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But
during
the
night
of
the
8th
an
enormous
column
of
vapor
escaping
from
the
crater
rose
with
frightful
explosions
to
a
height
of
more
than
three
thousand
feet
.
The
wall
of
Dakkar
Grotto
had
evidently
given
way
under
the
pressure
of
gases
,
and
the
sea
,
rushing
through
the
central
shalt
into
the
igneous
gulf
,
was
at
once
converted
into
vapor
.
But
the
crater
could
not
afford
a
sufficient
outlet
for
this
vapor
.
An
explosion
,
which
might
have
been
heard
at
a
distance
of
a
hundred
miles
,
shook
the
air
.
Fragments
of
mountains
fell
into
the
Pacific
,
and
,
in
a
few
minutes
,
the
ocean
rolled
over
the
spot
where
Lincoln
island
once
stood
.
An
isolated
rock
,
thirty
feet
in
length
,
twenty
in
breadth
,
scarcely
ten
from
the
water
's
edge
,
such
was
the
only
solid
point
which
the
waves
of
the
Pacific
had
not
engulfed
.
It
was
all
that
remained
of
the
structure
of
Granite
House
!
The
wall
had
fallen
headlong
and
been
then
shattered
to
fragments
,
and
a
few
of
the
rocks
of
the
large
room
were
piled
one
above
another
to
form
this
point
.
All
around
had
disappeared
in
the
abyss
;
the
inferior
cone
of
Mount
Franklin
,
rent
asunder
by
the
explosion
;
the
lava
jaws
of
Shark
Gulf
,
the
plateau
of
Prospect
Heights
,
Safety
Islet
,
the
granite
rocks
of
Port
Balloon
,
the
basalts
of
Dakkar
Grotto
,
the
long
Serpentine
Peninsula
,
so
distant
nevertheless
from
the
center
of
the
eruption
.
All
that
could
now
be
seen
of
Lincoln
Island
was
the
narrow
rock
which
now
served
as
a
refuge
to
the
six
colonists
and
their
dog
Top
.
The
animals
had
also
perished
in
the
catastrophe
;
the
birds
,
as
well
as
those
representing
the
fauna
of
the
island
--
all
either
crushed
or
drowned
,
and
the
unfortunate
Jup
himself
had
,
alas
!
found
his
death
in
some
crevice
of
the
soil
.
If
Cyrus
Harding
,
Gideon
Spilett
,
Herbert
,
Pencroft
,
Neb
,
and
Ayrton
had
survived
,
it
was
because
,
assembled
under
their
tent
,
they
had
been
hurled
into
the
sea
at
the
instant
when
the
fragments
of
the
island
rained
down
on
every
side
.
When
they
reached
the
surface
they
could
only
perceive
,
at
half
a
cable
's
length
,
this
mass
of
rocks
,
towards
which
they
swam
and
on
which
they
found
footing
.
On
this
barren
rock
they
had
now
existed
for
nine
days
.
A
few
provisions
taken
from
the
magazine
of
Granite
House
before
the
catastrophe
,
a
little
fresh
water
from
the
rain
which
had
fallen
in
a
hollow
of
the
rock
,
was
all
that
the
unfortunate
colonists
possessed
.
Their
last
hope
,
the
vessel
,
had
been
shattered
to
pieces
.
They
had
no
means
of
quitting
the
reef
;
no
fire
,
nor
any
means
of
obtaining
it
.
It
seemed
that
they
must
inevitably
perish
.
This
day
,
the
18th
of
March
,
there
remained
only
provisions
for
two
days
,
although
they
limited
their
consumption
to
the
bare
necessaries
of
life
.
All
their
science
and
intelligence
could
avail
them
nothing
in
their
present
position
.
They
were
in
the
hand
of
God
.
Cyrus
Harding
was
calm
,
Gideon
Spilett
more
nervous
,
and
Pencroft
,
a
prey
to
sullen
anger
,
walked
to
and
fro
on
the
rock
.
Herbert
did
not
for
a
moment
quit
the
engineer
's
side
,
as
if
demanding
from
him
that
assistance
he
had
no
power
to
give
.
Neb
and
Ayrton
were
resigned
to
their
fate
.
