Here was June 25.

If the sun was clouded for six days we must postpone our visit till next year.
My limited powers of description would fail, were I to attempt a picture of the Professor's angry impatience.

The day wore on, and no shadow came to lay itself along the bottom of the crater.

Hans did not move from the spot he had selected; yet he must be asking himself what were we waiting for, if he asked himself anything at all.

My uncle spoke not a word to me.