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"
Well
,
my
friend
,
this
earth
will
one
day
be
that
cold
corpse
;
it
will
become
uninhabitable
and
uninhabited
like
the
moon
,
which
has
long
since
lost
all
its
vital
heat
.
"
"
In
how
many
centuries
?
"
"
In
some
hundreds
of
thousands
of
years
,
my
boy
.
"
"
Then
,
"
said
Conseil
,
"
we
shall
have
time
to
finish
our
journey
--
that
is
,
if
Ned
Land
does
not
interfere
with
it
.
"
And
Conseil
,
reassured
,
returned
to
the
study
of
the
bank
,
which
the
Nautilus
was
skirting
at
a
moderate
speed
.
During
the
night
of
the
16th
and
17th
February
we
had
entered
the
second
Mediterranean
basin
,
the
greatest
depth
of
which
was
1,450
fathoms
.
The
Nautilus
,
by
the
action
of
its
crew
,
slid
down
the
inclined
planes
and
buried
itself
in
the
lowest
depths
of
the
sea
.
On
the
18th
of
February
,
about
three
o’clock
in
the
morning
,
we
were
at
the
entrance
of
the
Straits
of
Gibraltar
.
There
once
existed
two
currents
:
an
upper
one
,
long
since
recognised
,
which
conveys
the
waters
of
the
ocean
into
the
basin
of
the
Mediterranean
;
and
a
lower
counter-current
,
which
reasoning
has
now
shown
to
exist
.
Indeed
,
the
volume
of
water
in
the
Mediterranean
,
incessantly
added
to
by
the
waves
of
the
Atlantic
and
by
rivers
falling
into
it
,
would
each
year
raise
the
level
of
this
sea
,
for
its
evaporation
is
not
sufficient
to
restore
the
equilibrium
.
As
it
is
not
so
,
we
must
necessarily
admit
the
existence
of
an
under-current
,
which
empties
into
the
basin
of
the
Atlantic
through
the
Straits
of
Gibraltar
the
surplus
waters
of
the
Mediterranean
.
A
fact
indeed
;
and
it
was
this
counter-current
by
which
the
Nautilus
profited
.
It
advanced
rapidly
by
the
narrow
pass
.
For
one
instant
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
beautiful
ruins
of
the
temple
of
Hercules
,
buried
in
the
ground
,
according
to
Pliny
,
and
with
the
low
island
which
supports
it
;
and
a
few
minutes
later
we
were
floating
on
the
Atlantic
.
The
Atlantic
!
a
vast
sheet
of
water
whose
superficial
area
covers
twenty-five
millions
of
square
miles
,
the
length
of
which
is
nine
thousand
miles
,
with
a
mean
breadth
of
two
thousand
seven
hundred
--
an
ocean
whose
parallel
winding
shores
embrace
an
immense
circumference
,
watered
by
the
largest
rivers
of
the
world
,
the
St.
Lawrence
,
the
Mississippi
,
the
Amazon
,
the
Plata
,
the
Orinoco
,
the
Niger
,
the
Senegal
,
the
Elbe
,
the
Loire
,
and
the
Rhine
,
which
carry
water
from
the
most
civilised
,
as
well
as
from
the
most
savage
,
countries
!
Magnificent
field
of
water
,
incessantly
ploughed
by
vessels
of
every
nation
,
sheltered
by
the
flags
of
every
nation
,
and
which
terminates
in
those
two
terrible
points
so
dreaded
by
mariners
,
Cape
Horn
and
the
Cape
of
Tempests
.
The
Nautilus
was
piercing
the
water
with
its
sharp
spur
,
after
having
accomplished
nearly
ten
thousand
leagues
in
three
months
and
a
half
,
a
distance
greater
than
the
great
circle
of
the
earth
.
Where
were
we
going
now
,
and
what
was
reserved
for
the
future
?
The
Nautilus
,
leaving
the
Straits
of
Gibraltar
,
had
gone
far
out
.
It
returned
to
the
surface
of
the
waves
,
and
our
daily
walks
on
the
platform
were
restored
to
us
.
I
mounted
at
once
,
accompanied
by
Ned
Land
and
Conseil
.
At
a
distance
of
about
twelve
miles
,
Cape
St.
Vincent
was
dimly
to
be
seen
,
forming
the
south-western
point
of
the
Spanish
peninsula
.
A
strong
southerly
gale
was
blowing
.
The
sea
was
swollen
and
billowy
;
it
made
the
Nautilus
rock
violently
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
keep
one
's
foot
on
the
platform
,
which
the
heavy
rolls
of
the
sea
beat
over
every
instant
.
So
we
descended
after
inhaling
some
mouthfuls
of
fresh
air
.
