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Then
it
moved
away
two
or
three
miles
,
leaving
a
phosphorescent
track
,
like
those
volumes
of
steam
that
the
express
trains
leave
behind
.
All
at
once
from
the
dark
line
of
the
horizon
whither
it
retired
to
gain
its
momentum
,
the
monster
rushed
suddenly
towards
the
Abraham
Lincoln
with
alarming
rapidity
,
stopped
suddenly
about
twenty
feet
from
the
hull
,
and
died
out
--
not
diving
under
the
water
,
for
its
brilliancy
did
not
abate
--
but
suddenly
,
and
as
if
the
source
of
this
brilliant
emanation
was
exhausted
.
Then
it
reappeared
on
the
other
side
of
the
vessel
,
as
if
it
had
turned
and
slid
under
the
hull
.
Any
moment
a
collision
might
have
occurred
which
would
have
been
fatal
to
us
.
However
,
I
was
astonished
at
the
manoeuvres
of
the
frigate
.
She
fled
and
did
not
attack
.
On
the
captain
's
face
,
generally
so
impassive
,
was
an
expression
of
unaccountable
astonishment
.
"
Mr.
Aronnax
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
do
not
know
with
what
formidable
being
I
have
to
deal
,
and
I
will
not
imprudently
risk
my
frigate
in
the
midst
of
this
darkness
.
Besides
,
how
attack
this
unknown
thing
,
how
defend
one
's
self
from
it
?
Wait
for
daylight
,
and
the
scene
will
change
.
"
"
You
have
no
further
doubt
,
captain
,
of
the
nature
of
the
animal
?
"
"
No
,
sir
;
it
is
evidently
a
gigantic
narwhal
,
and
an
electric
one
.
"
"
Perhaps
,
"
added
I
,
"
one
can
only
approach
it
with
a
torpedo
.
"
"
Undoubtedly
,
"
replied
the
captain
,
"
if
it
possesses
such
dreadful
power
,
it
is
the
most
terrible
animal
that
ever
was
created
.
That
is
why
,
sir
,
I
must
be
on
my
guard
.
"
The
crew
were
on
their
feet
all
night
.
No
one
thought
of
sleep
.
The
Abraham
Lincoln
,
not
being
able
to
struggle
with
such
velocity
,
had
moderated
its
pace
,
and
sailed
at
half
speed
.
For
its
part
,
the
narwhal
,
imitating
the
frigate
,
let
the
waves
rock
it
at
will
,
and
seemed
decided
not
to
leave
the
scene
of
the
struggle
.
Towards
midnight
,
however
,
it
disappeared
,
or
,
to
use
a
more
appropriate
term
,
it
"
died
out
"
like
a
large
glow-worm
.
Had
it
fled
?
One
could
only
fear
,
not
hope
it
.
But
at
seven
minutes
to
one
o’clock
in
the
morning
a
deafening
whistling
was
heard
,
like
that
produced
by
a
body
of
water
rushing
with
great
violence
.
The
captain
,
Ned
Land
,
and
I
were
then
on
the
poop
,
eagerly
peering
through
the
profound
darkness
.
"
Ned
Land
,
"
asked
the
commander
,
"
you
have
often
heard
the
roaring
of
whales
?
"
