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Our
road
grew
lighter
and
lighter
.
The
white
glimmer
came
in
rays
from
the
summit
of
a
mountain
about
800
feet
high
.
But
what
I
saw
was
simply
a
reflection
,
developed
by
the
clearness
of
the
waters
.
The
source
of
this
inexplicable
light
was
a
fire
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
mountain
.
In
the
midst
of
this
stony
maze
furrowing
the
bottom
of
the
Atlantic
,
Captain
Nemo
advanced
without
hesitation
.
He
knew
this
dreary
road
.
Doubtless
he
had
often
travelled
over
it
,
and
could
not
lose
himself
.
I
followed
him
with
unshaken
confidence
.
He
seemed
to
me
like
a
genie
of
the
sea
;
and
,
as
he
walked
before
me
,
I
could
not
help
admiring
his
stature
,
which
was
outlined
in
black
on
the
luminous
horizon
.
It
was
one
in
the
morning
when
we
arrived
at
the
first
slopes
of
the
mountain
;
but
to
gain
access
to
them
we
must
venture
through
the
difficult
paths
of
a
vast
copse
.
Yes
;
a
copse
of
dead
trees
,
without
leaves
,
without
sap
,
trees
petrified
by
the
action
of
the
water
and
here
and
there
overtopped
by
gigantic
pines
.
It
was
like
a
coal-pit
still
standing
,
holding
by
the
roots
to
the
broken
soil
,
and
whose
branches
,
like
fine
black
paper
cuttings
,
showed
distinctly
on
the
watery
ceiling
.
Picture
to
yourself
a
forest
in
the
Hartz
hanging
on
to
the
sides
of
the
mountain
,
but
a
forest
swallowed
up
.
The
paths
were
encumbered
with
seaweed
and
fucus
,
between
which
grovelled
a
whole
world
of
crustacea
.
I
went
along
,
climbing
the
rocks
,
striding
over
extended
trunks
,
breaking
the
sea
bind-weed
which
hung
from
one
tree
to
the
other
;
and
frightening
the
fishes
,
which
flew
from
branch
to
branch
.
Pressing
onward
,
I
felt
no
fatigue
.
I
followed
my
guide
,
who
was
never
tired
.
What
a
spectacle
!
How
can
I
express
it
?
how
paint
the
aspect
of
those
woods
and
rocks
in
this
medium
--
their
under
parts
dark
and
wild
,
the
upper
coloured
with
red
tints
,
by
that
light
which
the
reflecting
powers
of
the
waters
doubled
?
We
climbed
rocks
which
fell
directly
after
with
gigantic
bounds
and
the
low
growling
of
an
avalanche
.
To
right
and
left
ran
long
,
dark
galleries
,
where
sight
was
lost
.
Here
opened
vast
glades
which
the
hand
of
man
seemed
to
have
worked
;
and
I
sometimes
asked
myself
if
some
inhabitant
of
these
submarine
regions
would
not
suddenly
appear
to
me
.
But
Captain
Nemo
was
still
mounting
.
I
could
not
stay
behind
.
I
followed
boldly
.
My
stick
gave
me
good
help
.
A
false
step
would
have
been
dangerous
on
the
narrow
passes
sloping
down
to
the
sides
of
the
gulfs
;
but
I
walked
with
firm
step
,
without
feeling
any
giddiness
.
Now
I
jumped
a
crevice
,
the
depth
of
which
would
have
made
me
hesitate
had
it
been
among
the
glaciers
on
the
land
;
now
I
ventured
on
the
unsteady
trunk
of
a
tree
thrown
across
from
one
abyss
to
the
other
,
without
looking
under
my
feet
,
having
only
eyes
to
admire
the
wild
sites
of
this
region
.
There
,
monumental
rocks
,
leaning
on
their
regularly-cut
bases
,
seemed
to
defy
all
laws
of
equilibrium
.
From
between
their
stony
knees
trees
sprang
,
like
a
jet
under
heavy
pressure
,
and
upheld
others
which
upheld
them
.
Natural
towers
,
large
scarps
,
cut
perpendicularly
,
like
a
"
curtain
,
"
inclined
at
an
angle
which
the
laws
of
gravitation
could
never
have
tolerated
in
terrestrial
regions
.
Two
hours
after
quitting
the
Nautilus
we
had
crossed
the
line
of
trees
,
and
a
hundred
feet
above
our
heads
rose
the
top
of
the
mountain
,
which
cast
a
shadow
on
the
brilliant
irradiation
of
the
opposite
slope
.
Some
petrified
shrubs
ran
fantastically
here
and
there
.
Fishes
got
up
under
our
feet
like
birds
in
the
long
grass
.
The
massive
rocks
were
rent
with
impenetrable
fractures
,
deep
grottos
,
and
unfathomable
holes
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
formidable
creatures
might
be
heard
moving
.
My
blood
curdled
when
I
saw
enormous
antennae
blocking
my
road
,
or
some
frightful
claw
closing
with
a
noise
in
the
shadow
of
some
cavity
.
Millions
of
luminous
spots
shone
brightly
in
the
midst
of
the
darkness
.
They
were
the
eyes
of
giant
crustacea
crouched
in
their
holes
;
giant
lobsters
setting
themselves
up
like
halberdiers
,
and
moving
their
claws
with
the
clicking
sound
of
pincers
;
titanic
crabs
,
pointed
like
a
gun
on
its
carriage
;
and
frightful-looking
poulps
,
interweaving
their
tentacles
like
a
living
nest
of
serpents
.
We
had
now
arrived
on
the
first
platform
,
where
other
surprises
awaited
me
.
Before
us
lay
some
picturesque
ruins
,
which
betrayed
the
hand
of
man
and
not
that
of
the
Creator
.
There
were
vast
heaps
of
stone
,
amongst
which
might
be
traced
the
vague
and
shadowy
forms
of
castles
and
temples
,
clothed
with
a
world
of
blossoming
zoophytes
,
and
over
which
,
instead
of
ivy
,
sea-weed
and
fucus
threw
a
thick
vegetable
mantle
.
But
what
was
this
portion
of
the
globe
which
had
been
swallowed
by
cataclysms
?
