Its majesty and awfulness set thus above the rolling mists in the red light of the morning, reflected on it from the towering precipices beyond, were literally indescribable; even in our miserable state, they oppressed and overcame us, so that for awhile we were silent.

Then we spoke, each after his own manner: "The idol of the Fung!" said I."No wonder that savages should take it for a god." "The greatest monolith in all the world," muttered Orme, "and Higgs is dead.

Oh! if only he had lived to see it, he would have gone happy.

I wish it had been I who was taken; I wish it had been I!" and he wrung his hands, for it is the nature of Oliver Orme always to think of others before himself.
"That's what we have come to blow up," soliloquized Quick.

"Well, those 'azure stinging-bees,' or whatever they call the stuff (he meant azo-imides) are pretty active, but it will take a lot of stirring if ever we get there.