's day,--and on we rowed upon our search. Somewhere there must stand awaiting us, as we had pictured it, a little forgotten cabin, one that some prospector or fisherman had built; the cabin, the grove, the sheltered beach, the spring or stream of fresh, cold water,--we could have drawn it even to the view that it must overlook, the sea, and mountains, and the glorious West. We came to this new land, a boy and a man, entirely on a dreamer's search; having had vision of a Northern Paradise, we came to find it. With less faith it might have seemed to us a hopeless thing exploring the unknown for what you've only dreamed was there. Doubt never crossed our minds. To sail uncharted waters and follow virgin shores--what a life for men! As the new coast unfolds itself the imagination leaps into full vision of the human drama that there is immanent. The grandeur of the ocean cliff is terrible with threat of shipwreck. To that high ledge the wave may lift you; there, where that storm-dwarfed spruce has found a hold for half a century, you perhaps could cling. A hundred times a day you think of death or of escaping it by might and courage. Then at the first softening of the coast toward a cove or inlet you imagine all the mild beau, 0, MP3 Audio CD. Ralph's desire to go out to sea just grows stronger and more intense as he becomes older. When he is finally allowed to go out to sea, and meets two new friends in Jack and Peterkin, he has no idea that they would all be shipwrecked in the Pacific without the hope for a quick rescue. Fortunately for them, the island they've stumbled upon seems to not only hide the provisions that they will need in order to make it their new home, but also some of the most intriguing mysteries and dangers they could have assumed to find.R.M. Ballantyne has penned this gripping tale of exciting adventure in the mid-1800s, when virtually everyone was interested in perilous explorations and new adventures. The author has written the novel mainly for the younger audience of the times, inspired by similar seafaring tales like Daniel Dafoe's Robinson Crusoe.The Coral Island, however, stands as a unique and enchanting story in the genre, due to the main protagonists being young teenagers and children. Not only did it catch on as a popular read for the next half a century or more, but it was also used as inspiration for later successful novels such as William Golding's Lord of the Flies.Aside from being a thrilling adventure that virtually anyone who likes seafaring novels will be able to enjoy, the story explores the psychological aspects of children being in a position to fend for themselves, and explores the implications of the effect that the Christian world has had on South Pacific cultures. While it has great historical value, The Coral Island is mainly a story about children, and their ability to cope with the most trying of circumstances. Inspiring, entertaining and quite insightful, it is able to offer quite a fulfilling reading experience even for the younger audiences of the 21st century., 0, MP3 Audio CD. Wilderness; A Journal Of Quiet Adventure In Alaska CHAPTER I DISCOVERY We must have been rowing for an hour across that seeming mile-wide stretch of water. The air is so clear in the North that one new to it is lost in the crowding of great heights and spaces. Distant peaks had risen over the lower mountains of the shore astern. Steep spruce-clad slopes confronted us. All around was the wilderness, a no-man's-land of mountains or of cragged islands, and southward the wide, the limitless, Pacific Ocean. A calm, blue summer's day,--and on we rowed upon our search. Somewhere there must stand awaiting us, as we had pictured it, a little forgotten cabin, one that some prospector or fisherman had built; the cabin, the grove, the sheltered beach, the spring or stream of fresh, cold water,--we could have drawn it even to the view that it must overlook, the sea, and mountains, and the glorious West. We came to this new land, a boy and a man, entirely on a dreamer's search; having had vision of a Northern Paradise, we came to find it. With less faith it might have seemed to us a hopeless thing exploring the unknown for what you've only dreamed was there. Doubt never crossed our minds. To sail uncharted waters and follow virgin shores--what a life for men! As the new coast unfolds itself the imagination leaps into full vision of the human drama that there is immanent. The grandeur of the ocean cliff is terrible with threat of shipwreck. To that high ledge the wave may lift you; there, where that storm-dwarfed spruce has found a hold for half a century, you perhaps could cling. A hundred times a day you think of death or of escaping it by might and courage. Then at the first softening of the coast toward a cove or inlet you imagine all the mild beau, 0, MP3 Audio CD. The Mysterious Island PART I SHIPWRECKED IN THE AIR CHAPTER I. THE HURRICANE OF 1865—CRIES IN THE AIR—A BALLOON CAUGHT BY A WATERSPOUT—ONLY THE SEA IN SIGHT—FIVE PASSENGERS—WHAT TOOK PLACE IN THE BASKET—LAND AHEAD!—THE END. “Are we going up again?” “No. On the contrary; we are going down!” “Worse than that, Mr. Smith, we are falling!” “For God’s sake throw over all the ballast!” “The last sack is empty!” “And the balloon rises again?” “No!” “I hear the splashing waves!” “The sea is under us!” “It is not five hundred feet off!” Then a strong, clear voice shouted:— “Overboard with all we have, and God help us!” Such were the words which rang through the air above the vast wilderness of the Pacific, towards 4 o’clock in the afternoon of the 23d of March, 1865:— Doubtless, no one has forgotten that terrible northeast gale which vented its fury during the equinox of that year. It was a hurricane lasting without intermission from the 18th to the 26th of March. Covering a space of 1,800 miles, drawn obliquely to the equator, between the 35° of north latitude and 40° south, it occasioned immense destruction both in America and Europe and Asia. Cities in ruins, forests uprooted, shores devastated by the mountains of water hurled upon them, hundreds of shipwrecks, large tracts of territory desolated by the waterspouts which destroyed everything in their path, thousands of persons crushed to the earth or engulfed in the sea; such were the witnesses to its fury left behind by this terrible hurricane. It surpassed in disaster those storms which ravaged Havana and Guadeloupe in 1810 and 1825. While these catastrophes were taking place upon the land and the sea, a scene not less thrilling was enacting in the disordered heavens., 0<