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What
a
scene
!
The
unhappy
man
,
seized
by
the
tentacle
and
fixed
to
the
suckers
,
was
balanced
in
the
air
at
the
caprice
of
this
enormous
trunk
.
He
rattled
in
his
throat
,
he
was
stifled
,
he
cried
,
"
Help
!
help
!
"
These
words
,
spoken
in
French
,
startled
me
!
I
had
a
fellow-countryman
on
board
,
perhaps
several
!
That
heart-rending
cry
!
I
shall
hear
it
all
my
life
.
The
unfortunate
man
was
lost
.
Who
could
rescue
him
from
that
powerful
pressure
?
However
,
Captain
Nemo
had
rushed
to
the
poulp
,
and
with
one
blow
of
the
axe
had
cut
through
one
arm
.
His
lieutenant
struggled
furiously
against
other
monsters
that
crept
on
the
flanks
of
the
Nautilus
.
The
crew
fought
with
their
axes
.
The
Canadian
,
Conseil
,
and
I
buried
our
weapons
in
the
fleshy
masses
;
a
strong
smell
of
musk
penetrated
the
atmosphere
.
It
was
horrible
!
For
one
instant
,
I
thought
the
unhappy
man
,
entangled
with
the
poulp
,
would
be
torn
from
its
powerful
suction
.
Seven
of
the
eight
arms
had
been
cut
off
.
One
only
wriggled
in
the
air
,
brandishing
the
victim
like
a
feather
.
But
just
as
Captain
Nemo
and
his
lieutenant
threw
themselves
on
it
,
the
animal
ejected
a
stream
of
black
liquid
.
We
were
blinded
with
it
.
When
the
cloud
dispersed
,
the
cuttlefish
had
disappeared
,
and
my
unfortunate
countryman
with
it
.
Ten
or
twelve
poulps
now
invaded
the
platform
and
sides
of
the
Nautilus
.
We
rolled
pell-mell
into
the
midst
of
this
nest
of
serpents
,
that
wriggled
on
the
platform
in
the
waves
of
blood
and
ink
.
It
seemed
as
though
these
slimy
tentacles
sprang
up
like
the
hydra
's
heads
.
Ned
Land
's
harpoon
,
at
each
stroke
,
was
plunged
into
the
staring
eyes
of
the
cuttle
fish
.
But
my
bold
companion
was
suddenly
overturned
by
the
tentacles
of
a
monster
he
had
not
been
able
to
avoid
.
Ah
!
how
my
heart
beat
with
emotion
and
horror
!
The
formidable
beak
of
a
cuttlefish
was
open
over
Ned
Land
.
The
unhappy
man
would
be
cut
in
two
.
I
rushed
to
his
succour
.
But
Captain
Nemo
was
before
me
;
his
axe
disappeared
between
the
two
enormous
jaws
,
and
,
miraculously
saved
,
the
Canadian
,
rising
,
plunged
his
harpoon
deep
into
the
triple
heart
of
the
poulp
.
"
I
owed
myself
this
revenge
!
"
said
the
Captain
to
the
Canadian
.
Ned
bowed
without
replying
.
The
combat
had
lasted
a
quarter
of
an
hour
.
The
monsters
,
vanquished
and
mutilated
,
left
us
at
last
,
and
disappeared
under
the
waves
.
Captain
Nemo
,
covered
with
blood
,
nearly
exhausted
,
gazed
upon
the
sea
that
had
swallowed
up
one
of
his
companions
,
and
great
tears
gathered
in
his
eyes
.
This
terrible
scene
of
the
20th
of
April
none
of
us
can
ever
forget
.
I
have
written
it
under
the
influence
of
violent
emotion
.
Since
then
I
have
revised
the
recital
;
I
have
read
it
to
Conseil
and
to
the
Canadian
.
They
found
it
exact
as
to
facts
,
but
insufficient
as
to
effect
.
To
paint
such
pictures
,
one
must
have
the
pen
of
the
most
illustrious
of
our
poets
,
the
author
of
The
Toilers
of
the
Deep
.
I
have
said
that
Captain
Nemo
wept
while
watching
the
waves
;
his
grief
was
great
.
It
was
the
second
companion
he
had
lost
since
our
arrival
on
board
,
and
what
a
death
!
That
friend
,
crushed
,
stifled
,
bruised
by
the
dreadful
arms
of
a
poulp
,
pounded
by
his
iron
jaws
,
would
not
rest
with
his
comrades
in
the
peaceful
coral
cemetery
!
In
the
midst
of
the
struggle
,
it
was
the
despairing
cry
uttered
by
the
unfortunate
man
that
had
torn
my
heart
.
The
poor
Frenchman
,
forgetting
his
conventional
language
,
had
taken
to
his
own
mother
tongue
,
to
utter
a
last
appeal
!
Amongst
the
crew
of
the
Nautilus
,
associated
with
the
body
and
soul
of
the
Captain
,
recoiling
like
him
from
all
contact
with
men
,
I
had
a
fellow-countryman
.
Did
he
alone
represent
France
in
this
mysterious
association
,
evidently
composed
of
individuals
of
divers
nationalities
?
It
was
one
of
these
insoluble
problems
that
rose
up
unceasingly
before
my
mind
!
Captain
Nemo
entered
his
room
,
and
I
saw
him
no
more
for
some
time
.
But
that
he
was
sad
and
irresolute
I
could
see
by
the
vessel
,
of
which
he
was
the
soul
,
and
which
received
all
his
impressions
.
The
Nautilus
did
not
keep
on
in
its
settled
course
;
it
floated
about
like
a
corpse
at
the
will
of
the
waves
.
It
went
at
random
.
He
could
not
tear
himself
away
from
the
scene
of
the
last
struggle
,
from
this
sea
that
had
devoured
one
of
his
men
.
Ten
days
passed
thus
.
It
was
not
till
the
1st
of
May
that
the
Nautilus
resumed
its
northerly
course
,
after
having
sighted
the
Bahamas
at
the
mouth
of
the
Bahama
Canal
.
We
were
then
following
the
current
from
the
largest
river
to
the
sea
,
that
has
its
banks
,
its
fish
,
and
its
proper
temperatures
.
I
mean
the
Gulf
Stream
.
It
is
really
a
river
,
that
flows
freely
to
the
middle
of
the
Atlantic
,
and
whose
waters
do
not
mix
with
the
ocean
waters
.
It
is
a
salt
river
,
salter
than
the
surrounding
sea
.
Its
mean
depth
is
1,500
fathoms
,
its
mean
breadth
ten
miles
.
In
certain
places
the
current
flows
with
the
speed
of
two
miles
and
a
half
an
hour
.
The
body
of
its
waters
is
more
considerable
than
that
of
all
the
rivers
in
the
globe
.
It
was
on
this
ocean
river
that
the
Nautilus
then
sailed
.
