At the next instant Natty rushed through the steams of the spring, and appeared on the terrace, without his deerskin cap, his hair burnt to his head, his shirt, of country check, black and filled with holes, and his red features of a deeper color than ever, by the heat
he had encountered.
When I saw them clear red, I let them stand in that heat about five or six hours, till I found one of them, though it did not crack, did melt or run; for the sand which was mixed with the clay melted by the violence of the heat, and would have run into glass if I had gone on; so I slacked my fire gradually till the pots began to abate of the red colour; and watching them all night, that I might not let the fire abate too fast, in the morning I had three very good (I will not say handsome) pipkins, and two other earthen pots, as hard burnt as could be desired, and one of them perfectly glazed with the running of the sand.
The reason why I could not go naked was, I could not bear the heat of the sun so well when quite naked as with some clothes on; nay, the very heat frequently blistered my skin: whereas, with a shirt on, the air itself made some motion, and whistling under the shirt, was twofold cooler than without it.
Good additional heat for the sun," replied Michel Ardan, "of which the inhabitants of Uranus or Neptune would doubtless not complain; they must be perished with cold on their planets.
And this theory allows us to infer that the heat of the solar disc is fed by a hail of meteors falling incessantly on its surface.
They have even calculated," continued the imperturbable Barbicane, "that the shock of each meteor on the sun ought to produce a heat equal to that of 4,000 masses of coal of an equal bulk.
No," replied Barbicane, "because the terrestrial atmosphere absorbs four-tenths of the solar heat; besides, the quantity of heat intercepted by the earth is but a billionth part of the entire radiation.
And since breakfast Chief Inspector Heat had not managed to get anything to eat.
Chief Inspector Heat, an efficient officer of his department, stood his ground, but for a whole minute he did not advance.
Chief Inspector Heat, bending forward over the table in a gingerly and horrified manner, let him run on.
No physiologist, and still less of a metaphysician, Chief Inspector Heat rose by the force of sympathy, which is a form of fear, above the vulgar conception of time.
The descent, of course, is effected by lowering the heat of the cylinder, and letting the temperature abate.
A calorifere to produce the changes of temperature, and a cylinder to generate the heat, are neither inconvenient nor heavy.
We were beginning literally to die of heat
, hunger and thirst.
But the cook answered, 'There is heat
enough there; see for yourself.