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The
Canadian
had
stopped
in
his
work
.
But
one
word
many
times
repeated
,
a
dreadful
word
,
revealed
the
cause
of
the
agitation
spreading
on
board
the
Nautilus
.
It
was
not
we
the
crew
were
looking
after
!
"
The
maelstrom
!
the
maelstrom
!
"
Could
a
more
dreadful
word
in
a
more
dreadful
situation
have
sounded
in
our
ears
!
We
were
then
upon
the
dangerous
coast
of
Norway
.
Was
the
Nautilus
being
drawn
into
this
gulf
at
the
moment
our
boat
was
going
to
leave
its
sides
?
We
knew
that
at
the
tide
the
pent-up
waters
between
the
islands
of
Ferroe
and
Loffoden
rush
with
irresistible
violence
,
forming
a
whirlpool
from
which
no
vessel
ever
escapes
.
From
every
point
of
the
horizon
enormous
waves
were
meeting
,
forming
a
gulf
justly
called
the
"
Navel
of
the
Ocean
,
"
whose
power
of
attraction
extends
to
a
distance
of
twelve
miles
.
There
,
not
only
vessels
,
but
whales
are
sacrificed
,
as
well
as
white
bears
from
the
northern
regions
.
It
is
thither
that
the
Nautilus
,
voluntarily
or
involuntarily
,
had
been
run
by
the
Captain
.
It
was
describing
a
spiral
,
the
circumference
of
which
was
lessening
by
degrees
,
and
the
boat
,
which
was
still
fastened
to
its
side
,
was
carried
along
with
giddy
speed
.
I
felt
that
sickly
giddiness
which
arises
from
long-continued
whirling
round
.
We
were
in
dread
.
Our
horror
was
at
its
height
,
circulation
had
stopped
,
all
nervous
influence
was
annihilated
,
and
we
were
covered
with
cold
sweat
,
like
a
sweat
of
agony
!
And
what
noise
around
our
frail
bark
!
What
roarings
repeated
by
the
echo
miles
away
!
What
an
uproar
was
that
of
the
waters
broken
on
the
sharp
rocks
at
the
bottom
,
where
the
hardest
bodies
are
crushed
,
and
trees
worn
away
,
"
with
all
the
fur
rubbed
off
,
"
according
to
the
Norwegian
phrase
!
What
a
situation
to
be
in
!
We
rocked
frightfully
.
The
Nautilus
defended
itself
like
a
human
being
.
Its
steel
muscles
cracked
.
Sometimes
it
seemed
to
stand
upright
,
and
we
with
it
!
"
We
must
hold
on
,
"
said
Ned
,
"
and
look
after
the
bolts
.
We
may
still
be
saved
if
we
stick
to
the
Nautilus
.
"
He
had
not
finished
the
words
,
when
we
heard
a
crashing
noise
,
the
bolts
gave
way
,
and
the
boat
,
torn
from
its
groove
,
was
hurled
like
a
stone
from
a
sling
into
the
midst
of
the
whirlpool
.
My
head
struck
on
a
piece
of
iron
,
and
with
the
violent
shock
I
lost
all
consciousness
.
Thus
ends
the
voyage
under
the
seas
.
What
passed
during
that
night
--
how
the
boat
escaped
from
the
eddies
of
the
maelstrom
--
how
Ned
Land
,
Conseil
,
and
myself
ever
came
out
of
the
gulf
,
I
can
not
tell
.
