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Tears
came
into
my
eyes
on
hearing
him
speak
thus
.
If
our
situation
to
all
was
intolerable
in
the
interior
,
with
what
haste
and
gladness
would
we
put
on
our
cork-jackets
to
work
in
our
turn
!
Pickaxes
sounded
on
the
frozen
ice-beds
.
Our
arms
ached
,
the
skin
was
torn
off
our
hands
.
But
what
were
these
fatigues
,
what
did
the
wounds
matter
?
Vital
air
came
to
the
lungs
!
We
breathed
!
we
breathed
!
All
this
time
no
one
prolonged
his
voluntary
task
beyond
the
prescribed
time
.
His
task
accomplished
,
each
one
handed
in
turn
to
his
panting
companions
the
apparatus
that
supplied
him
with
life
.
Captain
Nemo
set
the
example
,
and
submitted
first
to
this
severe
discipline
.
When
the
time
came
,
he
gave
up
his
apparatus
to
another
and
returned
to
the
vitiated
air
on
board
,
calm
,
unflinching
,
unmurmuring
.
On
that
day
the
ordinary
work
was
accomplished
with
unusual
vigour
.
Only
two
yards
remained
to
be
raised
from
the
surface
.
Two
yards
only
separated
us
from
the
open
sea
.
But
the
reservoirs
were
nearly
emptied
of
air
.
The
little
that
remained
ought
to
be
kept
for
the
workers
;
not
a
particle
for
the
Nautilus
.
When
I
went
back
on
board
,
I
was
half
suffocated
.
What
a
night
!
I
know
not
how
to
describe
it
.
The
next
day
my
breathing
was
oppressed
.
Dizziness
accompanied
the
pain
in
my
head
and
made
me
like
a
drunken
man
.
My
companions
showed
the
same
symptoms
.
Some
of
the
crew
had
rattling
in
the
throat
.
On
that
day
,
the
sixth
of
our
imprisonment
,
Captain
Nemo
,
finding
the
pickaxes
work
too
slowly
,
resolved
to
crush
the
ice-bed
that
still
separated
us
from
the
liquid
sheet
.
This
man
's
coolness
and
energy
never
forsook
him
.
He
subdued
his
physical
pains
by
moral
force
.
By
his
orders
the
vessel
was
lightened
,
that
is
to
say
,
raised
from
the
ice-bed
by
a
change
of
specific
gravity
.
When
it
floated
they
towed
it
so
as
to
bring
it
above
the
immense
trench
made
on
the
level
of
the
water-line
.
Then
,
filling
his
reservoirs
of
water
,
he
descended
and
shut
himself
up
in
the
hole
.
Just
then
all
the
crew
came
on
board
,
and
the
double
door
of
communication
was
shut
.
The
Nautilus
then
rested
on
the
bed
of
ice
,
which
was
not
one
yard
thick
,
and
which
the
sounding
leads
had
perforated
in
a
thousand
places
.
The
taps
of
the
reservoirs
were
then
opened
,
and
a
hundred
cubic
yards
of
water
was
let
in
,
increasing
the
weight
of
the
Nautilus
to
1,800
tons
.
We
waited
,
we
listened
,
forgetting
our
sufferings
in
hope
.
Our
safety
depended
on
this
last
chance
.
Notwithstanding
the
buzzing
in
my
head
,
I
soon
heard
the
humming
sound
under
the
hull
of
the
Nautilus
.
The
ice
cracked
with
a
singular
noise
,
like
tearing
paper
,
and
the
Nautilus
sank
.
"
We
are
off
!
"
murmured
Conseil
in
my
ear
.
I
could
not
answer
him
.
I
seized
his
hand
,
and
pressed
it
convulsively
.
All
at
once
,
carried
away
by
its
frightful
overcharge
,
the
Nautilus
sank
like
a
bullet
under
the
waters
,
that
is
to
say
,
it
fell
as
if
it
was
in
a
vacuum
.
Then
all
the
electric
force
was
put
on
the
pumps
,
that
soon
began
to
let
the
water
out
of
the
reservoirs
.
After
some
minutes
,
our
fall
was
stopped
.
Soon
,
too
,
the
manometer
indicated
an
ascending
movement
.
The
screw
,
going
at
full
speed
,
made
the
iron
hull
tremble
to
its
very
bolts
and
drew
us
towards
the
north
.
But
if
this
floating
under
the
iceberg
is
to
last
another
day
before
we
reach
the
open
sea
,
I
shall
be
dead
first
.
Half
stretched
upon
a
divan
in
the
library
,
I
was
suffocating
.
My
face
was
purple
,
my
lips
blue
,
my
faculties
suspended
.
I
neither
saw
nor
heard
.
All
notion
of
time
had
gone
from
my
mind
.
My
muscles
could
not
contract
.
I
do
not
know
how
many
hours
passed
thus
,
but
I
was
conscious
of
the
agony
that
was
coming
over
me
.
I
felt
as
if
I
was
going
to
die
.
Suddenly
I
came
to
.
Some
breaths
of
air
penetrated
my
lungs
.
Had
we
risen
to
the
surface
of
the
waves
?
Were
we
free
of
the
iceberg
?
No
!
Ned
and
Conseil
,
my
two
brave
friends
,
were
sacrificing
themselves
to
save
me
.
Some
particles
of
air
still
remained
at
the
bottom
of
one
apparatus
.
Instead
of
using
it
,
they
had
kept
it
for
me
,
and
,
while
they
were
being
suffocated
,
they
gave
me
life
,
drop
by
drop
.
I
wanted
to
push
back
the
thing
;
they
held
my
hands
,
and
for
some
moments
I
breathed
freely
.
I
looked
at
the
clock
;
it
was
eleven
in
the
morning
.
It
ought
to
be
the
28th
of
March
.
The
Nautilus
went
at
a
frightful
pace
,
forty
miles
an
hour
.
It
literally
tore
through
the
water
.
Where
was
Captain
Nemo
?
Had
he
succumbed
?
Were
his
companions
dead
with
him
?
At
the
moment
the
manometer
indicated
that
we
were
not
more
than
twenty
feet
from
the
surface
.
A
mere
plate
of
ice
separated
us
from
the
atmosphere
.
Could
we
not
break
it
?
Perhaps
.
In
any
case
the
Nautilus
was
going
to
attempt
it
.
I
felt
that
it
was
in
an
oblique
position
,
lowering
the
stern
,
and
raising
the
bows
.
The
introduction
of
water
had
been
the
means
of
disturbing
its
equilibrium
.
Then
,
impelled
by
its
powerful
screw
,
it
attacked
the
ice-field
from
beneath
like
a
formidable
battering-ram
.
It
broke
it
by
backing
and
then
rushing
forward
against
the
field
,
which
gradually
gave
way
;
and
at
last
,
dashing
suddenly
against
it
,
shot
forwards
on
the
ice-field
,
that
crushed
beneath
its
weight
.
The
panel
was
opened
--
one
might
say
torn
off
--
and
the
pure
air
came
in
in
abundance
to
all
parts
of
the
Nautilus
.
