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Often
seeing
no
exit
,
I
thought
we
were
definitely
prisoners
;
but
,
instinct
guiding
him
at
the
slightest
indication
,
Captain
Nemo
would
discover
a
new
pass
.
He
was
never
mistaken
when
he
saw
the
thin
threads
of
bluish
water
trickling
along
the
ice-fields
;
and
I
had
no
doubt
that
he
had
already
ventured
into
the
midst
of
these
Antarctic
seas
before
.
On
the
16th
of
March
,
however
,
the
ice-fields
absolutely
blocked
our
road
.
It
was
not
the
iceberg
itself
,
as
yet
,
but
vast
fields
cemented
by
the
cold
.
But
this
obstacle
could
not
stop
Captain
Nemo
:
he
hurled
himself
against
it
with
frightful
violence
.
The
Nautilus
entered
the
brittle
mass
like
a
wedge
,
and
split
it
with
frightful
crackings
.
It
was
the
battering
ram
of
the
ancients
hurled
by
infinite
strength
.
The
ice
,
thrown
high
in
the
air
,
fell
like
hail
around
us
.
By
its
own
power
of
impulsion
our
apparatus
made
a
canal
for
itself
;
some
times
carried
away
by
its
own
impetus
,
it
lodged
on
the
ice-field
,
crushing
it
with
its
weight
,
and
sometimes
buried
beneath
it
,
dividing
it
by
a
simple
pitching
movement
,
producing
large
rents
in
it
.
Violent
gales
assailed
us
at
this
time
,
accompanied
by
thick
fogs
,
through
which
,
from
one
end
of
the
platform
to
the
other
,
we
could
see
nothing
.
The
wind
blew
sharply
from
all
parts
of
the
compass
,
and
the
snow
lay
in
such
hard
heaps
that
we
had
to
break
it
with
blows
of
a
pickaxe
.
The
temperature
was
always
at
5
°
below
zero
;
every
outward
part
of
the
Nautilus
was
covered
with
ice
.
A
rigged
vessel
would
have
been
entangled
in
the
blocked
up
gorges
.
A
vessel
without
sails
,
with
electricity
for
its
motive
power
,
and
wanting
no
coal
,
could
alone
brave
such
high
latitudes
.
At
length
,
on
the
18th
of
March
,
after
many
useless
assaults
,
the
Nautilus
was
positively
blocked
.
It
was
no
longer
either
streams
,
packs
,
or
ice-fields
,
but
an
interminable
and
immovable
barrier
,
formed
by
mountains
soldered
together
.
"
An
iceberg
!
"
said
the
Canadian
to
me
.
I
knew
that
to
Ned
Land
,
as
well
as
to
all
other
navigators
who
had
preceded
us
,
this
was
an
inevitable
obstacle
.
The
sun
appearing
for
an
instant
at
noon
,
Captain
Nemo
took
an
observation
as
near
as
possible
,
which
gave
our
situation
at
51
°
30
'
long
.
and
67
°
39
'
of
S.
lat
.
We
had
advanced
one
degree
more
in
this
Antarctic
region
.
Of
the
liquid
surface
of
the
sea
there
was
no
longer
a
glimpse
.
Under
the
spur
of
the
Nautilus
lay
stretched
a
vast
plain
,
entangled
with
confused
blocks
.
Here
and
there
sharp
points
and
slender
needles
rising
to
a
height
of
200
feet
;
further
on
a
steep
shore
,
hewn
as
it
were
with
an
axe
and
clothed
with
greyish
tints
;
huge
mirrors
,
reflecting
a
few
rays
of
sunshine
,
half
drowned
in
the
fog
.
And
over
this
desolate
face
of
nature
a
stern
silence
reigned
,
scarcely
broken
by
the
flapping
of
the
wings
of
petrels
and
puffins
.
Everything
was
frozen
--
even
the
noise
.
The
Nautilus
was
then
obliged
to
stop
in
its
adventurous
course
amid
these
fields
of
ice
.
In
spite
of
our
efforts
,
in
spite
of
the
powerful
means
employed
to
break
up
the
ice
,
the
Nautilus
remained
immovable
.
Generally
,
when
we
can
proceed
no
further
,
we
have
return
still
open
to
us
;
but
here
return
was
as
impossible
as
advance
,
for
every
pass
had
closed
behind
us
;
and
for
the
few
moments
when
we
were
stationary
,
we
were
likely
to
be
entirely
blocked
,
which
did
indeed
happen
about
two
o’clock
in
the
afternoon
,
the
fresh
ice
forming
around
its
sides
with
astonishing
rapidity
.
I
was
obliged
to
admit
that
Captain
Nemo
was
more
than
imprudent
.
I
was
on
the
platform
at
that
moment
.
The
Captain
had
been
observing
our
situation
for
some
time
past
,
when
he
said
to
me
:
"
Well
,
sir
,
what
do
you
think
of
this
?
"
"
I
think
that
we
are
caught
,
Captain
.
"
"
So
,
M.
Aronnax
,
you
really
think
that
the
Nautilus
can
not
disengage
itself
?
"
"
With
difficulty
,
Captain
;
for
the
season
is
already
too
far
advanced
for
you
to
reckon
on
the
breaking
of
the
ice
.
"
"
Ah
!
sir
,
"
said
Captain
Nemo
,
in
an
ironical
tone
,
"
you
will
always
be
the
same
.
You
see
nothing
but
difficulties
and
obstacles
.
I
affirm
that
not
only
can
the
Nautilus
disengage
itself
,
but
also
that
it
can
go
further
still
.
"
"
Further
to
the
South
?
"
I
asked
,
looking
at
the
Captain
.
"
Yes
,
sir
;
it
shall
go
to
the
pole
.
"
