The Terror
nor his men felt inclined to stroll about in search of news or gossip. A harvester at the day's end is ready for supper and sleep and for nothing else.
And so it was late in that week when it was discovered that Thomas Griffith and all his house had vanished from this world.
I have often been reproached for my curiosity over questions which are apparently of slight importance, or of no importance at all. I love to inquire, for instance, into the question of the visibility of a lighted candle at a distance. Suppose, that is, a candle lighted on a still, dark night in the country; what is the greatest distance at which you can see that there is a light at all? And then as to the human voice; what is its carrying distance, under good conditions, as a mere sound, apart from, any matter of making out words that may be uttered?
They are trivial questions, no doubt, but they have always interested me, and the latter point has its application to the strange
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