Surveying Wonders

SURVEYING WONDERS

"Surveying Wonders" invites you on an exhilarating journey through the captivating world of surveying, where precision meets exploration. From the towering peaks to the depths of the ocean floor, this book unveils the unsung heroes who map our planet's vast terrains, unlocking the secrets of geography and shaping our understanding of the world. Join seasoned surveyors as they share riveting tales of conquering challenging landscapes, employing cutting-edge technology, and solving mysteries buried beneath layers of history. As the narrative unfolds, delve into the fascinating interplay of science, technology, and human ingenuity that has propelled surveying from ancient tools to modern satellite-based systems. Whether you're a land enthusiast, technology buff, or simply curious about the hidden dimensions of our Earth, "Surveying Wonders" promises a thrilling expedition into the heart of the unseen, where every measurement tells a story and every wonder awaits discovery.

Triumphs and Wonders of the 19th Century

The Highflyers

Excerpt: "Fred la Mothe was speaking. After a certain number of beverages composed of Scotch whisky, imported soda, and a cube of ice, it was a matter of comparative ease for him to exhibit a notable fluency. After two o'clock in the afternoon Fred was generally fluent. "''Tain't safe,' I says to him. And the wind was blowin' enough to lift the hair out of your head. 'I wouldn't go up in the thing for the price of it,' I says, 'and, besides, you're seein' two of it. Bad enough drivin' a car when you're lit up,' I says, 'but what these flyin' machines want is a still day and a man that's cold sober. You just let it rest on its little perch in the bird-cage.'" Fred refreshed his parched throat while his four companions waited for the conclusion of the tale. "'You'll bust your neck,' I told him. "'Ten to one,' says he, 'I round Windmill Point Light and come back without bustin' my neck. Even money I make it without bustin' anything,' says he. "'Dinner for four at the Tuller to-night that the least you bust is a leg,' I says, and the wind whipped the hat off my head and whirled it into a tree." Fred stopped, evidently mourning the loss of his hat."