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And
as
for
the
liquors
which
accompanied
this
indigestible
repast
!
The
shouts
,
the
vociferations
that
resounded
through
the
bars
and
taverns
decorated
with
glasses
,
tankards
,
and
bottles
of
marvelous
shape
,
mortars
for
pounding
sugar
,
and
bundles
of
straws
!
"
Mint-julep
"
roars
one
of
the
barmen
;
"
Claret
sangaree
!
"
shouts
another
;
"
Cocktail
!
"
"
Brandy-smash
!
"
"
Real
mint-julep
in
the
new
style
!
"
All
these
cries
intermingled
produced
a
bewildering
and
deafening
hubbub
.
But
on
this
day
,
1st
of
December
,
such
sounds
were
rare
.
No
one
thought
of
eating
or
drinking
,
and
at
four
P.
M.
there
were
vast
numbers
of
spectators
who
had
not
even
taken
their
customary
lunch
!
And
,
a
still
more
significant
fact
,
even
the
national
passion
for
play
seemed
quelled
for
the
time
under
the
general
excitement
of
the
hour
.
Up
till
nightfall
,
a
dull
,
noiseless
agitation
,
such
as
precedes
great
catastrophes
,
ran
through
the
anxious
multitude
.
An
indescribable
uneasiness
pervaded
all
minds
,
an
indefinable
sensation
which
oppressed
the
heart
.
Every
one
wished
it
was
over
.
However
,
about
seven
o'clock
,
the
heavy
silence
was
dissipated
.
The
moon
rose
above
the
horizon
.
Millions
of
hurrahs
hailed
her
appearance
.
She
was
punctual
to
the
rendezvous
,
and
shouts
of
welcome
greeted
her
on
all
sides
,
as
her
pale
beams
shone
gracefully
in
the
clear
heavens
.
At
this
moment
the
three
intrepid
travelers
appeared
.
This
was
the
signal
for
renewed
cries
of
still
greater
intensity
.
Instantly
the
vast
assemblage
,
as
with
one
accord
,
struck
up
the
national
hymn
of
the
United
States
,
and
"
Yankee
Doodle
,
"
sung
by
five
million
of
hearty
throats
,
rose
like
a
roaring
tempest
to
the
farthest
limits
of
the
atmosphere
.
Then
a
profound
silence
reigned
throughout
the
crowd
.
The
Frenchman
and
the
two
Americans
had
by
this
time
entered
the
enclosure
reserved
in
the
center
of
the
multitude
.
They
were
accompanied
by
the
members
of
the
Gun
Club
,
and
by
deputations
sent
from
all
the
European
Observatories
.
Barbicane
,
cool
and
collected
,
was
giving
his
final
directions
.
Nicholl
,
with
compressed
lips
,
his
arms
crossed
behind
his
back
,
walked
with
a
firm
and
measured
step
.
Michel
Ardan
,
always
easy
,
dressed
in
thorough
traveler
's
costume
,
leathern
gaiters
on
his
legs
,
pouch
by
his
side
,
in
loose
velvet
suit
,
cigar
in
mouth
,
was
full
of
inexhaustible
gayety
,
laughing
,
joking
,
playing
pranks
with
J.
T.
Maston
.
In
one
word
,
he
was
the
thorough
"
Frenchman
"
(
and
worse
,
a
"
Parisian
"
)
to
the
last
moment
.
Ten
o'clock
struck
!
The
moment
had
arrived
for
taking
their
places
in
the
projectile
!
The
necessary
operations
for
the
descent
,
and
the
subsequent
removal
of
the
cranes
and
scaffolding
that
inclined
over
the
mouth
of
the
Columbiad
,
required
a
certain
period
of
time
.
Barbicane
had
regulated
his
chronometer
to
the
tenth
part
of
a
second
by
that
of
Murchison
the
engineer
,
who
was
charged
with
the
duty
of
firing
the
gun
by
means
of
an
electric
spark
.
Thus
the
travelers
enclosed
within
the
projectile
were
enabled
to
follow
with
their
eyes
the
impassive
needle
which
marked
the
precise
moment
of
their
departure
.
The
moment
had
arrived
for
saying
"
good-by
!
"
The
scene
was
a
touching
one
.
Despite
his
feverish
gayety
,
even
Michel
Ardan
was
touched
.
J.
T.
Maston
had
found
in
his
own
dry
eyes
one
ancient
tear
,
which
he
had
doubtless
reserved
for
the
occasion
.
He
dropped
it
on
the
forehead
of
his
dear
president
.
