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The fact that light travels at a finite, but very high, speedwas firstdiscovered in 1676 by the Danish astronomer Ole ChristensenRoemer. He observed that the times at which the moons ofJupiter appeared to pass behind Jupiter were not evenlyspaced, as one would expect if the moons went round Jupiterat a constant rate. As the earth and Jupiter orbit around thesun, the distance between them varies. Roemer noticed thateclipses of Jupiter’s moons appeared later the farther we werefrom Jupiter. He argued that this was because the light fromthe moons took longer to reach us when we were fartheraway. His measurements of the variations in the distance of theearth from Jupiter were,? however, not very accurate, and so his value for the speedof light was 140,000 miles per second, compared to themodern value of 186,000 miles per second. Nevertheless,Roemer’s achievement, in not only proving that light travels ata finite speed, but also in measuring that speed, wasremarkable - coming as it did eleven years before Newton’spublication of Principia Mathematica. A proper theory of thepropagation of light didn’t come until 1865, when the Britishphysicist James Clerk Maxwell succeeded in unifying the partialtheories that up to then had been used to describe the forcesof electricity and magnetism. Maxwell’s equations predicted thatthere could be wavelike disturbances in the combinedelectromagnetic field, and that these would travel at a fixedspeed, like ripples on a pond. If the wavelength of these waves(the distance between one wave crest and the next) is a meteror more, they are what we now call radio waves. Shorterwavelengths are known as microwaves (a few centimeters) orinfrared (more than a ten-thousandth of a centimeter). Visiblelight has a wavelength of between only forty and eightymillionths of a centimeter. Even shorter wavelengths are knownas ultraviolet, X rays, and gamma rays.
Be the conclusion what it may, the necessity of the trapper returning to the Texans was obvious. He told Rickard that he would try it at once, and no decision could be reached until after a talk with them.
"Well, and what luck did you have?"
We had a great many visitors while waiting for the wrens: neighbors came to sit in our green shade, young housekeepers came looking for rooms to rent, and old birds who were leading around their noisy families came to dine with us. Once a pair of flickers started to light in the tree, but they gave a glance over the shoulder at me and fled. Later I found their secret—down inside an old charred stump up the canyon. Occasionally I got sight of gay liveries in the green sycamore tops. A Louisiana tanager in his coat of many colors stopped one day, and another time, when looking up for dull green vireos, my eye was startled by a flaming golden oriole. The color was a keen pleasure. Lazuli buntings, relatives of our eastern indigo-bird, sang so much within hearing that I felt sure they were nesting in the weeds outside the line of sycamores—I did find a pair building in the malvas beyond; a pair of bush-tits, cousins of the chickadees, came with one of their big families; California towhees often appeared sitting quietly on the branches; linnets were always stopping to discuss something in their emphatic way; clamorous blue jays rushed in and set the small birds in a panic, but seeing me quickly took themselves off; and a pair of wary woodpeckers hunted over the sycamore trunks and worked so cautiously that they had finished excavating a nest only just out of my sight on the other side of the wren tree trunk before I seriously suspected them of domestic intentions.
“Do — do,” he murmured mechanically and absently, continuing to look at us. Then abruptly he broke out: “He’s going to marry her.”
"My eye, but there will be a crowd of people here! One reason I'm going up to David's is because I'm not allowed to stay up for the fun. Good-by. I'll take you up to see the boat some day next week," and beckoning the servant to follow with the aquarium, the young patrician disappeared through the outer door, and the Canovas made their way up a stately marble stair, and through a winding corridor until they came to a long narrow apartment whose walls were hung with canvases.
"Another friend of yours, Spennie?" inquired Sir Thomas politely, eying the red-haired speaker with interest.
1.“For,” he murmured, laying the palms of his hands together, “it is to be a long week-end.”
But Edinburgh pays cruelly for her high seat in one of the vilest climates under heaven. She is liable to be beaten upon by all the winds that blow, to be drenched with rain, to be buried in cold sea fogs out of the east, and powdered with the snow as it comes flying southward from the Highland hills. The weather is raw and boisterous in winter, shifty and ungenial in summer, and a downright meteorological purgatory in the spring. The delicate die early, and I, as a survivor, among bleak winds and plumping rain, have been sometimes tempted to envy them their fate. For all who love shelter and the blessings of the sun, who hate dark weather and perpetual tilting against squalls, there could scarcely be found a more unhomely and harassing place of residence. Many such aspire angrily after that Somewhere-else of the imagination, where all troubles are supposed to end. They lean over the great bridge which joins the New Town with the Old — that windiest spot, or high altar, in this northern temple of the winds — and watch the trains smoking out from under them and vanishing into the tunnel on a voyage to brighter skies. Happy the passengers who shake off the dust of Edinburgh, and have heard for the last time the cry of the east wind among her chimney-tops! And yet the place establishes an interest in people’s hearts; go where they will, they find no city of the same distinction; go where they will, they take a pride in their old home.
Simultaneously as they entered twelve gentlemen took seats together in the centre of the room - twelve blotched, wrinkled, yellow faces! I looked at them, then at the twelve porcelainists, and then at the cups, into which was being poured some liquid from a bottle. What can be the meaning of all this? I asked myself in astonishment; but the mystery was soon explained: for like magic the small knives in the hands of the porcelainists transferred the contents of the cups to the faces of the twelve gentlemen sitting in a row. Over the forehead and cheeks, over and round about the nose and close to the corner of the mouth went the knives, covering up ugliness instanter. In ten minutes the twelve faces reminded me of the little porcelain dolls sold in our stores.