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The Lost Continent: The Story of Atlantis
C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne
Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2013
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The Recipe for Diamonds
C. J. Cutcliffe Hyne
Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
2014
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Extract: THE LEGATEES OF DEUCALION We were both of us not a little stiff as the result of sleeping out in the open all that night, for even in Grand Canary the dew-fall and the comparative chill of darkness are not to be trifled with. For myself on these occasions I like a bit of a run as an early refresher. But here on this rough ground in the middle of the island there were not three yards of level to be found, and so as Coppinger proceeded to go through some sort of dumb-bell exercises with a couple of lumps of bristly lava, I followed his example. Coppinger has done a good deal of roughing it in his time, but being a doctor of medicine amongst other things-he takes out a new degree of some sort on an average every other year-he is great on health theories, and practises them like a religion. There had been rain two days before, and as there was still a bit of stream trickling along at the bottom of the barranca, we went down there and had a wash, and brushed our teeth. Greatest luxury imaginable, a toothbrush, on this sort of expedition. "Now," said Coppinger when we had emptied our pockets, "there's precious little grub left, and it's none the better for being carried in a local Spanish newspaper." Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne (11 May 1866 - 10 March 1944) was a novelist who was also known by the pen name Weatherby Chesney. He is perhaps best remembered as the author of The Lost Continent: The Story of Atlantis. He is also remembered for his Captain Kettle stories and for The Recipe for Diamonds. Captain Kettle first appeared as a side character in the novel Honour of Thieves (1895). His first appearance as a main character was in the short story 'Stealing a President' in vol 1, issue 6 of Pearson's Magazine (1896). This initial short story was followed in 1897 by a series of twelve short stories again in Pearson's Magazine that were later collected and published as Adventures of Captain Kettle. Over the next four years two more sets of twelve stories were published in Pearson's Magazine and subsequently collected as Further Adventures of Captain Kettle ("A master of fortune" in the US) and Captain Kettle K.C.B. respectively. The character of Captain Kettle is said to be based on a South Shields sea captain, Davey Proffit, whose physical appearance closely matched the descriptions in the books, but Cutcliffe Hyne insisted emphatically that this was not the case. However, the most enduring image of Kettle was created by Stanley L. Wood, who provided the illustrations for Pearson's Magazine; they were reprinted in the first book compilations of the stories. He found 'the exact spit and image of our little sailor, pulling beer behind a bar' in a pub in north London. This is noteworthy because Wood's Captain Kettle bears a striking resemblance (particularly in his stance, the set of the head on the shoulders, his beard and the characteristic gaze) to the novelist Joseph Conrad, also a sailor. Among the people who saw this remarkable similarity was H. G. Wells, whose War of the Worlds appeared in Pearson's in instalments, alternating with the Captain Kettle stories. Conrad met Wells at just this time, read Pearson's, and borrowed whole phrases, key episodes, and images from the Kettle stories for Heart of Darkness.
A classic "lost race" story, with all of the required elements: a seductive empress, a straight-arrow hero, battles, escapes, sorcery, and earth-shattering cataclysms Eminently readable and very entertaining, without any profundity to distract a fan of Haggard, Aubrey, or Janvier-style fantasy literature.
"The pay is small enough," said Captain Kettle, staring at the blue paper. "It's a bit hard for a man of my age and experience to come down to a job like piloting, on eight pound a month and my grub." "All right, Capt'n," replied the agent. "You needn't tell me what I know already. The pay's miserable, the climate's vile, and the bosses are beasts. And yet we have more applicants for these berths on the Congo than there are vacancies for. And f'why is it, Capt'n? Because there's no questions asked. The Congo people want men who can handle steamers. Their own bloomin' Belgians aren't worth a cent for that, and so they have to get Danes, Swedes, Norwegians, English, Eytalians, or any one else that's capable. They prefer to give small pay, and are willing to take the men that for various reasons can't get better jobs elsewhere. Guess you'll know the crowd I mean?" "Thoroughly, sir," said Kettle, with a sigh. "There are a very large number of us. But we're not all unfortunate through our own fault."
"WHAT on earth does the Chief have an animal like this Padgett to dine in Government House for?" asked Day ton-Philipps, querulously. "I expected to rough it, of course, when I came out here to the Coast, because they promised us active service, but hang me if ever I expected to rough it at the Governor's dinner-table with a missionary-thing like that. Why, the fellow hadn't got an aitch to his name; he stoked with his knife all the time; and when he got a fresh stock of perspiration on his forehead my aunt he was too awful for anything." Forbes, the Colonial Secretary, fanned himself in his long-sleeved Madeira chair, and suggested lazily that Dayton-Philipps had been taken out of lavender too soon, and sent out into the warm, wide world too early. " We're a primitive people, we Coasters," said Forbes. "If a man has a white skin and a dress coat, we ask him to dinner. You're too fastidious." "Rot " said Dayton-Philipps. " And, besides, the Padgett person hadn't a dress coat."
The finest tale ever written of fabled Atlantis, The Lost Continent is a sweeping, fiery saga of the last days of the doomed land. Atlantis, at the height of its power and glory, is without equal. It has established far-flung colonies in Egypt and Central America, and its mighty navies patrol the seas. The priests of Atlantis channel the elemental powers of the universe, and a powerful monarch rules from a staggeringly beautiful city of pyramids and shining temples clustered around a sacred mountain. Mighty Atlantis is also decaying and corrupt. Its people are growing soft and decadent, and many live in squalor. Rebellion is in the air, and prophecies of doom ring forth. Into this epic drama of the end of time stride two memorable characters: the warrior-priest Deucalion, stern, just, and loyal, and the Empress Phorenice, brilliant, ambitious, and passionate. The old and new Atlantis collide in a titanic showdown between Deucalion and Phorenice, a struggle that soon affects the destiny of an entire civilization.
"Идвам от Де Мойн. Някой трябваше" И веднага след като Бил Брайсън беше достатъчно възрастен, той си тръгна. Дес Мойн не можа да го задържи, но го привлече обратно. След десет години в Англия той се завръща в земята на младостта си и изминава почти 14 000 мили в търсене на митичен малък град, наречен Амалгама, вид оформено и слънчево място, където се снимат филмите от младостта му. Вместо това търсенето му го отведе навсякъде, САЩ; подобна на ивица бензиностанции, мотели и заведения за хамбургери, населени от подобни на хората хора със склонност към синтетични влакна. Пътувайки около тридесет и осем от долните щати - обединени само в умопомрачително тъжната си еднообразие - той откри континент, който беше двойно загубен; изгубена от себе си, защото омразена от алчност, замърсяване, мобилни домове и телевизия; изгубени за него, защото е станал непознат в собствената си земя.
"Vengo da Des Moines. Qualcuno doveva" E, non appena Bill Bryson fu abbastanza grande, se ne and . Des Moines non riuscito a trattenerlo, ma lo ha attirato indietro. Dopo dieci anni in Inghilterra, tornato nella terra della sua giovinezza e ha guidato per quasi 14.000 miglia alla ricerca di una mitica cittadina chiamata Amalgam, il tipo di luogo assolato e soleggiato in cui erano ambientati i film della sua giovinezza. Invece, la sua ricerca lo ha portato a Anywhere, USA; una striscia simile di stazioni di servizio, motel e hamburger popolata da persone simili con un debole per le fibre sintetiche. Viaggiando per trentotto degli stati inferiori - uniti solo nella loro monotonia tetra e deprimente - scopr un continente doppiamente perduto; perso per se stesso perch rovinato dall'avidit , dall'inquinamento, dalle case mobili e dalla televisione; perso per lui perch era diventato uno straniero nella sua stessa terra.
Illustrated Battles of the Napoleonic Age-Volume 1
C J Cutcliffe Hyne; D H Parry
Leonaur Ltd
2014
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Illustrated Battles of the Napoleonic Age-Volume 1
C J Cutcliffe Hyne; D H Parry
Leonaur Ltd
2014
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Reproduction of the original: The Recipe For Diamonds by C.J Cutcliffe Hyne
Reproduction of the original: The Recipe For Diamonds by C.J Cutcliffe Hyne
Reproduction of the original: Prince Rupert, the Buccaneer by C.J Cutcliffe Hyne
