From
behind the huge bulk of one of those sharply-defined masses of cloud
already mentioned, was seen slowly to emerge into an open area of blue
space, a queer, heterogeneous, but apparently solid substance, so
oddly shaped, so whimsically put together, as not to be in any
manner comprehended, and never to be sufficiently admired, by the host
of sturdy burghers who stood open-mouthed below. What could it be?
In the name of all the vrows and devils in Rotterdam, what could it
possibly portend? No one knew, no one could imagine; no one- not even
the burgomaster Mynheer Superbus Von Underduk- had the slightest clew
by which to unravel the mystery; so, as nothing more reasonable
could be done, every one to a man replaced his pipe carefully in the
corner of his mouth, and cocking up his right eye towards the
phenomenon, puffed, paused, waddled about, and grunted significantly-
then waddled back, grunted, paused, and finally- puffed again.
In the meantime, however, lower and still lower toward the goodly
city, came the object of so much curiosity, and the cause of so much
smoke.
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