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I
admired
its
strange
aspect
,
surrounded
by
black
rocks
upon
which
its
white
houses
and
forts
stood
in
relief
.
I
saw
the
rounded
domes
of
its
mosques
,
the
elegant
points
of
its
minarets
,
its
fresh
and
verdant
terraces
.
But
it
was
only
a
vision
!
The
Nautilus
soon
sank
under
the
waves
of
that
part
of
the
sea
.
We
passed
along
the
Arabian
coast
of
Mahrah
and
Hadramaut
,
for
a
distance
of
six
miles
,
its
undulating
line
of
mountains
being
occasionally
relieved
by
some
ancient
ruin
.
The
5th
of
February
we
at
last
entered
the
Gulf
of
Aden
,
a
perfect
funnel
introduced
into
the
neck
of
Bab-el-mandeb
,
through
which
the
Indian
waters
entered
the
Red
Sea
.
The
6th
of
February
,
the
Nautilus
floated
in
sight
of
Aden
,
perched
upon
a
promontory
which
a
narrow
isthmus
joins
to
the
mainland
,
a
kind
of
inaccessible
Gibraltar
,
the
fortifications
of
which
were
rebuilt
by
the
English
after
taking
possession
in
1839
.
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
octagon
minarets
of
this
town
,
which
was
at
one
time
the
richest
commercial
magazine
on
the
coast
.
I
certainly
thought
that
Captain
Nemo
,
arrived
at
this
point
,
would
back
out
again
;
but
I
was
mistaken
,
for
he
did
no
such
thing
,
much
to
my
surprise
.
The
next
day
,
the
7th
of
February
,
we
entered
the
Straits
of
Bab-el-mandeb
,
the
name
of
which
,
in
the
Arab
tongue
,
means
The
Gate
of
Tears
.
To
twenty
miles
in
breadth
,
it
is
only
thirty-two
in
length
.
And
for
the
Nautilus
,
starting
at
full
speed
,
the
crossing
was
scarcely
the
work
of
an
hour
.
But
I
saw
nothing
,
not
even
the
Island
of
Perim
,
with
which
the
British
Government
has
fortified
the
position
of
Aden
.
There
were
too
many
English
or
French
steamers
of
the
line
of
Suez
to
Bombay
,
Calcutta
to
Melbourne
,
and
from
Bourbon
to
the
Mauritius
,
furrowing
this
narrow
passage
,
for
the
Nautilus
to
venture
to
show
itself
.
So
it
remained
prudently
below
.
At
last
about
noon
,
we
were
in
the
waters
of
the
Red
Sea
.
I
would
not
even
seek
to
understand
the
caprice
which
had
decided
Captain
Nemo
upon
entering
the
gulf
.
But
I
quite
approved
of
the
Nautilus
entering
it
.
Its
speed
was
lessened
:
sometimes
it
kept
on
the
surface
,
sometimes
it
dived
to
avoid
a
vessel
,
and
thus
I
was
able
to
observe
the
upper
and
lower
parts
of
this
curious
sea
.
The
8th
of
February
,
from
the
first
dawn
of
day
,
Mocha
came
in
sight
,
now
a
ruined
town
,
whose
walls
would
fall
at
a
gunshot
,
yet
which
shelters
here
and
there
some
verdant
date-trees
;
once
an
important
city
,
containing
six
public
markets
,
and
twenty-six
mosques
,
and
whose
walls
,
defended
by
fourteen
forts
,
formed
a
girdle
of
two
miles
in
circumference
.
The
Nautilus
then
approached
the
African
shore
,
where
the
depth
of
the
sea
was
greater
.
There
,
between
two
waters
clear
as
crystal
,
through
the
open
panels
we
were
allowed
to
contemplate
the
beautiful
bushes
of
brilliant
coral
and
large
blocks
of
rock
clothed
with
a
splendid
fur
of
green
variety
of
sites
and
landscapes
along
these
sandbanks
and
algae
and
fuci
.
What
an
indescribable
spectacle
,
and
what
variety
of
sites
and
landscapes
along
these
sandbanks
and
volcanic
islands
which
bound
the
Libyan
coast
!
But
where
these
shrubs
appeared
in
all
their
beauty
was
on
the
eastern
coast
,
which
the
Nautilus
soon
gained
.
