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"
Who
denies
you
this
right
?
Have
I
ever
tried
to
chain
you
with
an
oath
?
"
He
looked
at
me
with
his
arms
crossed
.
"
Sir
,
"
I
said
,
"
to
return
a
second
time
to
this
subject
will
be
neither
to
your
nor
to
my
taste
;
but
,
as
we
have
entered
upon
it
,
let
us
go
through
with
it
.
I
repeat
,
it
is
not
only
myself
whom
it
concerns
.
Study
is
to
me
a
relief
,
a
diversion
,
a
passion
that
could
make
me
forget
everything
.
Like
you
,
I
am
willing
to
live
obscure
,
in
the
frail
hope
of
bequeathing
one
day
,
to
future
time
,
the
result
of
my
labours
.
But
it
is
otherwise
with
Ned
Land
.
Every
man
,
worthy
of
the
name
,
deserves
some
consideration
.
Have
you
thought
that
love
of
liberty
,
hatred
of
slavery
,
can
give
rise
to
schemes
of
revenge
in
a
nature
like
the
Canadian
's
;
that
he
could
think
,
attempt
,
and
try
--
--
"
I
was
silenced
;
Captain
Nemo
rose
.
"
Whatever
Ned
Land
thinks
of
,
attempts
,
or
tries
,
what
does
it
matter
to
me
?
I
did
not
seek
him
!
It
is
not
for
my
pleasure
that
I
keep
him
on
board
!
As
for
you
,
M.
Aronnax
,
you
are
one
of
those
who
can
understand
everything
,
even
silence
.
I
have
nothing
more
to
say
to
you
.
Let
this
first
time
you
have
come
to
treat
of
this
subject
be
the
last
,
for
a
second
time
I
will
not
listen
to
you
.
"
I
retired
.
Our
situation
was
critical
.
I
related
my
conversation
to
my
two
companions
.
"
We
know
now
,
"
said
Ned
,
"
that
we
can
expect
nothing
from
this
man
.
The
Nautilus
is
nearing
Long
Island
.
We
will
escape
,
whatever
the
weather
may
be
.
"
But
the
sky
became
more
and
more
threatening
.
Symptoms
of
a
hurricane
became
manifest
.
The
atmosphere
was
becoming
white
and
misty
.
On
the
horizon
fine
streaks
of
cirrhous
clouds
were
succeeded
by
masses
of
cumuli
.
Other
low
clouds
passed
swiftly
by
.
The
swollen
sea
rose
in
huge
billows
.
The
birds
disappeared
with
the
exception
of
the
petrels
,
those
friends
of
the
storm
.
The
barometer
fell
sensibly
,
and
indicated
an
extreme
extension
of
the
vapours
.
The
mixture
of
the
storm
glass
was
decomposed
under
the
influence
of
the
electricity
that
pervaded
the
atmosphere
.
The
tempest
burst
on
the
18th
of
May
,
just
as
the
Nautilus
was
floating
off
Long
Island
,
some
miles
from
the
port
of
New
York
.
I
can
describe
this
strife
of
the
elements
!
for
,
instead
of
fleeing
to
the
depths
of
the
sea
,
Captain
Nemo
,
by
an
unaccountable
caprice
,
would
brave
it
at
the
surface
.
The
wind
blew
from
the
south-west
at
first
.
Captain
Nemo
,
during
the
squalls
,
had
taken
his
place
on
the
platform
.
He
had
made
himself
fast
,
to
prevent
being
washed
overboard
by
the
monstrous
waves
.
I
had
hoisted
myself
up
,
and
made
myself
fast
also
,
dividing
my
admiration
between
the
tempest
and
this
extraordinary
man
who
was
coping
with
it
.
The
raging
sea
was
swept
by
huge
cloud-drifts
,
which
were
actually
saturated
with
the
waves
.
The
Nautilus
,
sometimes
lying
on
its
side
,
sometimes
standing
up
like
a
mast
,
rolled
and
pitched
terribly
.
About
five
o’clock
a
torrent
of
rain
fell
,
that
lulled
neither
sea
nor
wind
.
The
hurri
cane
blew
nearly
forty
leagues
an
hour
.
It
is
under
these
conditions
that
it
overturns
houses
,
breaks
iron
gates
,
displaces
twenty-four
pounders
.
However
,
the
Nautilus
,
in
the
midst
of
the
tempest
,
confirmed
the
words
of
a
clever
engineer
,
"
There
is
no
well-constructed
hull
that
can
not
defy
the
sea
.
"
This
was
not
a
resisting
rock
;
it
was
a
steel
spindle
,
obedient
and
movable
,
without
rigging
or
masts
,
that
braved
its
fury
with
impunity
.
However
,
I
watched
these
raging
waves
attentively
.
They
measured
fifteen
feet
in
height
,
and
150
to
175
yards
long
,
and
their
speed
of
propagation
was
thirty
feet
per
second
.
Their
bulk
and
power
increased
with
the
depth
of
the
water
.
Such
waves
as
these
,
at
the
Hebrides
,
have
displaced
a
mass
weighing
8,400
lb
.
They
are
they
which
,
in
the
tempest
of
December
23rd
,
1864
,
after
destroying
the
town
of
Yeddo
,
in
Japan
,
broke
the
same
day
on
the
shores
of
America
.
The
intensity
of
the
tempest
increased
with
the
night
.
The
barometer
,
as
in
1860
at
Reunion
during
a
cyclone
,
fell
seven-tenths
at
the
close
of
day
.
I
saw
a
large
vessel
pass
the
horizon
struggling
painfully
.
She
was
trying
to
lie
to
under
half
steam
,
to
keep
up
above
the
waves
.
It
was
probably
one
of
the
steamers
of
the
line
from
New
York
to
Liverpool
,
or
Havre
.
It
soon
disappeared
in
the
gloom
.
At
ten
o’clock
in
the
evening
the
sky
was
on
fire
.
The
atmosphere
was
streaked
with
vivid
lightning
.
I
could
not
bear
the
brightness
of
it
;
while
the
captain
,
looking
at
it
,
seemed
to
envy
the
spirit
of
the
tempest
.
A
terrible
noise
filled
the
air
,
a
complex
noise
,
made
up
of
the
howls
of
the
crushed
waves
,
the
roaring
of
the
wind
,
and
the
claps
of
thunder
.
The
wind
veered
suddenly
to
all
points
of
the
horizon
;
and
the
cyclone
,
rising
in
the
east
,
returned
after
passing
by
the
north
,
west
,
and
south
,
in
the
inverse
course
pursued
by
the
circular
storm
of
the
southern
hemisphere
.
Ah
,
that
Gulf
Stream
!
It
deserves
its
name
of
the
King
of
Tempests
.
It
is
that
which
causes
those
formidable
cyclones
,
by
the
difference
of
temperature
between
its
air
and
its
currents
.
A
shower
of
fire
had
succeeded
the
rain
.
The
drops
of
water
were
changed
to
sharp
spikes
.
One
would
have
thought
that
Captain
Nemo
was
courting
a
death
worthy
of
himself
,
a
death
by
lightning
.
As
the
Nautilus
,
pitching
dreadfully
,
raised
its
steel
spur
in
the
air
,
it
seemed
to
act
as
a
conductor
,
and
I
saw
long
sparks
burst
from
it
.
Crushed
and
without
strength
I
crawled
to
the
panel
,
opened
it
,
and
descended
to
the
saloon
.
The
storm
was
then
at
its
height
.
It
was
impossible
to
stand
upright
in
the
interior
of
the
Nautilus
.
Captain
Nemo
came
down
about
twelve
.
I
heard
the
reservoirs
filling
by
degrees
,
and
the
Nautilus
sank
slowly
beneath
the
waves
.
Through
the
open
windows
in
the
saloon
I
saw
large
fish
terrified
,
passing
like
phantoms
in
the
water
.
Some
were
struck
before
my
eyes
.
The
Nautilus
was
still
descending
.
I
thought
that
at
about
eight
fathoms
deep
we
should
find
a
calm
.
But
no
!
the
upper
beds
were
too
violently
agitated
for
that
.
We
had
to
seek
repose
at
more
than
twenty-five
fathoms
in
the
bowels
of
the
deep
.
But
there
,
what
quiet
,
what
silence
,
what
peace
!
Who
could
have
told
that
such
a
hurricane
had
been
let
loose
on
the
surface
of
that
ocean
?
