The next day,the 22nd of March,at six in the morning,preparations for departure were begun.The last gleams of twilight were melting into night.The cold was great,the constellations shone with wonderful intensity.
In the zenith glittered that wondrous Southern Cross--the polar bear of Antarctic regions.The thermometer showed 120below zero,and when the wind freshened it was most biting.
Flakes of ice increased on the open water.The sea seemed everywhere alike.Numerous blackish patches spread on the surface,showing the formation of fresh ice.Evidently the southern basin,frozen during the six winter months,was absolutely inaccessible.
What became of the whales in that time?Doubtless they went beneath the icebergs,seeking more practicable seas.
As to the seals and morses,accustomed to live in a hard climate,they remained on these icy shores.These creatures have the instinct to break holes in the ice-field and to keep them open.
To these holes they come for breath;when the birds,driven away by the cold,have emigrated to the north,these sea mammals remain sole masters of the polar continent.
But the reservoirs were filling with water,and the Nautilus was slowly descending.At 1,000feet deep it stopped;its screw beat the waves,and it advanced straight towards the north at a speed of fifteen miles an hour.Towards night it was already floating under the immense body of the iceberg.
At three in the morning Iwas awakened by a violent shock.
Isat up in my bed and listened in the darkness,when Iwas thrown into the middle of the room.
The Nautilus,after having struck,had rebounded violently.
Igroped along the partition,and by the staircase to the saloon,which was lit by the luminous ceiling.The furniture was upset.
Fortunately the windows were firmly set,and had held fast.
The pictures on the starboard side,from being no longer vertical,were clinging to the paper,whilst those of the port side were hanging at least a foot from the wall.The Nautilus was lying on its starboard side perfectly motionless.
Iheard footsteps,and a confusion of voices;but Captain Nemo did not appear.As Iwas leaving the saloon,Ned Land and Conseil entered.
"What is the matter?"said I,at once.
"Icame to ask you,sir,"replied Conseil.
"Confound it!"exclaimed the Canadian,"Iknow well enough!
The Nautilus has struck;and,judging by the way she lies,Ido not think she will right herself as she did the first time in Torres Straits.""But,"Iasked,"has she at least come to the surface of the sea?""We do not know,"said Conseil.
"It is easy to decide,"Ianswered.Iconsulted the manometer.
To my great surprise,it showed a depth of more than 180fathoms.
"What does that mean?"Iexclaimed.
"We must ask Captain Nemo,"said Conseil.
"But where shall we find him?"said Ned Land.
"Follow me,"said I,to my companions.
We left the saloon.There was no one in the library.
At the centre staircase,by the berths of the ship's crew,there was no one.Ithought that Captain Nemo must be in the pilot's cage.
It was best to wait.We all returned to the saloon.For twenty minutes we remained thus,trying to hear the slightest noise which might be made on board the Nautilus,when Captain Nemo entered.
He seemed not to see us;his face,generally so impassive,showed signs of uneasiness.He watched the compass silently,then the manometer;and,going to the planisphere,placed his finger on a spot representing the southern seas.
Iwould not interrupt him;but,some minutes later,when he turned towards me,Isaid,using one of his own expressions in the Torres Straits:
"An incident,Captain?"
"No,sir;an accident this time."
"Serious?"
"Perhaps."
"Is the danger immediate?"
"No."
"The Nautilus has stranded?"
"Yes."
"And this has happened--how?"
"From a caprice of nature,not from the ignorance of man.
Not a mistake has been made in the working.But we cannot prevent equilibrium from producing its effects.We may brave human laws,but we cannot resist natural ones."Captain Nemo had chosen a strange moment for uttering this philosophical reflection.On the whole,his answer helped me little.
"May Iask,sir,the cause of this accident?""An enormous block of ice,a whole mountain,has turned over,"he replied.
"When icebergs are undermined at their base by warmer water or reiterated shocks their centre of gravity rises,and the whole thing turns over.
This is what has happened;one of these blocks,as it fell,struck the Nautilus,then,gliding under its hull,raised it with irresistible force,bringing it into beds which are not so thick,where it is lying on its side.""But can we not get the Nautilus off by emptying its reservoirs,that it might regain its equilibrium?""That,sir,is being done at this moment.You can hear the pump working.
Look at the needle of the manometer;it shows that the Nautilus is rising,but the block of ice is floating with it;and,until some obstacle stops its ascending motion,our position cannot be altered."Indeed,the Nautilus still held the same position to starboard;doubtless it would right itself when the block stopped.
But at this moment who knows if we may not be frightfully crushed between the two glassy surfaces?Ireflected on all the consequences of our position.Captain Nemo never took his eyes off the manometer.Since the fall of the iceberg,the Nautilus had risen about a hundred and fifty feet,but it still made the same angle with the perpendicular.
Suddenly a slight movement was felt in the hold.