The mercury within my barometer has grown strangely motionless, resting at 29.87 inches as though the very breath of the Carpathians has been arrested. Such steady pressure, observed since yesterday's…
VIENNA, 4th October 1841. — The morning gazettes from the Austrian Crownlands arrived at the Exchange Arcade damp with the river fog, their pages still smelling of the Chancery's iron-gall ink. The of…
A biting chill threads through the pine-scented air, and the gorge lies in eerie silence, broken only by the faint whisper of a west wind at two knots. The mercury barometer reads 29.78 inches and fal…
The Torricellian column of mercury stands motionless at nine and ninety-six hundredths inches, its silvered summit unwavering within the brass dial of the barometer. The hair-hygrometer, strung with s…
The gazettes of this third day of October, in the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and forty-one, lie before me like so many tombstones in a paper graveyard. From the official chancery edicts of Vien…
A wan, spectral light filters through the ragged cloud strata, casting a pallid glow upon the Carpathian crags as the sun, a diminished orb, descends toward the western ridges. The sky, some five and …