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The
letter
N
was
no
doubt
the
initial
of
the
name
of
the
enigmatical
person
who
commanded
at
the
bottom
of
the
seas
.
Ned
and
Conseil
did
not
reflect
much
.
They
devoured
the
food
,
and
I
did
likewise
.
I
was
,
besides
,
reassured
as
to
our
fate
;
and
it
seemed
evident
that
our
hosts
would
not
let
us
die
of
want
.
However
,
everything
has
an
end
,
everything
passes
away
,
even
the
hunger
of
people
who
have
not
eaten
for
fifteen
hours
.
Our
appetites
satisfied
,
we
felt
overcome
with
sleep
.
"
Faith
!
I
shall
sleep
well
,
"
said
Conseil
.
"
So
shall
I
,
"
replied
Ned
Land
.
My
two
companions
stretched
themselves
on
the
cabin
carpet
,
and
were
soon
sound
asleep
.
For
my
own
part
,
too
many
thoughts
crowded
my
brain
,
too
many
insoluble
questions
pressed
upon
me
,
too
many
fancies
kept
my
eyes
half
open
.
Where
were
we
?
What
strange
power
carried
us
on
?
I
felt
--
or
rather
fancied
I
felt
--
the
machine
sinking
down
to
the
lowest
beds
of
the
sea
.
Dreadful
nightmares
beset
me
;
I
saw
in
these
mysterious
asylums
a
world
of
unknown
animals
,
amongst
which
this
submarine
boat
seemed
to
be
of
the
same
kind
,
living
,
moving
,
and
formidable
as
they
.
Then
my
brain
grew
calmer
,
my
imagination
wandered
into
vague
unconsciousness
,
and
I
soon
fell
into
a
deep
sleep
.
How
long
we
slept
I
do
not
know
;
but
our
sleep
must
have
lasted
long
,
for
it
rested
us
completely
from
our
fatigues
.
I
woke
first
.
My
companions
had
not
moved
,
and
were
still
stretched
in
their
corner
.
Hardly
roused
from
my
somewhat
hard
couch
,
I
felt
my
brain
freed
,
my
mind
clear
.
I
then
began
an
attentive
examination
of
our
cell
.
Nothing
was
changed
inside
.
The
prison
was
still
a
prison
--
the
prisoners
,
prisoners
.
However
,
the
steward
,
during
our
sleep
,
had
cleared
the
table
.
I
breathed
with
difficulty
.
The
heavy
air
seemed
to
oppress
my
lungs
.
Although
the
cell
was
large
,
we
had
evidently
consumed
a
great
part
of
the
oxygen
that
it
contained
.
Indeed
,
each
man
consumes
,
in
one
hour
,
the
oxygen
contained
in
more
than
176
pints
of
air
,
and
this
air
,
charged
-LRB-
as
then
-RRB-
with
a
nearly
equal
quantity
of
carbonic
acid
,
becomes
unbreathable
.
It
became
necessary
to
renew
the
atmosphere
of
our
prison
,
and
no
doubt
the
whole
in
the
submarine
boat
.
That
gave
rise
to
a
question
in
my
mind
.
How
would
the
commander
of
this
floating
dwelling-place
proceed
?
Would
he
obtain
air
by
chemical
means
,
in
getting
by
heat
the
oxygen
contained
in
chlorate
of
potash
,
and
in
absorbing
carbonic
acid
by
caustic
potash
?
Or
--
a
more
convenient
,
economical
,
and
consequently
more
probable
alternative
--
would
he
be
satisfied
to
rise
and
take
breath
at
the
surface
of
the
water
,
like
a
whale
,
and
so
renew
for
twenty-four
hours
the
atmospheric
provision
?
In
fact
,
I
was
already
obliged
to
increase
my
respirations
to
eke
out
of
this
cell
the
little
oxygen
it
contained
,
when
suddenly
I
was
refreshed
by
a
current
of
pure
air
,
and
perfumed
with
saline
emanations
.
It
was
an
invigorating
sea
breeze
,
charged
with
iodine
.
