The Mysterious Island Trilogy: Dropped from the Clouds, Abandoned & The Secret of the Island (Complete Edition). Жюль Верн

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СКАЧАТЬ had closed in, and the temperature, which had modified when the wind shifted to the northwest, again became extremely cold. Also, the sea having destroyed the partitions which Pencroft had put up in certain places in the passages, the Chimneys, on account of the draughts, had become scarcely habitable. The engineer’s condition would, therefore, have been bad enough, if his companions had not carefully covered him with their coats and waistcoats.

      Supper, this evening, was of course composed of the inevitable lithodomes, of which Herbert and Neb picked up a plentiful supply on the beach. However, to these molluscs, the lad added some edible sea-weed, which he gathered on high rocks, whose sides were only washed by the sea at the time of high tides. This sea-weed, which belongs to the order of Fucacae, of the genus Sargassum, produces, when dry, a gelatinous matter, rich and nutritious. The reporter and his companions, after having eaten a quantity of lithodomes, sucked the sargassum, of which the taste was very tolerable. It is used in parts of the East very considerably by the natives. “Never mind!” said the sailor, “the captain will help us soon.” Meanwhile the cold became very severe, and unhappily they had no means of defending themselves from it.

      The sailor, extremely vexed, tried in all sorts of ways to procure fire. Neb helped him in this work. He found some dry moss, and by striking together two pebbles he obtained some sparks, but the moss, not being inflammable enough, did not take fire, for the sparks were really only incandescent, and not at all of the same consistency as those which are emitted from flint when struck in the same manner. The experiment, therefore, did not succeed.

      Pencroft, although he had no confidence in the proceeding, then tried rubbing two pieces of dry wood together, as savages do. Certainly, the movement which he and Neb exhibited, if it had been transformed into heat, according to the new theory, would have been enough to heat the boiler of a steamer! It came to nothing. The bits of wood became hot, to be sure, but much less so than the operators themselves.

      After working an hour, Pencroft, who was in a complete state of perspiration, threw down the pieces of wood in disgust.

      “I can never be made to believe that savages light their fires in this way, let them say what they will,” he exclaimed. “I could sooner light my arms by rubbing them against each other!”

      The sailor was wrong to despise the proceeding. Savages often kindle wood by means of rapid rubbing. But every sort of wood does not answer for the purpose, and besides, there is “the knack,” following the usual expression, and it is probable that Pencroft had not “the knack.”

      Pencroft’s ill humor did not last long. Herbert had taken the bits of wood which he had turned down, and was exerting himself to rub them. The hardy sailor could not restrain a burst of laughter on seeing the efforts of the lad to succeed where he had failed.

      “Rub, my boy, rub!” said he.

      “I am rubbing,” replied Herbert, laughing, “but I don’t pretend to do anything else but warm myself instead of shivering, and soon I shall be as hot as you are, my good Pencroft!”

      This soon happened. However, they were obliged to give up, for this night at least, the attempt to procure fire. Gideon Spilett repeated, for the twentieth time, that Cyrus Harding would not have been troubled for so small a difficulty. And, in the meantime, he stretched himself in one of the passages on his bed of sand. Herbert, Neb, and Pencroft did the same, while Top slept at his master’s feet.

      Next day, the 28th of March, when the engineer awoke, about eight in the morning, he saw his companions around him watching his sleep, and, as on the day before, his first words were:—

      “Island or continent?” This was his uppermost thought.

      “Well!” replied Pencroft, “we don’t know anything about it, captain!”

      “You don’t know yet?”

      “But we shall know,” rejoined Pencroft, “when you have guided us into the country.”

      “I think I am able to try it,” replied the engineer, who, without much effort, rose and stood upright.

      “That’s capital!” cried the sailor.

      “I feel dreadfully weak,” replied Harding. “Give me something to eat, my friends, and it will soon go off. You have fire, haven’t you?”

      This question was not immediately replied to. But, in a few seconds—

      “Alas! we have no fire,” said Pencroft, “or rather, captain, we have it no longer!”

      And the sailor recounted all that had passed the day before. He amused the engineer by the history of the single match, then his abortive attempt to procure fire in the savages’ way.

      “We shall consider,” replied the engineer, “and if we do not find some substance similar to tinder—”

      “Well?” asked the sailor.

      “Well, we will make matches.

      “Chemicals?”

      “Chemicals!”

      “It is not more difficult than that,” cried the reporter, striking the sailor on the shoulder.

      The latter did not think it so simple, but he did not protest. All went out. The weather had become very fine. The sun was rising from the sea’s horizon, and touched with golden spangles the prismatic rugosities of the huge precipice.

      Having thrown a rapid glance around him, the engineer seated himself on a block of stone. Herbert offered him a few handfuls of shell-fish and sargassum, saying,—

      “It is all that we have, Captain Harding.”

      “Thanks, my boy,” replied Harding; “it will do—for this morning at least.”

      He ate the wretched food with appetite, and washed it down with a little fresh water, drawn from the river in an immense shell.

      His companions looked at him without speaking. Then, feeling somewhat refreshed, Cyrus Harding crossed his arms, and said,—

      “So, my friends, you do not know yet whether fate has thrown us on an island, or on a continent?”

      “No, captain,” replied the boy.

      “We shall know to-morrow,” said the engineer; “till then, there is nothing to be done.”

      “Yes,” replied Pencroft.

      “What?”

      “Fire,” said the sailor, who, also, had a fixed idea.

      “We will make it, Pencroft,” replied Harding.

      “While you were carrying me yesterday, did I not see in the west a mountain which commands the country?”

      “Yes,” replied Spilett, “a mountain which must be rather high—”

      “Well,” replied the engineer, “we will climb to the summit to-morrow, and then we shall see if this land is an island or a continent. Till then, I repeat, there is nothing to be done.”

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