Transcription: There was no mistaking the rage that was written on my uncle's face. Never have I seen a man more crestfallen and then so indignant. It was as though all the dangers we had gone through had been for nothing. The professor shouted out his defiance. Faked his playing terrible tricks! He fumed. But I will not yield. I shall not retreat an inch. We shall see who can triumph, man or nature. I tried to make him see reason. We cannot fight the impossible. I said we are ill-equipped for a sea voyage We can't again travel on this pile of beans with just a a blanket for a sail and a stick for a mast It ...
