首页 >出版文学> A JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH>第7章
  Iwouldhave,asitwere,madehimseeandfeel。Betweenus,wemighthaveconvincedtheobstinateProfessor。Iftheworsthadcometotheworst,wecouldhavecompelledhimtoreturntothesummitofSneffels。
  IquietlyapproachedHans。Icaughthishandinmine。Henevermovedamuscle。Iindicatedtohimtheroadtothetopofthecrater。Heremainedmotionless。Mypantingform,myhaggardcountenance,musthaveindicatedtheextentofmysufferings。TheIcelandergentlyshookhisheadandpointedtomyuncle。
  "Master,"hesaid。
  ThewordisIcelandicaswellasEnglish。
  "Themaster!"Icried,besidemyselfwithfury-"madman!no-I
  tellyouheisnotthemasterofourlives;wemustfly!wemustdraghimwithus!doyouhearme?Doyouunderstandme,Isay?"
  IhavealreadyexplainedthatIheldHansbythearm。Itriedtomakehimrisefromhisseat。Istruggledwithhimandtriedtoforcehimaway。Myunclenowinterposed。
  "MygoodHenry,becalm,"hesaid。"Youwillobtainnothingfrommydevotedfollower;therefore,listentowhatIhavetosay。"
  Ifoldedmyarms,aswellasIcould,andlookedmyunclefullintheface。
  "Thiswretchedwantofwater,"hesaid,"isthesoleobstacletothesuccessofmyproject。Intheentiregallery,madeoflava,schist,andcoal,itistruewefoundnotoneliquidmolecule。Itisquitepossiblethatwemaybemorefortunateinthewesterntunnel。"
  Mysolereplywastoshakemyheadwithanairofdeepincredulity。
  "Listentometotheend,"saidtheProfessorinhiswell-knownlecturingvoice。"Whileyoulayyonderwithoutlifeormotion,I
  undertookareconnoiteringjourneyintotheconformationofthisothergallery。Ihavediscoveredthatitgoesdirectlydownwardsintothebowelsoftheearth,andinafewhourswilltakeustotheoldgraniticformation。Inthisweshallundoubtedlyfindinnumerablesprings。Thenatureoftherockmakesthisamathematicalcertainty,andinstinctagreeswithlogictosaythatitisso。Now,thisistheseriouspropositionwhichIhavetomaketoyou。WhenChristopherColumbusaskedofhismenthreedaystodiscoverthelandofpromise,hismenill,terrified,andhopeless,yetgavehimthreedays-andtheNewWorldwasdiscovered。NowI,theChristopherColumbusofthissubterraneanregion,onlyaskofyouonemoreday。
  If,whenthattimeisexpired,Ihavenotfoundthewaterofwhichweareinsearch,Isweartoyou,Iwillgiveupmymightyenterpriseandreturntotheearth'ssurface。"
  Despitemyirritationanddespair,Iknewhowmuchitcostmyuncletomakethisproposition,andtoholdsuchconciliatorylanguage。Underthecircumstances,whatcouldIdobutyield?
  "Well,"Icried,"letitbeasyouwish,andmayheavenrewardyoursuperhumanenergy。Butas,unlesswediscoverwater,ourhoursarenumbered,letuslosenotime,butgoahead。"
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  ANewRouteOURdescentwasnowresumedbymeansofthesecondgallery。Hanstookuphispostinfrontasusual。WehadnotgonemorethanahundredyardswhentheProfessorcarefullyexaminedthewalls。
  "Thisistheprimitiveformation-weareontherightroad-
  onwardsisourhope!"
  Whenthewholeearthgotcoolinthefirsthoursoftheworld'smorning,thediminutionofthevolumeoftheearthproducedastateofdislocationinitsuppercrust,followedbyruptures,crevassesandfissures。Thepassagewasafissureofthiskind,throughwhich,agesago,hadflowedtheeruptivegranite。Thethousandwindingsandturningsformedaninextricablelabyrinththroughtheancientsoil。
  Aswedescended,successionsoflayerscomposingtheprimitivesoilappearedwiththeutmostfidelityofdetail。Geologicalscienceconsidersthisprimitivesoilasthebaseofthemineralcrust,andithasrecognizedthatitiscomposedofthreedifferentstrataorlayers,allrestingontheimmovablerockknownasgranite。
  Nomineralogistshadevenfoundthemselvesplacedinsuchamarvelouspositiontostudynatureinallherrealandnakedbeauty。
  Thesoundingrod,ameremachine,couldnotbringtothesurfaceoftheearththeobjectsofvalueforthestudyofitsinternalstructure,whichwewereabouttoseewithourowneyes,totouchwithourownhands。
  RememberthatIamwritingthisafterthejourney。
  Acrossthestreakoftherocks,coloredbybeautifulgreentints,woundmetallicthreadsofcopper,ofmanganese,withtracesofplatinumandgold。IcouldnothelpgazingattheserichesburiedintheentrailsofMotherEarth,andofwhichnomanwouldhavetheenjoymenttotheendoftime!Thesetreasures-mightyandinexhaustible,wereburiedinthemorningoftheearth'shistory,atsuchawfuldepths,thatnocrowbarorpickaxwilleverdragthemfromtheirtomb!
  ThelightofourRuhmkorff'scoil,increasedtenfoldbythemyriadofprismaticmassesofrock,sentitsjetsoffireineverydirection,andIcouldfancymyselftravelingthroughahugehollowdiamond,theraysofwhichproducedmyriadsofextraordinaryeffects。
  Towardssixo'clock,thisfestivaloflightbegansensiblyandvisiblytodecrease,andsoonalmostceased。Thesidesofthegalleryassumedacrystallizedtint,withasomberhue;whitemicabegantocomminglemorefreelywithfeldsparandquartz,toformwhatmaybecalledthetruerock-thestonewhichishardaboveall,thatsupports,withoutbeingcrushed,thefourstoriesoftheearth'ssoil。
  Wewerewalledbyanimmenseprisonofgranite!
  Itwasnoweighto'clock,andstilltherewasnosignofwater。
  ThesufferingsIenduredwerehorrible。Myunclenowkeptattheheadofourlittlecolumn。Nothingcouldinducehimtostop。I,meanwhile,hadbutonerealthought。Myearwaskeenlyonthewatchtocatchthesoundofaspring。Butnopleasantsoundoffallingwaterfelluponmylisteningear。
  Butatlastthetimecamewhenmylimbsrefusedtocarrymelonger。IcontendedheroicallyagainsttheterribletorturesI
  endured,becauseIdidnotwishtocompelmyuncletohalt。TohimI
  knewthiswouldbethelastfatalstroke。
  SuddenlyIfeltadeadlyfaintnesscomeoverme。Myeyescouldnolongersee;mykneesshook。Igaveonedespairingcry-andfell!
  "Help,help,Iamdying!
  Myuncleturnedandslowlyretracedhissteps。Helookedatmewithfoldedarms,andthenallowedonesentencetoescape,inhollowaccents,fromhislips:
  "Allisover。"
  ThelastthingIsawwasafacefearfullydistortedwithpainandsorrow;andthenmyeyesclosed。
  WhenIagainopenedthem,Isawmycompanionslyingnearme,motionless,wrappedintheirhugetravelingrugs。Weretheyasleepordead?Formyself,sleepwaswhollyoutofthequestion。Myfaintingfitover,Iwaswakefulasthelark。Isufferedtoomuchforsleeptovisitmyeyelids-themore,thatIthoughtmyselfsickuntodeath-dying。Thelastwordsspokenbymyuncleseemedtobebuzzinginmyears-allisover!Anditwasprobablethathewasright。InthestateofprostrationtowhichIwasreduced,itwasmadnesstothinkofeveragainseeingthelightofday。
  Aboveweremilesuponmilesoftheearth'scrust。AsIthoughtofit,Icouldfancythewholeweightrestingonmyshoulders。Iwascrushed,annihilated!andexhaustedmyselfinvainattemptstoturninmygranitebed。
  Hoursuponhourspassedaway。Aprofoundandterriblesilencereignedaroundus-asilenceofthetomb。Nothingcouldmakeitselfheardthroughthesegiganticwallsofgranite。Theverythoughtwasstupendous。
  Presently,despitemyapathy,despitethekindofdeadlycalmintowhichIwascast,somethingarousedme。Itwasaslightbutpeculiarnoise。WhileIwaswatchingintently,Iobservedthatthetunnelwasbecomingdark。Thengazingthroughthedimlightthatremained,I
  thoughtIsawtheIcelandertakinghisdeparture,lampinhand。
  Whyhadheactedthus?DidHanstheguidemeantoabandonus?Myunclelayfastasleep-ordead。Itriedtocryout,andarousehim。Myvoice,feeblyissuingfrommyparchedandfeveredlips,foundnoechointhatfearfulplace。Mythroatwasdry,mytonguestucktotheroofofmymouth。Theobscurityhadbythistimebecomeintense,andatlasteventhefaintsoundoftheguide'sfootstepswaslostintheblankdistance。Mysoulseemedfilledwithanguish,anddeathappearedwelcome,onlyletitcomequickly。
  "Hansisleavingus,"Icried。"Hans-Hans,ifyouareaman,comeback。"
  Thesewordswerespokentomyself。Theycouldnotbeheardaloud。
  Nevertheless,afterthefirstfewmomentsofterrorwereover,Iwasashamedofmysuspicionsagainstamanwhohithertohadbehavedsoadmirably。Nothinginhisconductorcharacterjustifiedsuspicion。
  Moreover,amoment'sreflectionreassuredme。Hisdeparturecouldnotbeaflight。Insteadofascendingthegallery,hewasgoingdeeperdownintothegulf。Hadhehadanybaddesign,hiswaywouldhavebeenupwards。
  ThisreasoningcalmedmealittleandIbegantohope!
  Thegood,andpeaceful,andimperturbableHanswouldcertainlynothavearisenfromhissleepwithoutsomeseriousandgravemotive。
  Washebentonavoyageofdiscovery?Duringthedeep,stillsilenceofthenighthadheatlastheardthatsweetmurmuraboutwhichwewereallsoanxious?
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  ABitterDisappointmentDURINGalong,long,wearyhour,therecrossedmywildlydeliriousbrainallsortsofreasonsastowhatcouldhavearousedourquietandfaithfulguide。Themostabsurdandridiculousideaspassedthroughmyhead,eachmoreimpossiblethantheother。IbelieveIwaseitherhalforwhollymad。
  Suddenly,however,therearose,asitwerefromthedepthsoftheearth,avoiceofcomfort。Itwasthesoundoffootsteps!Hanswasreturning。
  Presentlytheuncertainlightbegantoshineuponthewallsofthepassage,andthenitcameinviewfardowntheslopingtunnel。AtlengthHanshimselfappeared。
  Heapproachedmyuncle,placedhishanduponhisshoulder,andgentlyawakenedhim。Myuncle,assoonashesawwhoitwas,instantlyarose。
  "Well!"exclaimedtheProfessor。
  "Vatten,"saidthehunter。
  IdidnotknowasinglewordoftheDanishlanguage,andyetbyasortofmysteriousinstinctIunderstoodwhattheguidehadsaid。
  "Water,water!"Icried,inawildandfrantictone,clappingmyhands,andgesticulatinglikeamadman。
  "Water!"murmuredmyuncle,inavoiceofdeepemotionandgratitude。"Hvar?""Where?
  "Nedat。""Below。"
  "Where?below!"Iunderstoodeveryword。Ihadcaughtthehunterbythehands,andIshookthemheartily,whilehelookedonwithperfectcalmness。
  Thepreparationsforourdeparturedidnottakelong,andweweresoonmakingarapiddescentintothetunnel。
  Anhourlaterwehadadvancedathousandyards,anddescendedtwothousandfeet。
  AtthismomentIheardanaccustomedandwell-knownsoundrunningalongthefloorsofthegraniterock-akindofdullandsullenroar,likethatofadistantwaterfall。
  Duringthefirsthalfhourofouradvance,notfindingthediscoveredspring,myfeelingsofintensesufferingappearedtoreturn。OncemoreIbegantoloseallhope。Myuncle,however,observinghowdownheartedIwasagainbecoming,tookuptheconversation。
  "Hanswasright,"heexclaimedenthusiastically;"thatisthedullroaringofatorrent。"
  "Atorrent,"Icried,delightedatevenhearingthewelcomewords。
  "There'snottheslightestdoubtaboutithereplied,"asubterraneanriverisflowingbesideus。"
  Imadenoreply,buthastenedon,oncemoreanimatedbyhope。I
  begannoteventofeelthedeepfatiguewhichhithertohadoverpoweredme。Theverysoundofthisgloriousmurmuringwateralreadyrefreshedme。Wecouldhearitincreasinginvolumeeverymoment。
  Thetorrent,whichforalongtimecouldbeheardflowingoverourheads,nowrandistinctlyalongtheleftwall,roaring,rushing,spluttering,andstillfalling。
  SeveraltimesIpassedmyhandacrosstherockhopingtofindsometraceofhumidity-oftheslightestpercolation。Alas!invain。
  Againahalfhourpassedinthesamewearytoil。Againweadvanced。
  Itnowbecameevidentthatthehunter,duringhisabsence,hadnotbeenabletocarryhisresearchesanyfarther。Guidedbyaninstinctpeculiartothedwellersinmountainregionsandwaterfinders,he"smelt"thelivingspringthroughtherock。Stillhehadnotseenthepreciousliquid。Hehadneitherquenchedhisownthirst,norbroughtusonedropinhisgourd。
  Moreover,wesoonmadethedisastrousdiscoverythat,ifourprogresscontinued,weshouldsoonbemovingawayfromthetorrent,thesoundofwhichgraduallydiminished。Weturnedback。Hanshaltedattheprecisespotwherethesoundofthetorrentappearednearest。
  Icouldbearthesuspenseandsufferingnolonger,andseatedmyselfagainstthewall,behindwhichIcouldhearthewaterseethingandeffervescingnottwofeetaway。Butasolidwallofgranitestillseparatedusfromit!
  Hanslookedkeenlyatme,and,strangeenough,foronceIthoughtIsawasmileonhisimperturbableface。
  Herosefromastoneonwhichbehadbeenseated,andtookupthelamp。Icouldnothelprisingandfollowing。Hemovedslowlyalongthefirmandsolidgranitewall。Iwatchedhimwithmingledcuriosityandeagerness。Presentlyhehaltedandplacedhisearagainstthedrystone,movingslowlyalongandlisteningwiththemostextremecareandattention。Iunderstoodatoncethathewassearchingfortheexactspotwherethetorrent'sroarwasmostplainlyheard。Thispointhesoonfoundinthelateralwallontheleftside,aboutthreefeetabovethelevelofthetunnelfloor。
  Iwasinastateofintenseexcitement。Iscarcelydaredbelievewhattheeider-duckhunterwasabouttodo。Itwas,however,impossibleinamomentmorenottobothunderstandandapplaud,andeventosmotherhiminmyembraces,whenIsawhimraisetheheavycrowbarandcommenceanattackupontherockitself。
  "Saved!"Icried。
  "Yes,"criedmyuncle,evenmoreexcitedanddelightedthanmyself;"Hansisquiteright。Oh,theworthy,excellentman!Weshouldneverhavethoughtofsuchanidea。"
  Andnobodyelse,Ithink,wouldhavedoneso。Suchaprocess,simpleasitseemed,wouldmostcertainlynothaveenteredourheads。Nothingcouldbemoredangerousthantobegintoworkwithpickaxesinthatparticularpartoftheglobe。Supposingwhilehewasatworkabreak-upweretotakeplace,andsupposingthetorrentoncehavinggainedaninchweretotakeanell,andcomepouringbodilythroughthebrokenrock!
  Notoneofthesedangerswaschimerical。Theywereonlytooreal。
  Butatthatmomentnofearoffallinginoftheroof,orevenofinundationwascapableofstoppingus。OurthirstwassointensethattoquenchitwewouldhavedugbelowthebedofoldOceanitself。
  Hanswentquietlytowork-aworkwhichneithermyunclenorIwouldhaveundertakenatanyprice。Ourimpatiencewassogreatthatifwehadoncebegunwithpickaxandcrowbar,therockwouldsoonhavesplitintoahundredfragments。Theguide,onthecontrary,calm,ready,moderate,woreawaythehardrockbylittlesteadyblowsofhisinstrument,makingnoattemptatalargerholethanaboutsixinches。AsIstood,Iheard,orIthoughtIheard,theroarofthetorrentmomentarilyincreasinginloudness,andattimesIalmostfeltthepleasantsensationofwateruponmyparchedlips。
  Attheendofwhatappearedanage,Hanshadmadeaholewhichenabledhiscrowbartoentertwofeetintothesolidrock。Hehadbeenatworkexactlyanhour。Itappearedadozen。Iwasgettingwildwithimpatience。Myunclebegantothinkofusingmoreviolentmeasures。Ihadthegreatestdifficultyincheckinghim。Hehadindeedjustgotholdofhiscrowbarwhenaloudandwelcomehisswasheard。
  Thenastream,orratherjet,ofwaterburstthroughthewallandcameoutwithsuchforceastohittheoppositeside!
  Hans,theguide,whowashalfupsetbytheshock,wasscarcelyabletokeepdownacryofpainandgrief。Iunderstoodhismeaningwhen,plungingmyhandsintothesparklingjet,Imyselfgaveawildandfranticcry。Thewaterwasscaldinghot!
  "Boiling,"Icried,inbitterdisappointment。
  "Well,nevermind,"saidmyuncle,"itwillsoongetcool。"
  Thetunnelbegantobefilledbycloudsofvapor,whileasmallstreamranawayintotheinterioroftheearth。Inashorttimewehadsomesufficientlycooltodrink。Weswalloweditinhugemouthfuls。
  Oh!whatexalteddelight-whatrichandincomparableluxury!Whatwasthiswater,whencediditcome?Touswhatwasthat?Thesimplefactwas-itwaswater;and,thoughstillwithatingleofwarmthaboutit,itbroughtbacktotheheart,thatlifewhich,butforit,mustsurelyhavefadedaway。Idrankgreedily,almostwithouttastingit。
  When,however,Ihadalmostquenchedmyravenousthirst,Imadeadiscovery。
  "Why,itischalybeatewater!"
  "Amostexcellentstomachic,"repliedmyuncle,"andhighlymineralized。HereisajourneyworthtwentytoSpa。"
  "It'sverygood,"Ireplied。
  "Ishouldthinkso。Waterfoundsixmilesunderground。Thereisapeculiarlyinkyflavoraboutit,whichisbynomeansdisagreeable。
  Hansmaycongratulatehimselfonhavingmadeararediscovery。Whatdoyousay,nephew,accordingtotheusualcustomoftravelers,tonamethestreamafterhim?"
  "Good,"saidI。Andthenameof"Hansbach""HansBrook"wasatonceagreedupon。
  Hanswasnotabitmoreproudafterhearingourdeterminationthanhewasbefore。Afterhavingtakenaverysmallmodicumofthewelcomerefreshment,hehadseatedhimselfinacornerwithhisusualimperturbablegravity。
  "Now,"saidI,"itisnotworthwhilelettingthiswaterruntowaste。"
  "Whatistheuse,"repliedmyuncle,"thesourcefromwhichthisriverrisesisinexhaustible。"
  "Nevermind,"Icontinued,"letusfillourgoatskinandgourds,andthentrytostoptheopeningup。"
  Myadvice,aftersomehesitation,wasfollowedorattemptedtobefollowed。Hanspickedupallthebrokenpiecesofgranitehehadknockedout,andusingsometowhehappenedtohaveabouthim,triedtoshutupthefissurehehadmadeinthewall。Allhedidwastoscaldhishands。Thepressurewastoogreat,andallourattemptswereutterfailures。
  "Itisevident,"Iremarked,"thattheuppersurfaceofthesespringsissituatedataverygreatheightabove-aswemayfairlyinferfromthegreatpressureofthejet。"
  "Thatisbynomeansdoubtful,"repliedmyuncle,"ifthiscolumnofwaterisaboutthirty-twothousandfeethigh,theatmosphericpressuremustbesomethingenormous。Butanewideahasjuststruckme。"
  "Andwhatisthat?"
  "Whybeatsomuchtroubletoclosethisaperture?"
  "Because-"
  Ihesitatedandstammered,havingnorealreason。
  "Whenourwaterbottlesareempty,wearenotatallsurethatweshallbeabletofillthem,"observedmyuncle。
  "Ithinkthatisveryprobable。"
  "Well,then,letthiswaterrun。Itwill,ofcourse,naturallyfollowinourtrack,andwillservetoguideandrefreshus。"
  "Ithinktheideaagoodone,"Icriedinreply,"andwiththisrivuletasacompanion,thereisnofurtherreasonwhyweshouldnotsucceedinourmarvelousproject。"
  "Ah,myboy,"saidtheProfessor,laughing,"afterall,youarecominground。"
  "Morethanthat,Iamnowconfidentofultimatesuccess。
  "Onemoment,nephewmine。Letusbeginbytakingsomehoursofrepose。"
  Ihadutterlyforgottenthatitwasnight。Thechronometer,however,informedmeofthefact。Soonweweresufficientlyrestoredandrefreshed,andhadallfallenintoaprofoundsleep。
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  UndertheOceanBYthenextdaywehadnearlyforgottenourpastsufferings。ThefirstsensationIexperiencedwassurpriseatnotbeingthirsty,andI
  actuallyaskedmyselfthereason。Therunningstream,whichflowedinripplingwaveletsatmyfeet,wasthesatisfactoryreply。
  Webreakfastedwithagoodappetite,andthendrankourfilloftheexcellentwater。Ifeltmyselfquiteanewman,readytogoanywheremyunclechosetolead。Ibegantothink。Whyshouldnotamanasseriouslyconvincedasmyuncle,succeed,withsoexcellentaguideasworthyHans,andsodevotedanephewasmyself?Thesewerethebrilliantideaswhichnowinvadedmybrain。HadthepropositionnowbeenmadetogobacktothesummitofMountSneffels,Ishouldhavedeclinedtheofferinamostindignantmanner。
  Butfortunatelytherewasnoquestionofgoingup。Wewereabouttodescendfartherintotheinterioroftheearth。
  "Letusbemoving,"Icried,awakeningtheechoesoftheoldworld。
  WeresumedourmarchonThursdayateighto'clockinthemorning。
  Thegreatgranitetunnel,asitwentroundbysinuousandwindingways,presentedeverynowandthensharpturns,andinfactalltheappearanceofalabyrinth。Itsdirection,however,wasingeneraltowardsthesouthwest。Myunclemadeseveralpausesinordertoconsulthiscompass。
  Thegallerynowbegantotrenddownwardsinahorizontaldirection,withabouttwoinchesoffallineveryfurlong。Themurmuringstreamflowedquietlyatourfeet。Icouldnotbutcompareittosomefamiliarspirit,guidingusthroughtheearth,andI
  dabbledmyfingersinitstepidwater,whichsanglikeanaiadasweprogressed。Mygoodhumorbegantoassumeamythologicalcharacter。
  Asformyunclehebegantocomplainofthehorizontalcharacteroftheroad。Hisroute,hefound,begantobeindefinitelyprolonged,insteadof"slidingdownthecelestialray,"accordingtohisexpression。
  Butwehadnochoice;andaslongasourroadledtowardsthecenter-howeverlittleprogresswemade,therewasnoreasontocomplain。
  Moreover,fromtimetotimetheslopesweremuchgreater,thenaiadsangmoreloudly,andwebegantodipdownwardsinearnest。
  Asyet,however,Ifeltnopainfulsensation。Ihadnotgotovertheexcitementofthediscoveryofwater。
  Thatdayandthenextwedidaconsiderableamountofhorizontal,andrelativelyverylittlevertical,traveling。
  OnFridayevening,thetenthofJuly,accordingtoourestimation,weoughttohavebeenthirtyleaguestothesoutheastofReykjavik,andabouttwoleaguesandahalfdeep。Wenowreceivedaratherstartlingsurprise。
  Underourfeetthereopenedahorriblewell。Myunclewassodelightedthatheactuallyclappedhishands-ashesawhowsteepandsharpwasthedescent。
  "Ah,ah!"hecried,inrapturousdelight;"thistakeusalongway。Lookattheprojectionsoftherock。Hah!"heexclaimed,"it'safearfulstaircase!"
  Hans,however,whoinallourtroubleshadnevergivenuptheropes,tookcaresotodisposeofthemastopreventanyaccidents。Ourdescentthenbegan。Idarenotcallitaperilousdescent,forIwasalreadytoofamiliarwiththatsortofworktolookuponitasanythingbutaveryordinaryaffair。
  Thiswellwasakindofnarrowopeninginthemassivegraniteofthekindknownasafissure。Thecontractionoftheterrestrialscaffolding,whenitsuddenlycooled,hadbeenevidentlythecause。IfithadeverservedinformertimesasakindoffunnelthroughwhichpassedtheeruptivemassesvomitedbySneffels,Iwasatalosstoexplainhowithadleftnomark。Wewere,infact,descendingaspiral,somethinglikethosewindingstaircasesinuseinmodernhouses。
  Wewerecompelledeveryquarterofanhourorthereaboutstositdowninordertorestourlegs。Ourcalvesached。Wethenseatedourselvesonsomeprojectingrockwithourlegshangingover,andgossipedwhileweateamouthful-drinkingstillfromthepleasantlywarmrunningstreamwhichhadnotdesertedus。
  ItisscarcelynecessarytosaythatinthiscuriouslyshapedfissuretheHansbachhadbecomeacascadetothedetrimentofitssize。Itwasstill,however,sufficient,andmore,forourwants。
  Besidesweknewthat,assoonasthedeclivityceasedtobesoabrupt,thestreammustresumeitspeacefulcourse。Atthismomentitremindedmeofmyuncle,hisimpatienceandrage,whilewhenitflowedmorepeacefully,IpicturedtomyselftheplacidityoftheIcelandicguide。
  Duringthewholeoftwodays,thesixthandseventhofJuly,wefollowedtheextraordinaryspiralstaircaseofthefissure,penetratingtwoleaguesfartherintothecrustoftheearth,whichputusfiveleaguesbelowthelevelofthesea。Ontheeighth,however,attwelveo'clockintheday,thefissuresuddenlyassumedamuchmoregentleslopestilltrendinginasoutheastdirection。
  Theroadnowbecamecomparativelyeasy,andatthesametimedreadfullymonotonous。Itwouldhavebeendifficultformatterstohaveturnedoutotherwise。Ourpeculiarjourneyhadnochanceofbeingdiversifiedbylandscapeandscenery。Atallevents,suchwasmyidea。
  Atlength,onWednesdaythefifteenth,wewereactuallysevenleaguestwenty-onemilesbelowthesurfaceoftheearth,andfiftyleaguesdistantfromthemountainofSneffels。Though,ifthetruthbetold,wewereverytired,ourhealthhadresistedallsuffering,andwasinamostsatisfactorystate。Ourtraveler'sboxofmedicamentshadnotevenbeenopened。
  Myunclewascarefultonoteeveryhourtheindicationsofthecompass,ofthemanometer,andofthethermometer,allwhichheafterwardspublishedinhiselaboratephilosophicalandscientificaccountofourremarkablevoyage。Hewasthereforeabletogiveanexactrelationofthesituation。When,therefore,heinformedmethatwewerefiftyleaguesinahorizontaldirectiondistantfromourstartingpoint,Icouldnotsuppressaloudexclamation。
  "Whatisthematternow?"criedmyuncle。
  "Nothingveryimportant,onlyanideahasenteredmyhead,"wasmyreply。
  "Well,outwithit,Myboy。"
  "ItismyopinionthatifyourcalculationsarecorrectwearenolongerunderIceland。"
  "Doyouthinkso?"
  "Wecanveryeasilyfindout,"Ireplied,pullingoutamapandcompasses。
  "Yousee,"Isaid,aftercarefulmeasurement,"thatIamnotmistaken。WearefarbeyondCapePortland;andthosefiftyleaguestothesoutheastwilltakeusintotheopensea。"
  "Undertheopensea,"criedmyuncle,rubbinghishandswithadelightedair。
  "Yes,"Icried,"nodoubtoldOceanflowsoverourheads!"
  "Well,mydearboy,whatcanbemorenatural!DoyounotknowthatintheneighborhoodofNewcastletherearecoalmineswhichhavebeenworkedfaroutunderthesea?"
  Nowmyworthyuncle,theProfessor,nodoubtregardedthisdiscoveryasaverysimplefact,buttometheideawasbynomeansapleasantone。Andyetwhenonecametothinkthematteroverseriously,whatmattereditwhethertheplainsandmountainsofIcelandweresuspendedoverourdevotedheads,orthemightybillowsoftheAtlanticOcean?
  Thewholequestionrestedonthesolidityofthegraniteroofaboveus。However,Isoongotusedtotheidealforthepassagenowlevel,nowrunningdown,andstillalwaystothesoutheast,keptgoingdeeperanddeeperintotheprofoundabyssesofMotherEarth。
  Threedayslater,ontheeighteenthdayofJuly,onaSaturday,wereachedakindofvastgrotto。MyuncleherepaidHanshisusualsix-dollars,anditwasdecidedthatthenextdayshouldbeadayofrest。
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  SundaybelowGroundIAWOKEonSundaymorningwithoutanysenseofhurryandbustleattendantonanimmediatedeparture。Thoughthedaytobedevotedtoreposeandreflectionwasspentundersuchstrangecircumstances,andinsowonderfulaplace,theideawasapleasantone。Besides,weallbegantogetusedtothiskindofexistence。Ihadalmostceasedtothinkofthesun,ofthemoon,ofthestars,ofthetrees,houses,andtowns;infact,aboutanyterrestrialnecessities。Inourpeculiarpositionwewerefarabovesuchreflections。
  Thegrottowasavastandmagnificenthall。Alongitsgraniticsoilthestreamflowedplacidlyandpleasantly。Sogreatadistancewasitnowfromitsfierysourcethatitswaterwasscarcelylukewarm,andcouldbedrunkwithoutdelayordifficulty。
  Afterafrugalbreakfast,theProfessormadeuphismindtodevotesomehourstoputtinghisnotesandcalculationsinorder。
  "Inthefirstplace,"hesaid,"Ihaveagoodmanytoverifyandprove,inorderthatwemayknowourexactposition。Iwishtobeableonourreturntotheupperregionstomakeamapofourjourney,akindofverticalsectionoftheglobe,whichwillbe,asitwere,theprofileoftheexpedition。"
  "Thatwouldindeedbeacuriouswork,Uncle;butcanyoumakeyourobservationswithanythinglikecertaintyandprecision?"
  "Ican。Ihaveneveronanyoccasionfailedtonotewithgreatcaretheanglesandslopes。Iamcertainastohavingmadenomistake。
  Takethecompassandexaminehowshepoints。"
  Ilookedattheinstrumentwithcare。
  "Eastonequartersoutheast。"
  "Verygood,"resumedtheProfessor,notingtheobservation,andgoingthroughsomerapidcalculations。"Imakeoutthatwehavejourneyedtwohundredandfiftymilesfromthepointofourdeparture。"
  "ThenthemightywavesoftheAtlanticarerollingoverourheads?"
  "Certainly。"
  "Andatthisverymomentitispossiblethatfiercetempestsareragingabove,andthatmenandshipsarebattlingagainsttheangryblastsjustoverourheads?"
  "Itisquitewithintherangeofpossibility,"rejoinedmyuncle,smiling。
  "Andthatwhalesareplayinginshoals,thrashingthebottomofthesea,theroofofouradamantineprison?"
  "Bequiteatrestonthatpoint;thereisnodangeroftheirbreakingthrough。Buttoreturntoourcalculations。Wearetothesoutheast,twohundredandfiftymilesfromthebaseofSneffels,and,accordingtomyprecedingnotes,Ithinkwehavegonesixteenleaguesinadownwarddirection。"
  "Sixteenleagues-fiftymiles!"Icried。
  "Iamsureofit。"