made observation very difficult. The commander of the Susquehanna and
her officers might have made a mistake in all good faith; one argument
however, was in their favour, namely, that if the projectile had fallen
on the earth, its place of meeting with the terrestrial globe could only
take place on this 27° north lat., and (taking into consideration the
time that had elapsed, and the rotary motion of the earth) between the
forty-first and the forty-second degree of west longitude. In any case,
it was decided in the Gun Club that Blomsberry brothers, Bilsby, and
Major Elphinstone should go straight to San Francisco, and consult as to
the means of raising the projectile from the depths of the ocean.
These devoted men set off at once; and the railroad, which will soon
cross the whole of central America, took them as far as St. Louis, where
the swift mail-coaches awaited them. Almost at the same moment in which
the Secretary of Marine, the Vice-President of the Gun Club, and the
Sub-Director of the Observatory received the despatch from San Francisco,
the Honourable J. T. Maston was undergoing the greatest excitement he
had ever experienced in his life, an excitement which even the bursting
of his pet gun, which had more than once nearly cost him his life, had
not caused him. We may remember that the Secretary of the Gun Club had
started soon after the projectile (and almost as quickly) for the station
in Long's Peak, in the Rocky Mountains, J. Belfast, Director of the
Cambridge Observatory, accompanying him. Arrived there, the two friends
had installed themselves at once, never quitting the summit of their
enormous telescope. We know that this gigantic instrument had been set up
according to the reflecting system, called by the English "front view."
This arrangement subjected all objects to but one reflection, making
the view consequently much clearer; the result was that, when they were
taking observations, J. T. Maston and Belfast were placed in the upper
part of the instrument and not in the lower, which they reached by a
circular staircase, a masterpiece of lightness, while below them opened
a metal well terminated by the metallic mirror, which measured 280 feet
in depth.
It was on a narrow platform placed above the telescope that the two
savants passed their existence, execrating the day which hid the moon
from their eyes, and the clouds which obstinately veiled her during the
night.
What, then, was their delight when, after some days of waiting, on the
night of the 5th of December, they saw the vehicle which was bearing their
friends into space! To this delight succeeded a great deception, when,
trusting to a cursory observation, they launched their first telegram
to the world, erroneously affirming that the projectile had become a
satellite of the moon, gravitating in an immutable orbit.
From that moment it had never shown itself to their eyes--a disappearance
all the more easily explained, as it was then passing behind the moon's
invisible disc; but when it was time for it to reappear on the visible
disc, one may imagine the impatience of the fuming J. T. Maston and his
not less impatient companion. Each minute of the night they thought they
saw the projectile once more, and they did not see it. Hence constant
discussions and violent disputes between them, Belfast affirming that
the projectile could not be seen, J. T. Maston maintaining that "it had
put his eyes out."
"It is the projectile!" repeated J. T. Maston.
"No," answered Belfast; "it is an avalanche detached from a lunar
mountain."
"Well, we shall see it to-morrow."
"No, we shall not see it any more. It is carried into space."
"Yes!"
"No!"
And at these moments, when contradictions rained like hail, the well-known
irritability of the Secretary of the Gun Club constituted a permanent
danger for the Honorable Belfast. The existence of these two together
would soon have become impossible; but an unforeseen event cut short
their everlasting discussions.
During the night, from the 14th to the 15th of December, the two
irreconcilable friends were busy observing the lunar disc, J. T. Maston
abusing the learned Belfast as usual, who was by his side; the Secretary
of the Gun Club maintaining for the thousandth time that he had just seen
the projectile, and adding that he could see Michel Ardan's face looking
through one of the scuttles, at the same time enforcing his argument by
a series of gestures which his formidable hook rendered very unpleasant.
At this moment Belfast's servant appeared on the platform (it was
ten at night) and gave him a despatch. It was the commander of the
"Susquehanna's" telegram.
Belfast tore the envelope and read, and uttered a cry.
"What!" said J. T. Maston.
Illustration: THE UNFORTUNATE MAN HAD DISAPPEARED.
"The projectile!"
"Well!"
"Has fallen to the earth!"
Another cry, this time a perfect howl, answered him. He turned towards J.
T. Maston. The unfortunate man, imprudently leaning over the metal tube,
had disappeared in the immense telescope. A fall of 280 feet! Belfast,
dismayed, rushed to the orifice of the reflector.
He breathed. J. T. Maston, caught by his metal hook was holding on by
one of the rings which bound the telescope together, uttering fearful
cries.
Belfast called. Help was brought, tackle was let down, and they hoisted
up, not without some trouble, the imprudent Secretary of the Gun Club.
He reappeared at the upper orifice without hurt.
"Ah!" said he, "if I had broken the mirror?"
"You would have paid for it," replied Belfast severely.
"And that cursed projectile has fallen?" asked J. T. Maston.
"Into the Pacific!"
"Let us go!"
A quarter of an hour after the two savants were descending the declivity
of the Rocky Mountains; and two days after, at the same time as their
friends of the Gun Club, they arrived at San Francisco, having killed
five horses on the road.
Elphinstone, the brothers Blomsberry, and Bilsby rushed towards them on
their arrival.
"What shall we do?" they exclaimed.
"Fish up the projectile," replied J. T. Maston, "and the sooner the
better."
CHAPTER XXII.
RECOVERED FROM THE SEA.
The spot where the projectile sank under the waves was exactly known;
but machinery to grasp it and bring it to the surface of the ocean was
still wanting. It must first be invented, then made. American engineers
could not be troubled with such trifles. The grappling-irons once fixed,
by their help they were sure to raise it in spite of its weight, which
was lessened by the density of the liquid in which it was plunged.
But fishing-up the projectile was not the only thing to be thought of.
They must act promptly in the interest of the travellers. No one doubted
that they were still living.
"Yes," repeated J. T. Maston incessantly, whose confidence gained over
everybody, "our friends are clever people, and they cannot have fallen
like simpletons. They are alive, quite alive; but we must make haste if
we wish to find them so. Food and water do not trouble me; they have
enough for a long while. But air, air, that is what they will soon want;
so quick, quick!"
And they did go quick. They fitted up the Susquehanna for her new
destination. Her powerful machinery was brought to bear upon the
hauling-chains. The aluminium projectile only weighed 19,250 lbs., a
weight very inferior to that of the transatlantic cable which had been
drawn up under similar conditions. The only difficulty was in fishing-up
a cylindro-conical projectile, the walls of which were so smooth as to
offer no hold for the hooks. On that account Engineer Murchison hastened
to San Francisco, and had some enormous grappling-irons fixed on an
automatic system, which would never let the projectile go if it once
succeeded in seizing it in its powerful claws. Diving-dresses were also
prepared, which through this impervious covering allowed the divers to
observe the bottom of the sea. He also had put on board an apparatus
of compressed air very cleverly designed. There were perfect chambers
pierced with scuttles, which, with water let into certain compartments,
could draw it down into great depths. These apparatuses were at San
Francisco, where they had been used in the construction of a submarine
breakwater; and very fortunately it was so, for there was no time to
construct any. But in spite of the perfection of the machinery, in spite
of the ingenuity of the savants entrusted with the use of them, the
success of the operation was far from being certain. How great were the
chances against them, the projectile being 20,000 feet under the water!
And if even it was brought to the surface, how would the travellers
have borne the terrible shock which 20,000 feet of water had perhaps
not sufficiently broken? At any rate they must act quickly. J. T. Maston
hurried the workmen day and night. He was ready to don the diving-dress
himself, or try the air apparatus, in order to reconnoitre the situation
of his courageous friends.
But in spite of all diligence displayed in preparing the different
engines, in spite of the considerable sum placed at the disposal of
the Gun Club by the Government of the Union, five long days (five
centuries!) elapsed before the preparations were complete. During this
time public opinion was excited to the highest pitch. Telegrams were
exchanged incessantly throughout the entire world by means of wires and
electric cables. The saving of Barbicane, Nicholl, and Michel Ardan was
an international affair. Every one who had subscribed to the Gun Club
was directly interested in the welfare of the travellers.
At length the hauling-chains, the air-chambers, and the automatic
grappling-irons were put on board. J. T. Maston, Engineer Murchison, and
the delegates of the Gun Club, were already in their cabins. They had
but to start, which they did on the 21st of December, at eight o'clock
at night, the corvette meeting with a beautiful sea, a north-easterly
wind, and rather sharp cold. The whole population of San Francisco was
gathered on the quay, greatly excited but silent, reserving their hurrahs
for the return. Steam was fully up, and the screw of the Susquehanna
carried them briskly out of the bay.
It is needless to relate the conversations on board between the officers,
sailors, and passengers. All these men had but one thought. All these
hearts beat under the same emotion. Whilst they were hastening to help
them, what were Barbicane and his companions doing? What had become
of them? Were they able to attempt any bold maneuver to regain their
liberty? None could say. The truth is that every attempt must have
failed! Immersed nearly four miles under the ocean, this metal prison
defied every effort of its prisoners.
On the 23rd inst., at eight in the morning, after a rapid passage, the
Susquehanna was due at the fatal spot. They must wait till twelve to
take the reckoning exactly. The buoy to which the sounding line had been
lashed had not yet been recognized.
At twelve, Captain Blomsberry, assisted by his officers who superintended
the observations, took the reckoning in the presence of the delegates of
the Gun Club. Then there was a moment of anxiety. Her position decided,
the Susquehanna was found to be some minutes to westward of the spot
where the projectile had disappeared beneath the waves.
The ship's course was then changed so as to reach this exact point.
At forty-seven minutes past twelve they reached the buoy, it was in
perfect condition, and must have shifted but little.
"At last!" exclaimed J. T. Maston.
"Shall we begin?" asked Captain Blomsberry.
"Without losing a second."
Illustration: THE DESCENT BEGAN.
Every precaution was taken to keep the corvette almost completely
motionless. Before trying to seize the projectile, Engineer Murchison
wanted to find its exact position at the bottom of the ocean. The
submarine apparatus destined for this expedition was supplied with air.
The working of these engines was not without danger, for at 20,000 feet
below the surface of the water, and under such great pressure, they were
exposed to fracture, the consequences of which would be dreadful.
J. T. Maston, the Brothers Blomsberry, and Engineer Murchison, without
heeding these dangers, took their places in the air-chamber. The
commander, posted on his bridge, superintended the operation, ready to
stop or haul in the chains on the slightest signal. The screw had been
shipped, and the whole power of the machinery collected on the capstan
would have quickly drawn the apparatus on board. The descent began at
twenty-five minutes past one at night, and the chamber, drawn under by
the reservoirs full of water, disappeared from the surface of the ocean.
The emotion of the officers and sailors on board was now divided between
the prisoners in the projectile and the prisoners in the submarine
apparatus. As to the latter, they forgot themselves, and, glued to the
windows of the scuttles, attentively watched the liquid mass through
which they were passing.
The descent was rapid. At seventeen minutes past two, J. T. Maston
and his companions had reached the bottom of the Pacific; but they saw
nothing but an arid desert, no longer animated by either fauna or flora.
By the light of their lamps, furnished with powerful reflectors, they
could see the dark beds of the ocean for a considerable extent of view,
but the projectile was nowhere to be seen.
The impatience of these bold divers cannot be described, and having an
electrical communication with the corvette, they made a signal already
agreed upon, and for the space of a mile the Susquehanna moved their
chamber along some yards above the bottom.
Thus they explored the whole submarine plain, deceived at every turn by
optical illusions which almost broke their hearts. Here a rock, there a
projection from the ground, seemed to be the much-sought-for projectile;
but their mistake was soon discovered, and then they were in despair.
"But where are they? where are they?" cried J. T. Maston. And the poor
man called loudly upon Nicholl, Barbicane, and Michel Ardan, as if his
unfortunate friends could either hear or answer him through such an
impenetrable medium! The search continued under these conditions until
the vitiated air compelled the divers to ascend.
The hauling in began about six in the evening, and was not ended before
midnight.
"To-morrow," said J. T. Maston, as he set foot on the bridge of the
corvette.
"Yes," answered Captain Blomsberry.
"And on another spot?"
"Yes."
J. T. Maston did not doubt of their final success, but his companions,
no longer upheld by the excitement of the first hours, understood all
the difficulty of the enterprise. What seemed easy at San Francisco,
seemed here in the wide ocean almost impossible. The chances of success
diminished in rapid proportion; and it was from chance alone that the
meeting with the projectile might be expected.
The next day, the 24th, in spite of the fatigue of the previous day, the
operation was renewed. The corvette advanced some minutes to westward,
and the apparatus, provided with air, bore the same explorers to the
depths of the ocean.
The whole day passed in fruitless research; the bed of the sea was a
desert. The 25th brought no other result, nor the 26th.
It was disheartening. They thought of those unfortunates shut up in
the projectile for twenty-six days. Perhaps at that moment they were
experiencing the first approach of suffocation; that is, if they had
escaped the dangers of their fall. The air was spent, and doubtless with
the air all their -morale-.
"The air, possibly," answered J. T. Maston resolutely, "but their -morale-
never!"
On the 28th, after two more days of search, all hope was gone. This
projectile was but an atom in the immensity of the ocean. They must give
up all idea of finding it.
But J. T. Maston would not hear of going away. He would not abandon the
place without at least discovering the tomb of his friends. But Commander
Blomsberry could no longer persist, and in spite of the exclamations of
the worthy Secretary, was obliged to give the order to sail.
On the 29th of December, at nine a.m., the "Susquehanna," heading N.E.,
resumed her course to the bay of San Francisco.
It was ten in the morning; the corvette was under half steam, as if
regretting to leave the spot where the catastrophe had taken place, when
a sailor, perched on the maintop gallant crosstrees, watching the sea,
cried suddenly,--
"A buoy on the lee bow!"
The officers looked in the direction indicated, and by the help of
their glasses saw that the object signalled had the appearance of one
of those buoys which are used to mark the passages of bays or rivers.
But, singularly to say, a flag floating on the wind surmounted its cone,
which emerged five or six feet out of water. This buoy shone under the
rays of the sun as if it had been made of plates of silver. Commander
Blomsberry, J. T. Maston, and the delegates of the Gun Club were mounted
on the bridge, examining this object straying at random on
the waves.
All looked with feverish anxiety, but in silence. None dared give
expression to the thoughts which came to the minds of all.
The corvette approached to within two cables' lengths of the object.
A shudder ran through the whole crew. That flag was the American flag!
At this moment a perfect howling was heard; it was the brave J. T. Maston
who had just fallen all in a heap. Forgetting on the one hand that his
right arm had been replaced by an iron hook, and on the other that a
simple gutta-percha cap covered his brain-box, he had given himself a
formidable blow.
They hurried towards him, picked him up, restored him to life. And what
were his first words?
"Ah! trebly brutes! quadruply idiots! quintuply boobies that we are!"
"What is it?" exclaimed every one around him.
"What is it?"
"Come, speak!"
"It is, simpletons," howled the terrible Secretary, "it is that the
projectile only weighs 19,250 lbs.!"
"Well?"
"And that it displaces twenty-eight tons, or in other words 56,000 lbs.,
and that consequently -it floats!-"
Ah! what stress the worthy man laid on the verb "float!" And it was
true! All, yes! all these savants had forgotten this fundamental law,
namely, that on account of its specific lightness, the projectile, after
having been drawn by its fall to the greatest depths of the ocean, must
naturally return to the surface. And now it was floating quietly at the
mercy of the waves.
The boats were put to sea. J. T. Maston and his friends had rushed into
them! Excitement was at its height! Every heart beat loudly whilst they
advanced to the projectile. What did it contain? Living or dead? Living,
yes! living, at least unless death had struck Barbicane and his two
friends since they had hoisted the flag. Profound silence reigned on
the boats. All were breathless. Eyes no longer saw. One of the scuttles
of the projectile was open. Some pieces of glass remained in the frame,
showing that it had been broken. This scuttle was actually five feet
above the water.
A boat came alongside, that of J. T. Maston, and J. T. Maston rushed to
the broken window.
At that moment they heard a clear and merry voice, the voice of Michel
Ardan, exclaiming in an accent of triumph,--
"White all, Barbicane, white all!"
Barbicane, Michel Ardan, and Nicholl were playing at dominoes!
Illustration: WHITE ALL BARBICANE.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE END
We may remember the intense sympathy which had accompanied the travellers
on their departure. If at the beginning of the enterprise they had excited
such emotion both in the old and new world, with what enthusiasm would
they be received on their return! The millions of spectators which had
beset the peninsula of Florida, would they not rush to meet these sublime
adventurers? Those legions of strangers, hurrying from all parts of the
globe towards the American shores, would they leave the Union without
having seen Barbicane, Nicholl, and Michel Ardan? No! and the ardent
passion of the public was bound to respond worthily to the greatness of
the enterprise. Human creatures who had left the terrestrial sphere, and
returned after this strange voyage into celestial space, could not fail
to be received as the prophet Elias would be if he came back to earth. To
see them first, and then to hear them, such was the universal longing.
Barbicane, Michel Ardan, Nicholl, and the delegates of the Gun Club,
returning without delay to Baltimore, were received with indescribable
enthusiasm. The notes of President Barbicane's voyage were ready to be
given to the public. The -New York Herald- bought the manuscript at a
price not yet known, but which must have been very high. Indeed, during
the publication of "A Journey to the Moon," the sale of this paper
amounted to five millions of copies. Three days after the return of
the travellers to the earth, the slightest detail of their expedition
was known. There remained nothing more but to see the heroes of this
superhuman enterprise.
The expedition of Barbicane and his friends round the moon had enabled
them to correct the many admitted theories regarding the terrestrial
satellite. These savants had observed -de visu-, and under particular
circumstances. They knew what systems should be rejected, what retained
with regard to the formation of that orb, its origin, its habitability.
Its past, present, and future had even given up their last secrets. Who
could advance objections against conscientious observers, who at less
than twenty-four miles distance had marked that curious mountain of
Tycho, the strangest system of lunar orography? How answer those savants
whose sight had penetrated the abyss of Pluto's circle? How contradict
those bold ones whom the chances of their enterprise had borne over that
invisible face of the disc, which no human eye until then had ever seen?
It was now their turn to impose some limit on that Selenographic science,
which had reconstructed the lunar world as Cuvier did the skeleton of a
fossil, and say, "The moon -was- this, a habitable world, inhabited before
the earth! The moon -is- that, a world uninhabitable, and now uninhabited."
To celebrate the return of its most illustrious member and his two
companions, the Gun Club decided upon giving a banquet, but a banquet
worthy of the conquerors, worthy of the American people, and under such
conditions that all the inhabitants of the Union could directly take part
in it.
All the head lines of railroads in the State were joined by flying rails;
and on all the platforms, lined with the same flags, and decorated with
the same ornaments, were tables laid and all served alike. At certain
hours, successively calculated, marked by electric clocks which beat
the seconds at the same time, the population were invited to take their
place at the banquet tables. For four days, from the 5th to the 9th of
January, the trains were stopped as they are on Sundays on the railways
of the United States, and every road was open. One engine only at full
speed, drawing a triumphal carriage, had the right of travelling for
those four days on the railroads of the United States. The engine was
manned by a driver and a stoker, and bore, by special favour, the Hon.
J. T. Maston, Secretary of the Gun Club. The carriage was reserved for
President Barbicane, Colonel Nicholl, and Michel Ardan. At the whistle
of the driver, amid the hurrahs, and all the admiring vociferations
of the American language, the train left the platform of Baltimore. It
travelled at a speed of 160 miles in the hour. But what was this speed
compared with that which had carried the three heroes from the mouth of
the Columbiad?
Thus they sped from one town to the other, finding whole populations
at table on their road, saluting them with the same acclamations,
lavishing the same bravos! They travelled in this way through the east
of the Union, Pennsylvania, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Vermont, Maine,
and New Hampshire; the north and the west by New York, Ohio, Michigan,
and Wisconsin; returning to the south by Illinois, Missouri, Arkansas,
Texas, and Louisiana; they went to the southeast by Alabama and Florida,
going up by Georgia and the Carolinas, visiting the centre by Tennessee,
Kentucky, Virginia, and Indiana, and, after quitting the Washington
station, re-entered Baltimore, where for four days one would have thought
that the United States of America were seated at one immense banquet,
saluting them simultaneously with the same hurrahs! The apotheosis was
worthy of these three heroes whom fable would have placed in the rank of
demigods.
And now will this attempt, unprecedented in the annals of travels, lead
to any practical result? Will direct communication with the moon ever be
established? Will they ever lay the foundation of a travelling service
through the solar world? Will they go from one planet to another, from
Jupiter to Mercury, and after awhile from one star to another, from the
Polar to Sirius? Will this means of locomotion allow us to visit those
suns which swarm in the firmament?
To such questions no answer can be given. But knowing the bold ingenuity
of the Anglo-Saxon race, no one would be astonished if the Americans seek
to make some use of President Barbicane's attempt.
Illustration: THE APOTHEOSIS WAS WORTHY OF THE THREE HEROES.
Thus, some time after the return of the travellers, the public received
with marked favour the announcement of a company, limited, with a capital
of a hundred million of dollars, divided into a hundred thousand shares
of a thousand dollars each, under the name of the "-National Company
of Interstellary Communication.-" President Barbicane; Vice-president,
Captain Nicholl; Secretary, J. T. Maston; Director of Movements, Michel
Ardan.
And as it is part of the American temperament to foresee everything in
business, even failure, the Honourable Harry Trolloppe, judge commissioner,
and Francis Drayton, magistrate, were nominated beforehand!
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Transcriber's note:
Minor inconsistencies in the spelling of character names have been
regularized.
The spelling of the names of historical scientists "Bœer and Moedler"
have been regularized to be consistent as possible with the author's
inconsistent spelling, which today are spelled variously but perhaps
most commonly "Beer and Moedler".
Obvious minor typesetting errors have been silently corrected.
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