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"
I
will
add
,
"
he
continued
,
"
that
,
being
as
handy
with
the
pickaxe
as
with
the
harpoon
,
if
I
can
be
useful
to
the
Captain
,
he
can
command
my
services
.
"
"
He
will
not
refuse
your
help
.
Come
,
Ned
!
"
I
led
him
to
the
room
where
the
crew
of
the
Nautilus
were
putting
on
their
cork-jackets
.
I
told
the
Captain
of
Ned
's
proposal
,
which
he
accepted
.
The
Canadian
put
on
his
sea-costume
,
and
was
ready
as
soon
as
his
companions
.
When
Ned
was
dressed
,
I
re-entered
the
drawing-room
,
where
the
panes
of
glass
were
open
,
and
,
posted
near
Conseil
,
I
examined
the
ambient
beds
that
supported
the
Nautilus
.
Some
instants
after
,
we
saw
a
dozen
of
the
crew
set
foot
on
the
bank
of
ice
,
and
among
them
Ned
Land
,
easily
known
by
his
stature
.
Captain
Nemo
was
with
them
.
Before
proceeding
to
dig
the
walls
,
he
took
the
soundings
,
to
be
sure
of
working
in
the
right
direction
.
Long
sounding
lines
were
sunk
in
the
side
walls
,
but
after
fifteen
yards
they
were
again
stopped
by
the
thick
wall
.
It
was
useless
to
attack
it
on
the
ceiling-like
surface
,
since
the
iceberg
itself
measured
more
than
400
yards
in
height
.
Captain
Nemo
then
sounded
the
lower
surface
.
There
ten
yards
of
wall
separated
us
from
the
water
,
so
great
was
the
thickness
of
the
ice-field
.
It
was
necessary
,
therefore
,
to
cut
from
it
a
piece
equal
in
extent
to
the
waterline
of
the
Nautilus
.
There
were
about
6,000
cubic
yards
to
detach
,
so
as
to
dig
a
hole
by
which
we
could
descend
to
the
ice-field
.
The
work
had
begun
immediately
and
carried
on
with
indefatigable
energy
.
Instead
of
digging
round
the
Nautilus
which
would
have
involved
greater
difficulty
,
Captain
Nemo
had
an
immense
trench
made
at
eight
yards
from
the
port-quarter
.
Then
the
men
set
to
work
simultaneously
with
their
screws
on
several
points
of
its
circumference
.
Presently
the
pickaxe
attacked
this
compact
matter
vigorously
,
and
large
blocks
were
detached
from
the
mass
.
By
a
curious
effect
of
specific
gravity
,
these
blocks
,
lighter
than
water
,
fled
,
so
to
speak
,
to
the
vault
of
the
tunnel
,
that
increased
in
thickness
at
the
top
in
proportion
as
it
diminished
at
the
base
.
But
that
mattered
little
,
so
long
as
the
lower
part
grew
thinner
.
After
two
hours
'
hard
work
,
Ned
Land
came
in
exhausted
.
He
and
his
comrades
were
replaced
by
new
workers
,
whom
Conseil
and
I
joined
.
The
second
lieutenant
of
the
Nautilus
superintended
us
.
The
water
seemed
singularly
cold
,
but
I
soon
got
warm
handling
the
pickaxe
.
My
movements
were
free
enough
,
although
they
were
made
under
a
pressure
of
thirty
atmospheres
.
When
I
re-entered
,
after
working
two
hours
,
to
take
some
food
and
rest
,
I
found
a
perceptible
difference
between
the
pure
fluid
with
which
the
Rouquayrol
engine
supplied
me
and
the
atmosphere
of
the
Nautilus
,
already
charged
with
carbonic
acid
.
The
air
had
not
been
renewed
for
forty-eight
hours
,
and
its
vivifying
qualities
were
considerably
enfeebled
.
However
,
after
a
lapse
of
twelve
hours
,
we
had
only
raised
a
block
of
ice
one
yard
thick
,
on
the
marked
surface
,
which
was
about
600
cubic
yards
!
Reckoning
that
it
took
twelve
hours
to
accomplish
this
much
it
would
take
five
nights
and
four
days
to
bring
this
enterprise
to
a
satisfactory
conclusion
.
Five
nights
and
four
days
!
And
we
have
only
air
enough
for
two
days
in
the
reservoirs
!
"
Without
taking
into
account
,
"
said
Ned
,
"
that
,
even
if
we
get
out
of
this
infernal
prison
,
we
shall
also
be
imprisoned
under
the
iceberg
,
shut
out
from
all
possible
communication
with
the
atmosphere
.
"
True
enough
!
Who
could
then
foresee
the
minimum
of
time
necessary
for
our
deliverance
?
We
might
be
suffocated
before
the
Nautilus
could
regain
the
surface
of
the
waves
?
Was
it
destined
to
perish
in
this
ice-tomb
,
with
all
those
it
enclosed
?
The
situation
was
terrible
.
But
everyone
had
looked
the
danger
in
the
face
,
and
each
was
determined
to
do
his
duty
to
the
last
.
As
I
expected
,
during
the
night
a
new
block
a
yard
square
was
carried
away
,
and
still
further
sank
the
immense
hollow
.
But
in
the
morning
when
,
dressed
in
my
cork-jacket
,
I
traversed
the
slushy
mass
at
a
temperature
of
six
or
seven
degrees
below
zero
,
I
remarked
that
the
side
walls
were
gradually
closing
in
.
The
beds
of
water
farthest
from
the
trench
,
that
were
not
warmed
by
the
men
's
work
,
showed
a
tendency
to
solidification
.
In
presence
of
this
new
and
imminent
danger
,
what
would
become
of
our
chances
of
safety
,
and
how
hinder
the
solidification
of
this
liquid
medium
,
that
would
burst
the
partitions
of
the
Nautilus
like
glass
?
I
did
not
tell
my
companions
of
this
new
danger
.
What
was
the
good
of
damping
the
energy
they
displayed
in
the
painful
work
of
escape
?
But
when
I
went
on
board
again
,
I
told
Captain
Nemo
of
this
grave
complication
.
"
I
know
it
,
"
he
said
,
in
that
calm
tone
which
could
counteract
the
most
terrible
apprehensions
.
"
It
is
one
danger
more
;
but
I
see
no
way
of
escaping
it
;
the
only
chance
of
safety
is
to
go
quicker
than
solidification
.
We
must
be
beforehand
with
it
,
that
is
all
.
"
On
this
day
for
several
hours
I
used
my
pickaxe
vigorously
.
The
work
kept
me
up
.
Besides
,
to
work
was
to
quit
the
Nautilus
,
and
breathe
directly
the
pure
air
drawn
from
the
reservoirs
,
and
supplied
by
our
apparatus
,
and
to
quit
the
impoverished
and
vitiated
atmosphere
.
Towards
evening
the
trench
was
dug
one
yard
deeper
.
When
I
returned
on
board
,
I
was
nearly
suffocated
by
the
carbonic
acid
with
which
the
air
was
filled
--
ah
!
if
we
had
only
the
chemical
means
to
drive
away
this
deleterious
gas
.
We
had
plenty
of
oxygen
;
all
this
water
contained
a
considerable
quantity
,
and
by
dissolving
it
with
our
powerful
piles
,
it
would
restore
the
vivifying
fluid
.
I
had
thought
well
over
it
;
but
of
what
good
was
that
,
since
the
carbonic
acid
produced
by
our
respiration
had
invaded
every
part
of
the
vessel
?
To
absorb
it
,
it
was
necessary
to
fill
some
jars
with
caustic
potash
,
and
to
shake
them
incessantly
.
Now
this
substance
was
wanting
on
board
,
and
nothing
could
replace
it
.
On
that
evening
,
Captain
Nemo
ought
to
open
the
taps
of
his
reservoirs
,
and
let
some
pure
air
into
the
interior
of
the
Nautilus
;
without
this
precaution
we
could
not
get
rid
of
the
sense
of
suffocation
.
The
next
day
,
March
26th
,
I
resumed
my
miner
's
work
in
beginning
the
fifth
yard
.
The
side
walls
and
the
lower
surface
of
the
iceberg
thickened
visibly
.
It
was
evident
that
they
would
meet
before
the
Nautilus
was
able
to
disengage
itself
.
Despair
seized
me
for
an
instant
;
my
pickaxe
nearly
fell
from
my
hands
.
What
was
the
good
of
digging
if
I
must
be
suffocated
,
crushed
by
the
water
that
was
turning
into
stone
?
--
a
punishment
that
the
ferocity
of
the
savages
even
would
not
have
invented
!
Just
then
Captain
Nemo
passed
near
me
.
I
touched
his
hand
and
showed
him
the
walls
of
our
prison
.
The
wall
to
port
had
advanced
to
at
least
four
yards
from
the
hull
of
the
Nautilus
.
The
Captain
understood
me
,
and
signed
me
to
follow
him
.
We
went
on
board
.
I
took
off
my
cork-jacket
and
accompanied
him
into
the
drawing-room
.
"
M.
Aronnax
,
we
must
attempt
some
desperate
means
,
or
we
shall
be
sealed
up
in
this
solidified
water
as
in
cement
.
"
