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"
Ah
!
sir
,
you
are
full
of
ideas
to-day
.
"
"
Besides
,
Captain
,
"
I
added
,
enthusiastically
,
"
why
should
we
not
find
the
sea
open
at
the
South
Pole
as
well
as
at
the
North
?
The
frozen
poles
of
the
earth
do
not
coincide
,
either
in
the
southern
or
in
the
northern
regions
;
and
,
until
it
is
proved
to
the
contrary
,
we
may
suppose
either
a
continent
or
an
ocean
free
from
ice
at
these
two
points
of
the
globe
.
"
"
I
think
so
too
,
M.
Aronnax
,
"
replied
Captain
Nemo
.
"
I
only
wish
you
to
observe
that
,
after
having
made
so
many
objections
to
my
project
,
you
are
now
crushing
me
with
arguments
in
its
favour
!
"
The
preparations
for
this
audacious
attempt
now
began
.
The
powerful
pumps
of
the
Nautilus
were
working
air
into
the
reservoirs
and
storing
it
at
high
pressure
.
About
four
o’clock
,
Captain
Nemo
announced
the
closing
of
the
panels
on
the
platform
.
I
threw
one
last
look
at
the
massive
iceberg
which
we
were
going
to
cross
.
The
weather
was
clear
,
the
atmosphere
pure
enough
,
the
cold
very
great
,
being
12
°
below
zero
;
but
,
the
wind
having
gone
down
,
this
temperature
was
not
so
unbearable
.
About
ten
men
mounted
the
sides
of
the
Nautilus
,
armed
with
pickaxes
to
break
the
ice
around
the
vessel
,
which
was
soon
free
.
The
operation
was
quickly
performed
,
for
the
fresh
ice
was
still
very
thin
.
We
all
went
below
.
The
usual
reservoirs
were
filled
with
the
newly-liberated
water
,
and
the
Nautilus
soon
descended
.
I
had
taken
my
place
with
Conseil
in
the
saloon
;
through
the
open
window
we
could
see
the
lower
beds
of
the
Southern
Ocean
.
The
thermometer
went
up
,
the
needle
of
the
compass
deviated
on
the
dial
.
At
about
900
feet
,
as
Captain
Nemo
had
foreseen
,
we
were
floating
beneath
the
undulating
bottom
of
the
iceberg
.
But
the
Nautilus
went
lower
still
--
it
went
to
the
depth
of
four
hundred
fathoms
.
The
temperature
of
the
water
at
the
surface
showed
twelve
degrees
,
it
was
now
only
ten
;
we
had
gained
two
.
I
need
not
say
the
temperature
of
the
Nautilus
was
raised
by
its
heating
apparatus
to
a
much
higher
degree
;
every
manoeuvre
was
accomplished
with
wonderful
precision
.
"
We
shall
pass
it
,
if
you
please
,
sir
,
"
said
Conseil
.
"
I
believe
we
shall
,
"
I
said
,
in
a
tone
of
firm
conviction
.
In
this
open
sea
,
the
Nautilus
had
taken
its
course
direct
to
the
pole
,
without
leaving
the
fifty-second
meridian
.
From
67
°
30
'
to
90
°
,
twenty-two
degrees
and
a
half
of
latitude
remained
to
travel
;
that
is
,
about
five
hundred
leagues
.
The
Nautilus
kept
up
a
mean
speed
of
twenty-six
miles
an
hour
--
the
speed
of
an
express
train
.
If
that
was
kept
up
,
in
forty
hours
we
should
reach
the
pole
.
For
a
part
of
the
night
the
novelty
of
the
situation
kept
us
at
the
window
.
The
sea
was
lit
with
the
electric
lantern
;
but
it
was
deserted
;
fishes
did
not
sojourn
in
these
imprisoned
waters
;
they
only
found
there
a
passage
to
take
them
from
the
Antarctic
Ocean
to
the
open
polar
sea
.
Our
pace
was
rapid
;
we
could
feel
it
by
the
quivering
of
the
long
steel
body
.
About
two
in
the
morning
I
took
some
hours
'
repose
,
and
Conseil
did
the
same
.
In
crossing
the
waist
I
did
not
meet
Captain
Nemo
:
I
supposed
him
to
be
in
the
pilot
's
cage
.
The
next
morning
,
the
19th
of
March
,
I
took
my
post
once
more
in
the
saloon
.
The
electric
log
told
me
that
the
speed
of
the
Nautilus
had
been
slackened
.
It
was
then
going
towards
the
surface
;
but
prudently
emptying
its
reservoirs
very
slowly
.
My
heart
beat
fast
.
Were
we
going
to
emerge
and
regain
the
open
polar
atmosphere
?
No
!
A
shock
told
me
that
the
Nautilus
had
struck
the
bottom
of
the
iceberg
,
still
very
thick
,
judging
from
the
deadened
sound
.
We
had
in
deed
"
struck
,
"
to
use
a
sea
expression
,
but
in
an
inverse
sense
,
and
at
a
thousand
feet
deep
.
This
would
give
three
thousand
feet
of
ice
above
us
;
one
thousand
being
above
the
water-mark
.
The
iceberg
was
then
higher
than
at
its
borders
--
not
a
very
reassuring
fact
.
Several
times
that
day
the
Nautilus
tried
again
,
and
every
time
it
struck
the
wall
which
lay
like
a
ceiling
above
it
.
Sometimes
it
met
with
but
900
yards
,
only
200
of
which
rose
above
the
surface
.
It
was
twice
the
height
it
was
when
the
Nautilus
had
gone
under
the
waves
.
I
carefully
noted
the
different
depths
,
and
thus
obtained
a
submarine
profile
of
the
chain
as
it
was
developed
under
the
water
.
That
night
no
change
had
taken
place
in
our
situation
.
Still
ice
between
four
and
five
hundred
yards
in
depth
!
It
was
evidently
diminishing
,
but
,
still
,
what
a
thickness
between
us
and
the
surface
of
the
ocean
!
It
was
then
eight
.
According
to
the
daily
custom
on
board
the
Nautilus
,
its
air
should
have
been
renewed
four
hours
ago
;
but
I
did
not
suffer
much
,
although
Captain
Nemo
had
not
yet
made
any
demand
upon
his
reserve
of
oxygen
.
My
sleep
was
painful
that
night
;
hope
and
fear
besieged
me
by
turns
:
I
rose
several
times
.
The
groping
of
the
Nautilus
continued
.
About
three
in
the
morning
,
I
noticed
that
the
lower
surface
of
the
iceberg
was
only
about
fifty
feet
deep
.
One
hundred
and
fifty
feet
now
separated
us
from
the
surface
of
the
waters
.
The
iceberg
was
by
degrees
becoming
an
ice-field
,
the
mountain
a
plain
.
My
eyes
never
left
the
manometer
.
We
were
still
rising
diagonally
to
the
surface
,
which
sparkled
under
the
electric
rays
.
The
iceberg
was
stretching
both
above
and
beneath
into
lengthening
slopes
;
mile
after
mile
it
was
getting
thinner
.
At
length
,
at
six
in
the
morning
of
that
memorable
day
,
the
19th
of
March
,
the
door
of
the
saloon
opened
,
and
Captain
Nemo
appeared
.
