Newton’s Cannon
By: J. Gregory Keyes
Humprey wiped the sweat from his forehead and paused briefly in his working of the bellows. He glanced nervously at Issac; who was staring into the red maw of the furnace with all of the intensity of a lover-or a madman. “Issac, should you not rest?” Humprey pleaded. “How many days have been at this?”. Issac did not even deign to glance at him. He stepped instead to the worktable and emptied the contents of a mortar into a beaker. Then, he attacked his notebook with pen, scribbling furiously. “I do not know. What day is it?”. Humprey stared at his friend, whose stained shirt clung to his emaciated frame like parchment. “And how long since you have eaten?” he persisted. [download]
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