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THE NEXT MORNING I woke up feeling perfectly well. I thought a bath would do me good, and I went to dive into the waters of this Mediterranean sea for a few minutes. Certainly it deserved this name more than any other ocean.be I came back to breakfast with a good appet.i.te. Hans knew how to cook our little meal; he had water and fire at his disposal, so that he could change our ordinary fare a bit. For dessert he served us a few cups of coffee, and this delicious beverage never seemed more pleasant to my sense of taste.

"Now," said my uncle, "this is the time of the high tide, and we mustn't miss the opportunity to study this phenomenon."

"What, the tide!" I exclaimed.

"No doubt."

"Can the influence of the sun and moon be felt even here?"

"Why not? Aren't all bodies subject to universal gravity in their entirety? So this ma.s.s of water can't escape the general law. And in spite of the heavy atmospheric pressure on the surface, you'll see it rise like the Atlantic itself."

At that moment we walked on the sand of the sh.o.r.e, and the waves were gradually encroaching on the pebbles.

"Here's the beginning of high tide," I exclaimed.

"Yes, Axel, and judging from these tidemarks of foam, you can see that the ocean rises about ten feet."

"That's wonderful!"

"No, it's natural."

"It's easy for you to say, Uncle, but all of this seems extraordinary to me, and I can hardly believe my eyes. Who would ever have imagined an ocean under this terrestrial crust, with ebbing and flowing tides, with winds and storms!"

"Why not? Is there any physical reason against it?"

"I don't see any, so long as we abandon the theory of core heat."

"So this far Davy's theory has been confirmed?"

"Obviously, and therefore nothing contradicts the existence of oceans and continents in the interior of the earth."

"No doubt, but uninhabited."

"Well! Why wouldn't this water be the sanctuary of fishes of an unknown species?"

"At any rate, we haven't seen a single one so far."

"Well, let's make some lines, and see if the bait draws as much here as it does in surface oceans."

"We'll try, Axel, because we must penetrate all the secrets of these new regions."

"But where are we, Uncle? For I haven't asked you that question yet, which your instruments must be able to answer."

"Horizontally, three hundred and fifty leagues from Iceland."

"As much as that?"

"I'm sure that I'm not off even by five hundred fathoms."

"And does the compa.s.s still show south-east?"

"Yes, with a westerly deviation of 19 45'. just as above ground. As for its dip, something curious is occurring that I've observed with the greatest care."

"What is that?"

"It's that the needle, instead of dipping toward the pole as in the northern hemisphere, on the contrary points upward."

"Must we then conclude that the magnetic pole is somewhere between the surface of the globe and the point where we are?"

"Exactly, and it's likely that if we were to reach the polar regions at about the seventieth degree, where Sir James Rossbf discovered the magnetic pole, we would see the needle point straight up. Therefore that mysterious center of attraction does not lie at a great depth." discovered the magnetic pole, we would see the needle point straight up. Therefore that mysterious center of attraction does not lie at a great depth."

"Indeed, and that's a fact which science had not antic.i.p.ated."

"Science, my boy, is built on errors, but errors which it's good to commit because they gradually lead to the truth."

"What depth have we reached now?"

"Thirty-five leagues below the surface."

"So," I said, examining the map, "the Highlands of Scotland are over our heads, and the snow-covered peaks of the Grampian Mountains rise up to prodigious heights."

"Yes," answered the professor laughing. "It's a bit of a heavy load to bear, but the vault is solid. The great architect of the universe has built it of the best materials, and man could never have given it such a reach! What are the arches of bridges and the naves of cathedrals compared to this vault with a three-league radius, beneath which an ocean and its storms can unfold at their ease?"

"Oh, I'm not afraid that it'll fall down on my head. But now, Uncle, what are your plans? Aren't you thinking of returning to the surface now?"

"Return! No, indeed! We'll continue our journey, since everything has gone well so far."

"But I don't see how we can go down beneath this liquid surface."

"Oh! I'm not going to dive in head foremost. But if all oceans are properly speaking only lakes, since they are surrounded by land, of course this interior sea is also encircled by a granite coast."

"That's beyond question."

"Well then, on the opposite sh.o.r.es we'll find new pa.s.sages opening up."

"How wide do you estimate this ocean to be?"

"Thirty or forty leagues."

"Ah!" I remarked, thinking that this estimate might well be inaccurate.

"So we have no time to lose, and we'll set sail tomorrow."

Involuntarily I looked about for the ship that was supposed to transport us.

"Ah!" I said, "set sail, will we? Fine! But aboard what ship will we travel?"

"It'll not be aboard a ship at all, my boy, but on a good, solid raft."

"A raft!" I exclaimed. "A raft is just as impossible to build as a ship, and I don't see ..."

"You don't see, Axel, but if you listened, you might hear."

"Hear?"

"Yes, certain strikes of the hammer that would tell you that Hans is already at work on it."

"He's building a raft?"

"Yes."

"What! He's already felled trees with his axe?"

"Oh, the trees were already down. Come, and you'll see him at work."

After a walk of a quarter of an hour, on the other side of the promontory which formed the little natural harbor, I saw Hans at work. A few more steps, and I was at his side. To my great surprise, a half-finished raft was already lying on the sand; it was made out of beams of a peculiar wood, and a great number of planks, hinges and frames were strewn about the ground. It was enough material for an entire fleet.

"Uncle," I exclaimed, "what wood is this?"

"It is pine, fir, birch, all kinds of northern conifers, mineralized by the seawater."

"Is that possible?"

"It's called 'surturbrand' or fossil wood."

"But then, like lignite, it must be as hard as stone, and cannot float?"

"Sometimes that happens; some of these woods have become true anthracites; but others, like these, have only gone through the beginnings of fossil transformation. Just look," added my uncle, throwing one of those precious remains into the sea.

The piece of wood, after disappearing, returned to the surface of the waves and swung back and forth with their movements.

"Are you convinced?" said my uncle.

"Convinced, although it's incredible!"

The next evening, thanks to our guide's skill, the raft was completed; it was ten feet by five feet; the beams of surturbrand, tied together with strong rope, offered an even surface, and when it was launched, this improvised vessel floated calmly on the waves of the Lidenbrock Sea.

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ON AUGUST 13 WE awoke early. We planned to inaugurate a new mode of fast and easy transportation.

The rigging of the raft consisted of a mast made from two poles tied together, a yard made of a third, a sail from our blankets. There was no lack of rope. The whole thing was solid.

At six o'clock, the professor gave the signal to embark. The food supplies, the baggage, the instruments, the guns, and a good quant.i.ty of fresh water gathered from the rocks were all put in their place.

Hans had installed a rudder so as to be able to steer his floating vessel. He took the tiller. I detached the rope that moored us to the sh.o.r.e. The sail was set, and we rapidly left the land behind.

At the moment of leaving the little harbor, my uncle, who insisted on his geographical nomenclature, wanted to give it a name, proposing mine among others.

"Really," I said, "I have another proposal."

"Which one?"

"Grauben. Port Grauben, that'll look very good on the map."

"Let it be Port Grauben then."

In this way, the memory of my beloved Virland girl connected with our adventurous expedition.

The wind blew from the north-west. We sailed at great speed with the wind from behind. The very dense layers of the atmosphere had considerable force and acted on the sail like a powerful fan.

After an hour, my uncle was able to estimate our speed with a good deal of precision.

"At this rate," he said, "we'll travel at least thirty leagues in twenty-four hours, and we'll soon come in sight of the opposite sh.o.r.e."

I made no answer, but went and sat at the front of the raft. The northern sh.o.r.e was already beginning to dip under the horizon. The eastern and western strands spread wide as if to make our departure easier. An immense ocean stretched out before my eyes. The grayish shadows of great clouds glided over its surface, which seemed to weigh down this somber water. The silvery rays of the electric light, here and there reflected by the spray, shot out little points of light from our wake. Soon we lost sight of land entirely, all points of orientation disappeared, and without the foamy wake of the raft, I might have thought that it was perfectly motionless.

Toward noon, immense algae could be seen floating at the surface of the water. I was aware of the vital power of these plants, which grow at a depth of over twelve thousand feet under the sea, reproduce under a pressure of four hundred atmospheres, and sometimes form barriers strong enough to impede the course of a ship; but there were never, I think, more gigantic algae than those in the Lidenbrock Sea.

Our raft pa.s.sed along fucus that were three or four thousand feet long, immense serpents that continued beyond the reach of sight; I entertained myself in tracing these endless ribbons, always thinking that I had reached the end, and for hours my patience competed with my surprise.

What natural force could produce such plants, and what must the earth have looked like in the first centuries of its formation, when under the impact of heat and humidity, the vegetable kingdom alone developed on its surface!

Evening came and, as I had noted on the previous day, the luminosity of the air did not diminish. It was a constant phenomenon whose permanence could be relied on.

After dinner I lay down at the foot of the mast, and immediately fell asleep in the midst of carefree reveries.

Hans, motionless at the helm, let the raft run, which at any rate did not even need steering, with the wind blowing from behind.

Since our departure from Port Grauben, Professor Lidenbrock had charged me with keeping the "ship log," writing down even the smallest observation, recording interesting phenomena, the direction of the wind, the speed, the route we had taken-in a word, all the details of our strange sea voyage.

I will therefore limit myself here to reproducing these daily notes, written, so to speak, as events directed, so as to provide a more exact account of our pa.s.sage.

Friday, August 14.-Steady breeze from the northwest. The raft makes rapid progress in a straight line. The coast is thirty leagues behind us in the direction of the wind. Nothing on the horizon.

Intensity of light remains the same. Good weather, that is, the clouds are high up, not very dense, and bathed in a white atmosphere that looks like molten silver. Thermometer: +32C.

At noon Hans fastens a hook to the end of a line. He baits it with a small piece of meat and throws it into the sea. For two hours he catches nothing. Are these waters uninhabited, then? No. A pull on the line. Hans draws it in and lifts up a fish that struggles vigorously.