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Ned
Land
,
faithful
to
his
instinct
,
hastened
to
fill
a
net
which
he
carried
by
his
side
with
some
of
the
finest
specimens
.
But
we
could
not
stop
.
We
must
follow
the
Captain
,
who
seemed
to
guide
him
self
by
paths
known
only
to
himself
.
The
ground
was
sensibly
rising
,
and
sometimes
,
on
holding
up
my
arm
,
it
was
above
the
surface
of
the
sea
.
Then
the
level
of
the
bank
would
sink
capriciously
.
Often
we
rounded
high
rocks
scarped
into
pyramids
.
In
their
dark
fractures
huge
crustacea
,
perched
upon
their
high
claws
like
some
war-machine
,
watched
us
with
fixed
eyes
,
and
under
our
feet
crawled
various
kinds
of
annelides
.
At
this
moment
there
opened
before
us
a
large
grotto
dug
in
a
picturesque
heap
of
rocks
and
carpeted
with
all
the
thick
warp
of
the
submarine
flora
.
At
first
it
seemed
very
dark
to
me
.
The
solar
rays
seemed
to
be
extinguished
by
successive
gradations
,
until
its
vague
transparency
became
nothing
more
than
drowned
light
.
Captain
Nemo
entered
;
we
followed
.
My
eyes
soon
accustomed
themselves
to
this
relative
state
of
darkness
.
I
could
distinguish
the
arches
springing
capriciously
from
natural
pillars
,
standing
broad
upon
their
granite
base
,
like
the
heavy
columns
of
Tuscan
architecture
.
Why
had
our
incomprehensible
guide
led
us
to
the
bottom
of
this
submarine
crypt
?
I
was
soon
to
know
.
After
descending
a
rather
sharp
declivity
,
our
feet
trod
the
bottom
of
a
kind
of
circular
pit
.
There
Captain
Nemo
stopped
,
and
with
his
hand
indicated
an
object
I
had
not
yet
perceived
.
It
was
an
oyster
of
extraordinary
dimensions
,
a
gigantic
tridacne
,
a
goblet
which
could
have
contained
a
whole
lake
of
holy-water
,
a
basin
the
breadth
of
which
was
more
than
two
yards
and
a
half
,
and
consequently
larger
than
that
ornamenting
the
saloon
of
the
Nautilus
.
I
approached
this
extraordinary
mollusc
.
It
adhered
by
its
filaments
to
a
table
of
granite
,
and
there
,
isolated
,
it
developed
itself
in
the
calm
waters
of
the
grotto
.
I
estimated
the
weight
of
this
tridacne
at
600
lb
.
Such
an
oyster
would
contain
30
lb
.
of
meat
;
and
one
must
have
the
stomach
of
a
Gargantua
to
demolish
some
dozens
of
them
.
Captain
Nemo
was
evidently
acquainted
with
the
existence
of
this
bivalve
,
and
seemed
to
have
a
particular
motive
in
verifying
the
actual
state
of
this
tridacne
.
The
shells
were
a
little
open
;
the
Captain
came
near
and
put
his
dagger
between
to
prevent
them
from
closing
;
then
with
his
hand
he
raised
the
membrane
with
its
fringed
edges
,
which
formed
a
cloak
for
the
creature
.
There
,
between
the
folded
plaits
,
I
saw
a
loose
pearl
,
whose
size
equalled
that
of
a
coco-nut
.
Its
globular
shape
,
perfect
clearness
,
and
admirable
lustre
made
it
altogether
a
jewel
of
inestimable
value
.
Carried
away
by
my
curiosity
,
I
stretched
out
my
hand
to
seize
it
,
weigh
it
,
and
touch
it
;
but
the
Captain
stopped
me
,
made
a
sign
of
refusal
,
and
quickly
withdrew
his
dagger
,
and
the
two
shells
closed
suddenly
.
I
then
understood
Captain
Nemo
's
intention
.
In
leaving
this
pearl
hidden
in
the
mantle
of
the
tridacne
he
was
allowing
it
to
grow
slowly
.
Each
year
the
secretions
of
the
mollusc
would
add
new
concentric
circles
.
I
estimated
its
value
at
L500
,000
at
least
.
After
ten
minutes
Captain
Nemo
stopped
suddenly
.
I
thought
he
had
halted
previously
to
returning
.
No
;
by
a
gesture
he
bade
us
crouch
beside
him
in
a
deep
fracture
of
the
rock
,
his
hand
pointed
to
one
part
of
the
liquid
mass
,
which
I
watched
attentively
.
About
five
yards
from
me
a
shadow
appeared
,
and
sank
to
the
ground
.
The
disquieting
idea
of
sharks
shot
through
my
mind
,
but
I
was
mistaken
;
and
once
again
it
was
not
a
monster
of
the
ocean
that
we
had
anything
to
do
with
.
It
was
a
man
,
a
living
man
,
an
Indian
,
a
fisherman
,
a
poor
devil
who
,
I
suppose
,
had
come
to
glean
before
the
harvest
.
I
could
see
the
bottom
of
his
canoe
anchored
some
feet
above
his
head
.
He
dived
and
went
up
successively
.
A
stone
held
between
his
feet
,
cut
in
the
shape
of
a
sugar
loaf
,
whilst
a
rope
fastened
him
to
his
boat
,
helped
him
to
descend
more
rapidly
.
This
was
all
his
apparatus
.
Reaching
the
bottom
,
about
five
yards
deep
,
he
went
on
his
knees
and
filled
his
bag
with
oysters
picked
up
at
random
.
Then
he
went
up
,
emptied
it
,
pulled
up
his
stone
,
and
began
the
operation
once
more
,
which
lasted
thirty
seconds
.
The
diver
did
not
see
us
.
The
shadow
of
the
rock
hid
us
from
sight
.
And
how
should
this
poor
Indian
ever
dream
that
men
,
beings
like
himself
,
should
be
there
under
the
water
watching
his
movements
and
losing
no
detail
of
the
fishing
?
Several
times
he
went
up
in
this
way
,
and
dived
again
.
He
did
not
carry
away
more
than
ten
at
each
plunge
,
for
he
was
obliged
to
pull
them
from
the
bank
to
which
they
adhered
by
means
of
their
strong
byssus
.
And
how
many
of
those
oysters
for
which
he
risked
his
life
had
no
pearl
in
them
!
I
watched
him
closely
;
his
manoeuvres
were
regular
;
and
for
the
space
of
half
an
hour
no
danger
appeared
to
threaten
him
.
I
was
beginning
to
accustom
myself
to
the
sight
of
this
interesting
fishing
,
when
suddenly
,
as
the
Indian
was
on
the
ground
,
I
saw
him
make
a
gesture
of
terror
,
rise
,
and
make
a
spring
to
return
to
the
surface
of
the
sea
.
I
understood
his
dread
.
A
gigantic
shadow
appeared
just
above
the
unfortunate
diver
.
It
was
a
shark
of
enormous
size
advancing
diagonally
,
his
eyes
on
fire
,
and
his
jaws
open
.
I
was
mute
with
horror
and
unable
to
move
.
