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The Lost City is a book written by Joseph E. Badger, Jr.. It is widely considered to be one of the top 100 greatest books of all time. This great novel will surely attract a whole new generation of readers. For many, The Lost City is required reading for various courses and curriculums. And for others who simply enjoy reading timeless pieces of classic literature, this gem by Joseph E. Badger, Jr. is highly recommended.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
The lost city
Joseph E. Badger Jr.
CONTENTS.
I. NATURE IN TRAVAIL
II. PROFESSOR FEATHERWIT TAKING NOTES
III. RIDING THE TORNADO
IV. THE PROFESSOR'S LITTLE EXPERIMENT
V. THE PROFESSOR'S UNKNOWN LAND
VI. A BRACE OF UNWELCOME VISITORS
VII. THE PROFESSOR'S GREAT ANTICIPATIONS
VIII. A DUEL TO THE DEATH
IX. GRAPPLING A QUEER FISH
X. RESCUED AND RESCUERS
XI. ANOTHER SURPRISE FOR THE PROFESSOR
XII. THE STORY OF A BROKEN LIFE
XIII. THE LOST CITY OF THE AZTECS
XIV. A MARVELLOUS VISION
XV. ASTOUNDING, YET TRUE
XVI. CAN IT BE TRUE?
XVII. AN ENIGMA FOR THE BROTHERS
XVIII. SOMETHING LIKE A WHITE ELEPHANT
XIX. THE CHILDREN OF THE SUN GOD
XX. THE PROFESSOR AND THE AZTEC
XXI. DISCUSSING WAYS AND MEANS
XXII. A DARING UNDERTAKING
XXIII. A FLIGHT UNDERGROUND
XXIV. THE SUN CHILDREN'S PERIL
XXV. WALDO GOES FISHING
XXVI. DOWN AMONG THE DEAD
XXVII. PENETRATING GRIM SECRETS
XXVIII. BROUGHT BEFORE THE GODS
XXIX. BENEATH THE SACRIFICIAL STONE
XXX. AGAINST OVERWHELMING ODDS
XXXI. DEFENDING THE SUN CHILDREN
XXXII. ADIEU TO THE LOST CITY
THE LOST CITY.
CHAPTER I.
NATURE IN TRAVAIL.
"I say, professor?"
"Very well, Waldo; proceed."
"Wonder if this isn't a portion of the glorious climate, broken loose from its native California, and drifting up this way on a lark?"
"If so, said lark must be roasted to a turn," declared the third (and last) member of that little party, drawing a curved forefinger across his forehead, then flirting aside sundry drops of moisture. "I can't recall such another muggy afternoon, and if we were only back in what the scientists term the cyclone belt "
"We would be all at sea," quickly interposed the professor, the fingers of one hand vigorously stirring his gray pompadour, while the other was lifted in a deprecatory manner. "At sea, literally as well as metaphorically, my dear Bruno; for, correctly speaking, the ocean alone can give birth to the cyclone."
"Why can't you remember anything, boy?" sternly cut in the roguish-eyed youngster, with admonitory forefinger, coming to the front. "How many times have I told you never to say blue when you mean green? Why don't you say Kansas zephyr? Or windy-auger? Or twister? Or whirly-gust on a corkscrew wiggle-waggle? Or well, almost any other old thing that you can't think of at the right time? W-h-e-w! Who mentioned sitting on a snowdrift, and sucking at an icicle? Hot? Well, now, if this isn't a genuine old cyclone breeder, then I wouldn't ask a cent!"
Waldo Gillespie let his feet slip from beneath him, sitting down with greater force than grace, back supported against a gnarled juniper, loosening the clothes at his neck while using his other hand to ply his crumpled hat as a fan.
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