Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
Bacon, who had read much of Shakespeare while in the Panchronicon, found on returning thus accidentally to modern America, that this playwright was esteemed the first and greatest of poets and dramatists by the modern world.
"But, Rebecca," said Phoebe, stepping back and wiping her eyes, "what shall we do about the Panchronicon? We're jest makin' fer Infinite Space, or somewheres, as fast as we can go." "Can't help it, Phoebe. Ye sha'n't touch a thing in that engine-room this day not while I'm here. Ye might blow us up the nex' time. No I guess we'll jest hev to trust in the Lord.
In silence the two women hurried back to the Panchronicon, whose uncouth form was now quite plainly visible behind the trees into the midst of which it had fallen when the power stored within it was exhausted. Not until they were safely seated in Rebecca's room did Phoebe speak again.
The Panchronicon had gone off at a tangent at last! "Oh, Rebecca Rebecca!" cried Phoebe, in tears. "I was afraid I'd never see you again!" Rebecca cried a little too, and patted her sister's shoulder in silence a moment. "There, deary!" she said, after awhile. "Now let's set down an' hev a good cup o' tea. Then we can go to bed comfortable."
Droop's so tight he can't manage the machine, what'll we do. Here we are tied up to the North Pole " "Oh, drat the old Panchronicon!" cried Rebecca. Then rising in her wrath, she continued with energy: "The's one thing I'm goin' to do right this blessed minute. I'm goin' to draw a hull bucket o' cold water an' throw it over that mis'able critter in there!
Whether Rebecca's voice convinced him of her power to make good her words or that he felt his first duty was at Phoebe's side, the fact is that the young knight strode forward with his sweetheart toward the breach in the wall, leaving Rebecca behind to bear the first attack. Droop had already passed within the enclosure and was groping his way toward the black mass of the Panchronicon.
Then, with groping feet, she made her way carefully toward the inshore end of the wharf, and soon found herself in the streets of Southwark, between London Bridge and the pillory. From this point she knew her way to the grove where the Panchronicon had landed, and thither she now turned a resolute face, walking as swiftly as she dared by the light of the now unobscured moon.
"It's Christmas-day, 1886, Rebecca." The engine-room door was open. Perhaps it was a sign of her returning youth, but the fact is her fingers itched to get at those bright, tempting brass and steel handles. Droop had explained their uses and she felt sure she could manage the machinery. What a delightful thing it would be to feel the Panchronicon obeying her hand!
How would her confidence have been shaken could she have known that Copernicus had already left the Panchronicon and that Bacon had been sent in vain! In ignorance of this, she stood now at the foot of the stairs and let her thoughts wander back to the day before, dwelling with tenderness upon the memory of her lover's patient attendance upon her in that group of rustic groundlings.
"Oh, won't it be grand to stand still a minute after all this traipsin' around and around! Mr. Droop," she continued, "do you hear? You'd better be gettin' ready to take hold an' stop the Panchronicon, 'cause we're goin' to break loose in half no time." There was no reply. Nor could any calling or pleading elicit an answer.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking