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Saying
this
,
he
jumped
lightly
on
to
the
sand
.
His
heart
beat
with
emotion
.
He
climbed
a
rock
,
sloping
to
a
little
promontory
,
and
there
,
with
his
arms
crossed
,
mute
and
motionless
,
and
with
an
eager
look
,
he
seemed
to
take
possession
of
these
southern
regions
.
After
five
minutes
passed
in
this
ecstasy
,
he
turned
to
us
.
"
When
you
like
,
sir
.
"
I
landed
,
followed
by
Conseil
,
leaving
the
two
men
in
the
boat
.
For
a
long
way
the
soil
was
composed
of
a
reddish
sandy
stone
,
something
like
crushed
brick
,
scoriae
,
streams
of
lava
,
and
pumice-stones
.
One
could
not
mistake
its
volcanic
origin
.
In
some
parts
,
slight
curls
of
smoke
emitted
a
sulphurous
smell
,
proving
that
the
internal
fires
had
lost
nothing
of
their
expansive
powers
,
though
,
having
climbed
a
high
acclivity
,
I
could
see
no
volcano
for
a
radius
of
several
miles
.
We
know
that
in
those
Antarctic
countries
,
James
Ross
found
two
craters
,
the
Erebus
and
Terror
,
in
full
activity
,
on
the
167th
meridian
,
latitude
77
°
32
'
.
The
vegetation
of
this
desolate
continent
seemed
to
me
much
restricted
.
Some
lichens
lay
upon
the
black
rocks
;
some
microscopic
plants
,
rudimentary
diatomas
,
a
kind
of
cells
placed
between
two
quartz
shells
;
long
purple
and
scarlet
weed
,
supported
on
little
swimming
bladders
,
which
the
breaking
of
the
waves
brought
to
the
shore
.
These
constituted
the
meagre
flora
of
this
region
.
The
shore
was
strewn
with
molluscs
,
little
mussels
,
and
limpets
.
I
also
saw
myriads
of
northern
clios
,
one-and-a-quarter
inches
long
,
of
which
a
whale
would
swallow
a
whole
world
at
a
mouthful
;
and
some
perfect
sea-butterflies
,
animating
the
waters
on
the
skirts
of
the
shore
.
There
appeared
on
the
high
bottoms
some
coral
shrubs
,
of
the
kind
which
,
according
to
James
Ross
,
live
in
the
Antarctic
seas
to
the
depth
of
more
than
1,000
yards
.
Then
there
were
little
kingfishers
and
starfish
studding
the
soil
.
But
where
life
abounded
most
was
in
the
air
.
There
thousands
of
birds
fluttered
and
flew
of
all
kinds
,
deafening
us
with
their
cries
;
others
crowded
the
rock
,
looking
at
us
as
we
passed
by
without
fear
,
and
pressing
familiarly
close
by
our
feet
.
There
were
penguins
,
so
agile
in
the
water
,
heavy
and
awkward
as
they
are
on
the
ground
;
they
were
uttering
harsh
cries
,
a
large
assembly
,
sober
in
gesture
,
but
extravagant
in
clamour
.
Albatrosses
passed
in
the
air
,
the
expanse
of
their
wings
being
at
least
four
yards
and
a
half
,
and
justly
called
the
vultures
of
the
ocean
;
some
gigantic
petrels
,
and
some
damiers
,
a
kind
of
small
duck
,
the
underpart
of
whose
body
is
black
and
white
;
then
there
were
a
whole
series
of
petrels
,
some
whitish
,
with
brown-bordered
wings
,
others
blue
,
peculiar
to
the
Antarctic
seas
,
and
so
oily
,
as
I
told
Conseil
,
that
the
inhabitants
of
the
Ferroe
Islands
had
nothing
to
do
before
lighting
them
but
to
put
a
wick
in
.
"
A
little
more
,
"
said
Conseil
,
"
and
they
would
be
perfect
lamps
!
After
that
,
we
can
not
expect
Nature
to
have
previously
furnished
them
with
wicks
!
"
About
half
a
mile
farther
on
the
soil
was
riddled
with
ruffs
'
nests
,
a
sort
of
laying-ground
,
out
of
which
many
birds
were
issuing
.
Captain
Nemo
had
some
hundreds
hunted
.
They
uttered
a
cry
like
the
braying
of
an
ass
,
were
about
the
size
of
a
goose
,
slate-colour
on
the
body
,
white
beneath
,
with
a
yellow
line
round
their
throats
;
they
allowed
themselves
to
be
killed
with
a
stone
,
never
trying
to
escape
.
But
the
fog
did
not
lift
,
and
at
eleven
the
sun
had
not
yet
shown
itself
.
Its
absence
made
me
uneasy
.
Without
it
no
observations
were
possible
.
How
,
then
,
could
we
decide
whether
we
had
reached
the
pole
?
When
I
rejoined
Captain
Nemo
,
I
found
him
leaning
on
a
piece
of
rock
,
silently
watching
the
sky
.
He
seemed
impatient
and
vexed
.
But
what
was
to
be
done
?
This
rash
and
powerful
man
could
not
command
the
sun
as
he
did
the
sea
.
Noon
arrived
without
the
orb
of
day
showing
itself
for
an
instant
.
We
could
not
even
tell
its
position
behind
the
curtain
of
fog
;
and
soon
the
fog
turned
to
snow
.
"
Till
to-morrow
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
quietly
,
and
we
returned
to
the
Nautilus
amid
these
atmospheric
disturbances
.
The
tempest
of
snow
continued
till
the
next
day
.
It
was
impossible
to
remain
on
the
platform
.
