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The
trousers
were
finished
off
with
thick
boots
,
weighted
with
heavy
leaden
soles
.
The
texture
of
the
waistcoat
was
held
together
by
bands
of
copper
,
which
crossed
the
chest
,
protecting
it
from
the
great
pressure
of
the
water
,
and
leaving
the
lungs
free
to
act
;
the
sleeves
ended
in
gloves
,
which
in
no
way
restrained
the
movement
of
the
hands
.
There
was
a
vast
difference
noticeable
between
these
consummate
apparatuses
and
the
old
cork
breastplates
,
jackets
,
and
other
contrivances
in
vogue
during
the
eighteenth
century
.
Captain
Nemo
and
one
of
his
companions
-LRB-
a
sort
of
Hercules
,
who
must
have
possessed
great
strength
-RRB-
,
Conseil
and
myself
were
soon
enveloped
in
the
dresses
.
There
remained
nothing
more
to
be
done
but
to
enclose
our
heads
in
the
metal
box
.
But
,
before
proceeding
to
this
operation
,
I
asked
the
Captain
's
permission
to
examine
the
guns
.
One
of
the
Nautilus
men
gave
me
a
simple
gun
,
the
butt
end
of
which
,
made
of
steel
,
hollow
in
the
centre
,
was
rather
large
.
It
served
as
a
reservoir
for
compressed
air
,
which
a
valve
,
worked
by
a
spring
,
allowed
to
escape
into
a
metal
tube
.
A
box
of
projectiles
in
a
groove
in
the
thickness
of
the
butt
end
contained
about
twenty
of
these
electric
balls
,
which
,
by
means
of
a
spring
,
were
forced
into
the
barrel
of
the
gun
.
As
soon
as
one
shot
was
fired
,
another
was
ready
.
"
Captain
Nemo
,
"
said
I
,
"
this
arm
is
perfect
,
and
easily
handled
:
I
only
ask
to
be
allowed
to
try
it
.
But
how
shall
we
gain
the
bottom
of
the
sea
?
"
"
At
this
moment
,
Professor
,
the
Nautilus
is
stranded
in
five
fathoms
,
and
we
have
nothing
to
do
but
to
start
.
"
"
But
how
shall
we
get
off
?
"
"
You
shall
see
.
"
Captain
Nemo
thrust
his
head
into
the
helmet
,
Conseil
and
I
did
the
same
,
not
without
hearing
an
ironical
"
Good
sport
!
"
from
the
Canadian
.
The
upper
part
of
our
dress
terminated
in
a
copper
collar
upon
which
was
screwed
the
metal
helmet
.
Three
holes
,
protected
by
thick
glass
,
allowed
us
to
see
in
all
directions
,
by
simply
turning
our
head
in
the
interior
of
the
head-dress
.
As
soon
as
it
was
in
position
,
the
Rouquayrol
apparatus
on
our
backs
began
to
act
;
and
,
for
my
part
,
I
could
breathe
with
ease
.
With
the
Ruhmkorff
lamp
hanging
from
my
belt
,
and
the
gun
in
my
hand
,
I
was
ready
to
set
out
.
But
to
speak
the
truth
,
imprisoned
in
these
heavy
garments
,
and
glued
to
the
deck
by
my
leaden
soles
,
it
was
impossible
for
me
to
take
a
step
.
