| Extract from Captain Stormfield's Visit to Heaven Contributor(s): Twain, Mark (Author) |
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ISBN: 1533530300 ISBN-13: 9781533530301 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $10.59 Product Type: Paperback Published: May 1909 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - Fiction | Classics |
| Dewey: FIC |
| Physical Information: 0.07" H x 8" W x 10" (0.19 lbs) 32 pages |
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| Publisher Description: Well, when I had been dead about thirty years I begun to get a little anxious. Mind you, had been whizzing through space all that time, like a comet. Like a comet Why, Peters, I laid over the lot of them Of course there warn't any of them going my way, as a steady thing, you know, because they travel in a long circle like the loop of a lasso, whereas I was pointed as straight as a dart for the Hereafter; but I happened on one every now and then that was going my way for an hour or so, and then we had a bit of a brush together. But it was generally pretty one-sided, because I sailed by them the same as if they were standing still. An ordinary comet don't make more than about 200,000 miles a minute. Of course when I came across one of that sort-like Encke's and Halley's comets, for instance-it warn't anything but just a flash and a vanish, you see. You couldn't rightly call it a race. It was as if the comet was a gravel-train and I was a telegraph despatch. But after I got outside of our astronomical system, I used to flush a comet occasionally that was something like. We haven't got any such comets-ours don't begin. One night I was swinging along at a good round gait, everything taut and trim, and the wind in my favor-I judged I was going about a million miles a minute-it might have been more, it couldn't have been less-when I flushed a most uncommonly big one about three points off my starboard bow. By his stern lights I judged he was bearing about northeast-and-by-north-half-east. Well, it was so near my course that I wouldn't throw away the chance; so I fell off a point, steadied my helm, and went for him. |