"The exact estimate of its height is sixteen thousand nine hundred and sixty-four feet!" "Great Snakes!" he cried.

"Why, he must be a perfect mountain!" "He is," I replied.

"He is so tall that summer and winter the top of his head is covered with snow." This was too much for King Ptush.

He rose up immediately from his seat and summoned his entourage.
"You will make ready for a strenuous afternoon," he said to them sharply.

"I am going after the biggest game that history records.
Colonel Methuselah has just told me of a quarry alongside of which all that we have landed in the past months sinks into insignificance." "You do well to call it a quarry," I cried.