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An Electric Storm

           Forthreedayswehaveneverbeenabletomakeeachotherhearaword.Ourmouthsopen,ourlipsmove,butnotawordcanbeheard.Wecannotevenmakeourselvesheardbyapproachingourmouthclosetotheear.

           Myunclehasdrawnnearertome.Hehasutteredafewwords.Theyseemtobe‘Wearelost’;butIamnotsure.

           AtlastIwritedownthewords:"Letuslowerthesail."

           Henodshisconsent.

           Scarcelyhasheliftedhisheadagainbeforeaballoffirehasboundedoverthewavesandlightedonboardourraft.Mastandsailflewupinaninstanttogether,andIsawthemcarrieduptoprodigiousheight,resemblinginappearanceapterodactyle,oneofthosestrongbirdsoftheinfantworld.

           Welaythere,ourbloodrunningcoldwithunspeakableterror.Thefireball,halfofitwhite,halfazureblue,andthesizeofaten-inchshell,movedslowlyabouttheraft,butrevolvingonitsownaxiswithastonishingvelocity,asifwhippedroundbytheforceofthewhirlwind.Hereitcomes,thereitglides,nowitisuptheraggedstumpofthemast,thenceitlightlyleapsontheprovisionbag,descendswithalightbound,andjustskimsthepowdermagazine.Horrible!weshallbeblownup;butno,thedazzlingdiskofmysteriouslightnimblyleapsaside;itapproachesHans,whofixeshisblueeyeuponitsteadily;itthreatenstheheadofmyuncle,whofallsuponhiskneeswithhisheaddowntoavoidit.Andnowmyturncomes;paleandtremblingundertheblindingsplendourandthemeltingheat,itdropsatmyfeet,spinningsilentlyrounduponthedeck;Itrytomovemyfootaway,butcannot.

           Asuffocatingsmellofnitrogenfillstheair,itentersthethroat,itfillsthelungs.Wesufferstiflingpains.

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