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WHALES ON STILTS Anderson, Mary Quirk THATS NOT MY STYLE.War You know what it is good for Stories of unfathomable badassery, thats what.Over the years, we at Cracked have gathered a formidable collection of these.S 1. 50. 5. 00W 3.The Mysterious Island French Lle mystrieuse is a novel by Jules Verne, published in 1.The original edition, published by Hetzel, contains a number of illustrations by Jules Frat.The novel is a crossoversequel to Vernes famous Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and In Search of the Castaways, though its themes are vastly different from those books.An early draft of the novel, initially rejected by Vernes publisher and wholly reconceived before publication, was titled Shipwrecked Family Marooned With Uncle Robinson, seen as indicating the influence on the novel of Robinson Crusoe1 and The Swiss Family Robinson.Verne developed a similar theme in his later novel, Godfrey Morgan French Lcole des Robinsons, 1.Plot summaryeditThe plot focuses on the adventures of five Americans on an uncharted island in the South Pacific.During the American Civil War, five northern prisoners of war decide to escape, during the siege of Richmond, Virginia, by hijacking a balloon.The escapees are Cyrus Smith, a railroadengineer in the Union army named Cyrus Harding in Kingstons version his ex slave and loyal follower Neb short for Nebuchadnezzar Bonadventure Pencroff, a sailor who is addressed only by his surname.In Kingstons translation, he is named Pencroft his protg and adopted son Harbert Brown called Herbert in some translations and the journalist.Gedon Spilett Gideon Spilett in English versions.The company is completed by Cyrus dog Top.After flying in a great storm for several days, the group crash lands on a cliff bound, volcanic, unknown island, described as being located at 3.S1. 503. 0W 3. 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New Zealand.They name it Lincoln Island in honor of their president, Abraham Lincoln.With the knowledge of the brilliant engineer Smith, the five are able to sustain themselves on the island, producing fire, pottery, bricks, nitroglycerin, iron, a simple electric telegraph, a home on a stony cliffside called Granite House, and even a seaworthy ship, which they name the Bonadventure in honor of Pencroff, the driving force behind its construction.They also manage to figure out their geographical location.During their stay on the island, the group endures bad weather, and domesticates an orangutan, Jupiter, abbreviated to Jup or Joop, in Jordan Stumps translation.There is a mystery on the island in the form of an unseen deus ex machina, responsible for Cyrus survival after falling from the balloon, the mysterious rescue of Top from a dugong, the appearance of a box of equipment guns and ammunition, tools, etc., and other seemingly inexplicable occurrences.The group finds a message in a bottle directing them to rescue a castaway on nearby Tabor Island, who is none other than Tom Ayrton from In Search of the Castaways.On the return voyage to Lincoln Island, they lose their way in a tempest but are guided back to their course by a mysterious fire beacon.Ayrtons former companions arrive by chance on Lincoln Island, and try to make it into their lair.After some fighting with the protagonists, the pirate ship is mysteriously destroyed by an explosion.Six of the pirates survive and kidnap Ayrton.When the colonists go to look for him, the pirates shoot Harbert, seriously injuring him.Harbert survives, but suffers from his injury, narrowly cheating death.The colonists at first assume Ayrton to have been killed, but later they find evidence that he was not instantly killed, leaving his fate uncertain.When the colonists rashly attempt to return to Granite House before Harbert fully recovers, Harbert contracts malaria and is saved by a box of quinine sulphate, which mysteriously appears on the table in Granite House.After Harbert recovers, they attempt to rescue Ayrton and destroy the pirates.They discover Ayrton at the sheepfold, and the pirates dead, without any visible wounds.The secret of the island is revealed when it is discovered to be Captain Nemos hideout, and home port of the Nautilus.Having escaped the Maelstrom at the end of Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, the Nautilus sailed the oceans of the world until all its crew except Nemo had died.Now an old man with a beard, Nemo returned the Nautilus to its secret port within Lincoln Island. 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Nemo had been the mysterious benefactor of the settlers, providing them with the box of equipment, sending the message revealing Ayrton, planting the mine that destroyed the pirate ship, and killing the pirates with an electric gun.On his death bed Captain Nemo reveals his true identity as the lost Indian Prince Dakkar, son of a Raja of the then independent territory of Bundelkund and a nephew of the Indian hero Tippu Sahib.After taking part in the failed Indian Rebellion of 1.Prince Dakkar escaped to a deserted island with twenty of his compatriots and commenced the building of the Nautilus and adopted the new name of Captain Nemo.Nemo also tells his life story to Cyrus Smith and his friends.Before he dies, he gives them a box of diamonds and pearls as a keepsake.Afterwards, he dies, crying God and my country Independence, in Vernes original manuscript.The Nautilus is scuttled and serves as Captain Nemos tomb.Afterward, the islands central volcano erupts, destroying the island.Jup the orangutan falls into a crack in the ground and dies.The colonists, forewarned of the eruption by Nemo, find themselves safe but stranded on the last remaining piece of the island above sea level.They are rescued by the ship Duncan, which had come to rescue Ayrton but were redirected by a message Nemo had previously left on Tabor Island.After they return to United States they form a new colony in Iowa with Nemos gifts.Publication history in EnglisheditIn the United States the first English printing began in Scribners Monthly, April 1.In September 1. 87.Sampson Low, Marston, Low, and Searle published the first British edition of Mysterious Island in three volumes entitled Dropped from the Clouds, The Abandoned, and The Secret of the Island 1.In November, 1. 87.Scribners published the American edition of these volumes from the English plates of Sampson Low.The purported translator, W.H. G. Kingston, was a famous author of boys adventure and sailing stories who had fallen on hard times in the 1.Sampson Low as the translator for these volumes.However, it is now known that the translator of Mysterious Island and his other Verne novels was actually his wife, Agnes Kinloch Kingston, who had studied on the continent in her youth.The Kingston translation changes the names of the hero from Smith to Harding Smith is a very common name in the UK and would have been associated, at that time, with the lower classes.In addition many technical passages were abridged or omitted and the anti imperialist sentiments of the dying Captain Nemo were purged so as not to offend English readers.This became the standard translation for more than a century.In 1. 87. 6 the Stephen W.White translation 1.The Evening Telegraph of Philadelphia and subsequently as an Evening Telegraph Reprint Book.This translation is more faithful to the original story and restores the death scene of Captain Nemo, but there is still condensation and omission of some sections such as Vernes description of how a sawmill works.In the 2. 0th century two more abridged translations appeared the Fitzroy Edition Associated Booksellers, 1.I. O. Evans 9. 0,0.Mysterious Island Bantam, 1.Lowell Bair 9. 0,0.Except for the Complete and Unabridged Classics Series CL7.Airmont Publishing Company, Inc, no other unabridged translations appeared until 2.Sidney Kravitz appeared Wesleyan University Press almost simultaneously with the new translation of Jordan Stump published by Random House Modern Library 2.Kravitz also translated Shipwrecked Family Marooned With Uncle Robinson, published by the North American Jules Verne Society and Bear.Manor Fiction in 2.Wrecked On A Reef influenceeditThe 2.English edition of Wrecked On A Reef 1.French shipwreck survivor Franois douard Raynal, has additional appendices by French scholar Dr Christiane Mortelier who presents a case for the influence of Raynals book on Vernes The Mysterious Island.The Grafton was wrecked near New Zealand on the Auckland Islands on 3 January 1.Song of Myself. Wont you help support Day.Poems 1. 81. 9 1.I celebrate myself, and sing myself.And what I assume you shall assume.For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul.I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.My tongue, every atom of my blood, formd from this soil, this air.Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their.I, now thirty seven years old in perfect health begin.Hoping to cease not till death.Creeds and schools in abeyance.Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten.I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard.Nature without check with original energy.Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with.I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it.The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the.It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it.I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.I am mad for it to be in contact with me.The smoke of my own breath.Echoes, ripples, buzzd whispers, love root, silk thread, crotch and vine.My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing.The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and.The sound of the belchd words of my voice loosd to the eddies of.A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms.The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag.The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields.The feeling of health, the full noon trill, the song of me rising.Have you reckond a thousand acres much Have you practisd so long to learn to read Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poemsStop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of.You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, there are millions.You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through.You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me.You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the.But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.There was never any more inception than there is now.Nor any more youth or age than there is now.And will never be any more perfection than there is now.Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.Urge and urge and urge.Always the procreant urge of the world.Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and.Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.To elaborate is no avail, learnd and unlearnd feel that it is so.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well.Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical.I and this mystery here we stand.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen.Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age.Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they.I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean.Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be.I am satisfied I see, dance, laugh, sing.As the hugging and loving bed fellow sleeps at my side through the night.Leaving me baskets coverd with white towels swelling the house with.Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes.That they turn from gazing after and down the road.And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent.Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead Trippers and askers surround me.People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and.I live in, or the nation.The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new.My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love.The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill doing or loss.Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news.These come to me days and nights and go from me again.But they are not the Me myself.Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am.Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary.Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest.Looking with side curved head curious what will come next.Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with.I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you.And you must not be abased to the other.Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat.Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not.Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turnd over upon me.And parted the shirt from my bosom bone, and plunged your tongue.And reachd till you felt my beard, and reachd till you held my feet.Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass.And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own.And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own.And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women.And that a kelson of the creation is love.And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields.And brown ants in the little wells beneath them.And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heapd stones, elder, mullein and.A child said What is the grass How could I answer the child I do not know what it is any more than he.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green.Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord.A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt.Bearing the owners name someway in the corners, that we may see.Whose Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic.And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones.Growing among black folks as among white.Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I.And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.Tenderly will I use you curling grass.It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men.It may be if I had known them I would have loved them.It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out.And here you are the mothers laps.This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers.Darker than the colorless beards of old men.Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues.And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women.And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken.What do you think has become of the young and old menAnd what do you think has become of the women and children They are alive and well somewhere.The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the.And ceasd the moment life appeard.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses.And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.Has any one supposed it lucky to be born I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.I pass death with the dying and birth with the new washd babe, and.And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good.The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth.I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and.They do not know how immortal, but I know.Every kind for itself and its own, for me mine male and female.For me those that have been boys and that love women.For me the man that is proud and feels how it stings to be slighted.For me the sweet heart and the old maid, for me mothers and the.For me lips that have smiled, eyes that have shed tears.For me children and the begetters of children.Undrape you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded.I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no.And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
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