The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 52: what you’re looking at

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The Wreck of the South Pole. AS “Not the boat we travel in,’ he replied with a smile. “Do you know, Mr. Wilding, that there is not a boat, a railroad or a carriage in this whole country ?” ‘Do you never travel about? But of course you do, for you have just been speaking of taking a trip to this island. Really, Mr. Costa, you talk in enigmas.”’ “After all I have explained to you!” he exclaimed in mild reproach. “Pause and think, my friend. What need have we of carriages or railroads? When we wish to take a journey, we step into our bed chamber, lock the door to prevent intrusion and possible disaster, lie down on our couch and project our astral body whithersoever we wish. Now, if it were not for you, we would each do this and, in a second of time, gather upon that delightful island where I and my family have passed many a happy day. By the way, Winnie, did you send that message to Ackra ?” “No, father, I was so busy that I did not get time to do so.” “Never mind now. I will send a letter instead. My agent must have it this morning.” Now I had heard that Ackra was fully sixty miles from Theon and was curious to know what my host meant by sending a letter, after telling me there was no such thing as railroads. Perhaps, however, he meant a telegram. So T asked: “But you have the telegraph here, I suppose, or you 93 could not communicate Connicloool SS (SO)