Transcription: Stromboli! Stromboli! I could not stop repeating it to myself. So we had arrived on the island of Sicily in the middle of the Mediterranean. And what an amazing journey we had been on to get here. We had entered the earth by one volcano and had come out by another. We were almost 3,000 miles from Snethilz, from the land of eternal snows to this most beautiful island. But neither my uncle norcould get over the mystery of the compass. How can it be explained? I asked. It always showed us going northwards, yet we have obviously been traveling south. Why not just forget the whole thing? What? Excl ...
