A Journey to the Interior of the Earth HTML version

Now, no sun no shadow, and therefore no guide. Here was June 25. If the sun was
clouded for six days we must postpone our visit till next year.
My limited powers of description would fail, were I to attempt a picture of the Professor's
angry impatience. The day wore on, and no shadow came to lay itself along the bottom of
the crater. Hans did not move from the spot he had selected; yet he must be asking
himself what were we waiting for, if he asked himself anything at all. My uncle spoke not
a word to me. His gaze, ever directed upwards, was lost in the grey and misty space
On the 26th nothing yet. Rain mingled with snow was falling all day long. Hans built a
but of pieces of lava. I felt a malicious pleasure in watching the thousand rills and
cascades that came tumbling down the sides of the cone, and the deafening continuous
din awaked by every stone against which they bounded. My uncle's rage knew no
bounds. It was enough to irritate a meeker man than he; for it was foundering almost
within the port.
But Heaven never sends unmixed grief, and for Professor Liedenbrock there was a
satisfaction in store proportioned to his desperate anxieties.
The next day the sky was again overcast; but on the 29th of June, the last day but one of
the month, with the change of the moon came a change of weather. The sun poured a
flood of light down the crater. Every hillock, every rock and stone, every projecting
surface, had its share of the beaming torrent, and threw its shadow on the ground.
Amongst them all, Scartaris laid down his sharp-pointed angular shadow which began to
move slowly in the opposite direction to that of the radiant orb.
My uncle turned too, and followed it.
At noon, being at its least extent, it came and softly fell upon the edge of the middle
"There it is! there it is!" shouted the Professor.
"Now for the centre of the globe!" he added in Danish.
I looked at Hans, to hear what he would say.
"FORUT!" was his tranquil answer.
"Forward!" replied my uncle.
It was thirteen minutes past one.