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- Author: Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2016
- Pages: 228
- ISBN-10: 1535180757
- ISBN-13: 9781535180757
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.2 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan is a classic Indian travelogue by Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky. Late in the evening of the sixteenth of February, 1879, after a rough voyage which lasted thirty-two days, joyful exclamations were heard everywhere on deck. "Have you seen the lighthouse?" "There it is at last, the Bombay lighthouse." Cards, books, music, everything was forgotten. Everyone rushed on deck. The moon had not risen as yet, and, in spite of the starry tropical sky, it was quite dark. The stars were so bright that, at first, it seemed hardly possible to distinguish, far away amongst them, a small fiery point lit by earthly hands. The stars winked at us like so many huge eyes in the black sky, on one side of which shone the Southern Cross. At last we distinguished the lighthouse on the distant horizon. It was nothing but a tiny fiery point diving in the phosphorescent waves. The tired travellers greeted it warmly. The rejoicing was general.
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- Author: Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2016
- Pages: 228
- ISBN-10: 1535180757
- ISBN-13: 9781535180757
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.2 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
From the Caves and Jungles of Hindostan is a classic Indian travelogue by Helena Pretrovna Blavatsky. Late in the evening of the sixteenth of February, 1879, after a rough voyage which lasted thirty-two days, joyful exclamations were heard everywhere on deck. "Have you seen the lighthouse?" "There it is at last, the Bombay lighthouse." Cards, books, music, everything was forgotten. Everyone rushed on deck. The moon had not risen as yet, and, in spite of the starry tropical sky, it was quite dark. The stars were so bright that, at first, it seemed hardly possible to distinguish, far away amongst them, a small fiery point lit by earthly hands. The stars winked at us like so many huge eyes in the black sky, on one side of which shone the Southern Cross. At last we distinguished the lighthouse on the distant horizon. It was nothing but a tiny fiery point diving in the phosphorescent waves. The tired travellers greeted it warmly. The rejoicing was general.
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