The Lost City E-Book

Joseph E. Badger

• Herausgeber: Joseph E. Badger
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

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.

Leseprobe

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.