A TRIP TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH

'th opinion on this point strongly to my uncle. He come into that part of the world to he prudent.

rely shook his head. Are we advancing towards^ Such is ray uncle's determination.

some mighty waterfall which shall cast us into the abyss? Probably this mode of descending into the abyss may be agreeable to the Professor^- because it would be something like a vertical descent he is so eager to make, I entertain a very different view. Whatever be the truth, it is certain that not many leagues distant there must be some very extraor- dinary phenomenon, for as we advance the roar becomes more mighty and stupendous. Is it in the water, or in the air^? I cast hasty glaiies aloft at the suspended vapors, and I seelc to penetrate their mighty depths. But the vault aboVe is tranquil. The clouds, which are now elevated to the very summit, appear utterly still and motionless, and completely lost in the irradia- tion of electric light. It is necessary, therefore, to , seek for the cause of this phenomenon elsewhere, I examine the horizon, now perfectly calm, pure and free from all haze. Its aspect still remain^ un- changed. Biit if this awful noise proceeds from a cataract — if, so to speak this vast interior ocean is precipitated into a lower basin — if these tremend- ous roars are produced by the noise of falling waters, the current would increase in activity, and its increasing swiftness would give me some idea of the extent of the peril with which we are men- aced. I consult the current. It simply does not ■ exist : there is no such thing. An empty bottle cast into the water lies to leeward without motion. About four o'clock Hans rises, clambers up the mast and reaches the truck itself. From this ele- vated position his looks are cast around. They take in a vast circumference of the ocean. At last, his eyea remain fixed. His face expresses no astonish- ment, but his eyes slightly dilate. "He has seen something at last," cried my- uncle. "Bui^Jhe' abater spout "I think 30," I replied. "Qp>ser^5 said Hans. Hans came down, stood beside ug and pointed *^5, of*eourse — 3. geyser," replied my uncle, still with his right hand to the south. ' "Ber nere," he leughij^ig, "a geyser like those common in Iceland, said, ..vJets like this are the great wonders of the country." "There," replied my uncle. And seizing his teleC^ At first I would not allow that I had been so scope he looked at it with great attention for^'hout grossly deceived. What could be more ridiculous a minute, which to me appeared an age. I knew not than to have taken an island for a marine monster? what to think or expect. But kick as one may, one must yield to evidence, and "Yes, yes," he cried in a tone of considerable sur- ■- J was finally convinced of my error. It was nothing, prise, "there it is." af^^'.'all, but natural phenomenon. "What?" I asked. As we approached nearer and near "A tremendous spurt of water rising out of the We, accordingly, continue to advance. The nearer we come, the loftier is the spouting water. What monster can fill himself with such huge volumes of water, and then unceasingly spout them out in such lofty jets? At eight o'clock in, the evening, reckoning as above ground, where there is day and night, we are not more than t^vo leagues from the mighty beast. Its long, black, enormous, mountainous body, lies on- the top of the water like an island. But then sailors have been said to have gone ashore on sleeping whales, mistaking them for land. Is it illusion, or is it fear? Its length cannot be less than a thou- sand fathoms. What, then, is this cetaceous mon- ster of which no Cuvier ever thought? It is quite motionless and .presents the appearance of sleep. The sea seems unable to lift him upwards; it ia rather the waves which break on his huge and gigantic frame. The water -spout, rising to a height of five hundred feet, breaks in spray with a dull, sullen roar. We advance,' like senseless lunatics, towards this mighty mass. I honestly confess that I was abjectly afraid. I declared that I would go no further, I threatened in. my terror to cut the sheet of the sail. I attacked the Professor with considerable acrimony, calling him foolhardy, mad, I know not what. He made no answer. Suddenly the imperturbable Hans once more pointed his finger to the menacing object, "Holme!" "An island!" cried my uncle, "An island?" I replied, shrugging my shouldersi at this poor attempt at deception, "Of course it^S' cried my uncle, bursting into a; ioud ami joyous Mugh. alarmed.

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! monster," I cried, already more to the westward, for we i to expect from antediluvian "Then let us £ know what we animals," was my eager reply. "Go ahead," said my uncle, I turned towards Hans. Hans was at the tiller steering with his usual undisturbed calm. Never- theless, if from the distance which separated us from' this creature, a distance which must be esti- mated at no less than a dozen leagues, and this spurting of water proceeded from the pranks of some antediluvian animal, his dimensions muat be the dimen- sions of the liquid sheaf of water became truly grand and stupendous. The island had, at a dis- tance, presented the appearance of an enormous whale, whose head rose high above the waters. The geyser, a word which signifies fury, rose majesti- cally from its summit. Dull detonations -are heard every now and then, and the enormous jet, taken as it were with sudden fury, shakes its plume of vapor, and bounds into the -first layer of the clouds. It is alone. Neither spurts of vapor nor hot springs ■ surround it, and the whole volcanic power of that region is concentrated in one sublime column. .' The rays of electric light mix with this dazzling sheaf, every drop as it falls assuming the prismatic color's of the rainbow. 'Let us go on shore," said the Professor,- after preternatural. To fly is, therefore, the course to be some minutes of silence. It was necessary, however, suggested by ordinary prudence. But we have not to take great precaution, in order to avoid the