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The
Mediterranean
,
the
blue
sea
par
excellence
,
"
the
great
sea
"
of
the
Hebrews
,
"
the
sea
"
of
the
Greeks
,
the
"
mare
nostrum
"
of
the
Romans
,
bordered
by
orange-trees
,
aloes
,
cacti
,
and
sea-pines
;
embalmed
with
the
perfume
of
the
myrtle
,
surrounded
by
rude
mountains
,
saturated
with
pure
and
transparent
air
,
but
incessantly
worked
by
underground
fires
;
a
perfect
battlefield
in
which
Neptune
and
Pluto
still
dispute
the
empire
of
the
world
!
It
is
upon
these
banks
,
and
on
these
waters
,
says
Michelet
,
that
man
is
renewed
in
one
of
the
most
powerful
climates
of
the
globe
.
But
,
beautiful
as
it
was
,
I
could
only
take
a
rapid
glance
at
the
basin
whose
superficial
area
is
two
million
of
square
yards
.
Even
Captain
Nemo
's
knowledge
was
lost
to
me
,
for
this
puzzling
person
did
not
appear
once
during
our
passage
at
full
speed
.
I
estimated
the
course
which
the
Nautilus
took
under
the
waves
of
the
sea
at
about
six
hundred
leagues
,
and
it
was
accomplished
in
forty-eight
hours
.
Starting
on
the
morning
of
the
16th
of
February
from
the
shores
of
Greece
,
we
had
crossed
the
Straits
of
Gibraltar
by
sunrise
on
the
18th
.
It
was
plain
to
me
that
this
Mediterranean
,
enclosed
in
the
midst
of
those
countries
which
he
wished
to
avoid
,
was
distasteful
to
Captain
Nemo
.
Those
waves
and
those
breezes
brought
back
too
many
remembrances
,
if
not
too
many
regrets
.
Here
he
had
no
longer
that
independence
and
that
liberty
of
gait
which
he
had
when
in
the
open
seas
,
and
his
Nautilus
felt
itself
cramped
between
the
close
shores
of
Africa
and
Europe
.
Our
speed
was
now
twenty-five
miles
an
hour
.
It
may
be
well
understood
that
Ned
Land
,
to
his
great
disgust
,
was
obliged
to
renounce
his
intended
flight
.
He
could
not
launch
the
pinnace
,
going
at
the
rate
of
twelve
or
thirteen
yards
every
second
.
To
quit
the
Nautilus
under
such
conditions
would
be
as
bad
as
jumping
from
a
train
going
at
full
speed
--
an
imprudent
thing
,
to
say
the
least
of
it
.
Besides
,
our
vessel
only
mounted
to
the
surface
of
the
waves
at
night
to
renew
its
stock
of
air
;
it
was
steered
entirely
by
the
compass
and
the
log
.
I
saw
no
more
of
the
interior
of
this
Mediterranean
than
a
traveller
by
express
train
perceives
of
the
landscape
which
flies
before
his
eyes
;
that
is
to
say
,
the
distant
horizon
,
and
not
the
nearer
objects
which
pass
like
a
flash
of
lightning
.
We
were
then
passing
between
Sicily
and
the
coast
of
Tunis
.
In
the
narrow
space
between
Cape
Bon
and
the
Straits
of
Messina
the
bottom
of
the
sea
rose
almost
suddenly
.
There
was
a
perfect
bank
,
on
which
there
was
not
more
than
nine
fathoms
of
water
,
whilst
on
either
side
the
depth
was
ninety
fathoms
.
The
Nautilus
had
to
manoeuvre
very
carefully
so
as
not
to
strike
against
this
submarine
barrier
.
I
showed
Conseil
,
on
the
map
of
the
Mediterranean
,
the
spot
occupied
by
this
reef
.
"
But
if
you
please
,
sir
,
"
observed
Conseil
,
"
it
is
like
a
real
isthmus
joining
Europe
to
Africa
.
"
