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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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four of us; but there were about four hun-
dred others in the train, and when we got
to the terminus it rained as hard as it could
pelt, and there were only two omnibuses
and about half a dozen cabs waiting to
take the whole of us. There was a grand
struggle for these two omnibuses and the
six cabs. This is the beginning of the Ex-
hibition, I said to myself, and I asked aunt
if she had ever seen anything like it be-
fore, and she said she had when she was
presented at Court. That, you know, must
have been some time ago, so I didn't in-
quire about the particulars.
We waited at the terminus for about two
hours, till the Exhibition folks had done
with the cabs and omnibuses. At last we
resolved to leave our boxes al the station
for the night, and walk to uncle's house,
as it was only about a quarter of a mile
distant, and we got safely there 'cranum
tenus' in mud.
The next morning we were stirring with
the lark, only there was none to be heard.
Tom got out of bed at four o'clock to see
what kind of day it was likely to be. 'It
is pouring with rain!' he called out to me,
and got into bed again. About half-past
five he got up and again looked out ofthe
window. 'How is the weather, Tom?' said
I. 'It seems worse than ever,' he call-
ed out.
Well, it rained, rained, rained, all the
morning till about twelve o'clock, then it
held up. We were all ready, and away
we went in uncle's brougham — uncle and
aunt, and I, and Tom, and Garry. I don't
know how we squeezed in, but we were
packed as close as figs in a jar, and you
know how close that is.
It was the second five-shilling day, and
as we went in under the sanction of the
^crown,' of course we thought ourselves
grand people. The policemen and other
people about the doors did not seem to
think much of us, though we came in our
own carriage, for there were a hundred
carriages better than ours, and better horses.
The policeman told us to iflove on and our
coachman to move off, all in a breath, and
waved his staff so much like a field-mar-
shal, and looked so fierce, that we were all
frightened at him; but we got into the
building, notwithstanding. Uncle, who was
experienced, and had taken a season ticket,
told us to let him proceed, and to follow
our leader, so from the eastern door he
made his way to the eastern dome, and
shortly from this we walked along the nave,
and then we went I scarcely know where
— up and down, crossways, longways, side-
ways, diagonally, perpendicularly, parallel-
ery, and zigzagically till we got vei7 tired
and fearfully hungry.
1 can't exactly say what we saw going
this first round, for we did not stop to
examine anything in particular. We went
up and down the United States, looked in
upon the British Colonies, then we got into
Rome and Italy, by way of Spain and Por-
tugal, and from France to the Zollverein,
and then, crossing over to the north-west
side, we came into Holland, Denmark, Tur-
key, and Russia. Being tired of the ma-
chinery, I strayed into the Picture Galleries.
Now, I always had a taste for what are
called the 'Fine Arts,' more particularly
paintings.
I shall tell you in my next letter about
things in particular. One of the most
wonderful things I saw was the Armstrong
gun, the next was an engine for making
bricks, which could turn out thirty thou-
sand bricks an hour, which, you know,
would be 720,000 a-day, or 262,000,000 a-
year. I should Uke you to tell me the size
of a cube containing this number of bricks,
when you write to me. I saw, also, some
wonderful sugar-mills, regular monsters, for
crushing the sugar-cane, such a size, and
such a lot of pumping-machines; and there
was the model of one which, in the origin-
al, has a cylinder of a hundred inches,
that is more than eight feet in diameter,
which will raise one thousand gallons of
water one hundred and forty feet high per
minute. There was also a hydraulic press
capable of exerting a pressure of three
hundred and forty tons. I should not like
to get my fingers squeezed, or my body
either, by this gigantic water monster, I
can tell you, nor to be cooled by being put
under that for making ice by steam, which
wil convert two hundred and sixty- nine
gallons of water into blocks of soUd ice in
a marvelously short time; nor should I hke
to have been warmed by one of the self-
supporting blast furnaces, which will melt
four or five tons of iron per day, and will
deliver five hundred feet of hot air per
minute. The very idea seems to make one
melt; I feel now all of a burn while I think
of it; my pen seems almost too hot to hold,
and therefore I shall lay it down till to-
morrow, when I will give you a further
account of my seeings and doings in this
place of wonder.
Your loving brother,
Harry Poison.
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