JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH JULES VERNE CHAPTER 13 HOSPITALITY UNDER THE ARCTIC CIRCLE Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nang cao. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH JULES VERNE CHAPTER 13 HOSPITALITY UNDER THE ARCTIC CIRCLE It ought to have been night-time but under the 65th parallel therewas nothing surprising in the nocturnal polar light. In Icelandduring the months of June and July the sun does not set. But the temperature was much lower. I was cold and more hungry thancold. Welcome was the sight of the boer which was hospitably openedto receive us. It was a peasant s house but in point of hospitality it was equal toa king s. On our arrival the master came with outstretched hands andwithout more ceremony he beckoned us to follow him. To accompany him down the long narrow dark passage would have beenimpossible. Therefore we followed as he bid us. The building wasconstructed of roughly squared timbers with rooms on both sides four in number all opening out into the one passage these were thekitchen the weaving shop the badstofa or family sleeping-room andthe visitors room which was the best of all. My uncle whose heighthad not been thought of in building the house of course hit his headseveral times against the beams that projected from the ceilings. We were introduced into our apartment a large room with a floor ofearth stamped hard down and lighted by a window the panes of whichwere formed of sheep s bladder not admitting too much light. Thesleeping accommodation consisted of dry litter thrown into twowooden frames painted red and ornamented with Icelandic sentences. Iwas hardly expecting so much comfort the only discomfort proceededfrom the strong odour of dried fish hung meat and sour milk ofwhich my nose made bitter complaints. When we had laid aside our travelling wraps the voice of the host washeard inviting us to the kitchen the only room where a fire waslighted even in the severest cold. My uncle lost no time in obeying the friendly call nor was I slackin following. The kitchen chimney was constructed on the ancient pattern in themiddle of the room was a stone for a hearth over it .
