20,000 Leagues Under the Seas, The Mysterious Island & Around the World in 80 Days (Illustrated Edition). Жюль Верн

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      THE SAME DAY, I reported to Conseil and Ned Land that part of the foregoing conversation directly concerning them. When I told them we would be lying in Mediterranean waters within two days, Conseil clapped his hands, but the Canadian shrugged his shoulders.

      “An underwater tunnel!” he exclaimed. “A connection between two seas! Who ever heard of such malarkey!”

      “Ned my friend,” Conseil replied, “had you ever heard of the Nautilus? No, yet here it is! So don’t shrug your shoulders so blithely, and don’t discount something with the feeble excuse that you’ve never heard of it.”

      “We’ll soon see!” Ned Land shot back, shaking his head. “After all, I’d like nothing better than to believe in your captain’s little passageway, and may Heaven grant it really does take us to the Mediterranean.”

      The same evening, at latitude 21 degrees 30’ north, the Nautilus was afloat on the surface of the sea and drawing nearer to the Arab coast. I spotted Jidda, an important financial center for Egypt, Syria, Turkey, and the East Indies. I could distinguish with reasonable clarity the overall effect of its buildings, the ships made fast along its wharves, and those bigger vessels whose draft of water required them to drop anchor at the port’s offshore mooring. The sun, fairly low on the horizon, struck full force on the houses in this town, accenting their whiteness. Outside the city limits, some wood or reed huts indicated the quarter where the bedouins lived.

      Soon Jidda faded into the shadows of evening, and the Nautilus went back beneath the mildly phosphorescent waters.

      The next day, February 10, several ships appeared, running on our opposite tack. The Nautilus resumed its underwater navigating; but at the moment of our noon sights, the sea was deserted and the ship rose again to its waterline.

      With Ned and Conseil, I went to sit on the platform. The coast to the east looked like a slightly blurred mass in a damp fog.

      Leaning against the sides of the skiff, we were chatting of one thing and another, when Ned Land stretched his hand toward a point in the water, saying to me:

      “See anything out there, professor?”

      “No, Ned,” I replied, “but you know I don’t have your eyes.”

      “Take a good look,” Ned went on. “There, ahead to starboard, almost level with the beacon! Don’t you see a mass that seems to be moving around?”

      “Right,” I said after observing carefully, “I can make out something like a long, blackish object on the surface of the water.”

      “A second Nautilus?” Conseil said.

      “No,” the Canadian replied, “unless I’m badly mistaken, that’s some marine animal.”

      “Are there whales in the Red Sea?” Conseil asked.

      “Yes, my boy,” I replied, “they’re sometimes found here.”

      “That’s no whale,” continued Ned Land, whose eyes never strayed from the object they had sighted. “We’re old chums, whales and I, and I couldn’t mistake their little ways.”

      “Let’s wait and see,” Conseil said. “The Nautilus is heading that direction, and we’ll soon know what we’re in for.”

      In fact, that blackish object was soon only a mile away from us. It looked like a huge reef stranded in midocean. What was it? I still couldn’t make up my mind.

      “Oh, it’s moving off! It’s diving!” Ned Land exclaimed. “Damnation! What can that animal be? It doesn’t have a forked tail like baleen whales or sperm whales, and its fins look like sawed-off limbs.”

      “But in that case—” I put in.

      “Good lord,” the Canadian went on, “it’s rolled over on its back, and it’s raising its breasts in the air!”

      “It’s a siren!” Conseil exclaimed. “With all due respect to master, it’s an actual mermaid!”

      That word “siren” put me back on track, and I realized that the animal belonged to the order Sirenia: marine creatures that legends have turned into mermaids, half woman, half fish.

      “No,” I told Conseil, “that’s no mermaid, it’s an unusual creature of which only a few specimens are left in the Red Sea. That’s a dugong.”

      “Order Sirenia, group Pisciforma, subclass Monodelphia, class Mammalia, branch Vertebrata,” Conseil replied.

      And when Conseil has spoken, there’s nothing else to be said.

      Meanwhile Ned Land kept staring. His eyes were gleaming with desire at the sight of that animal. His hands were ready to hurl a harpoon. You would have thought he was waiting for the right moment to jump overboard and attack the creature in its own element.

      “Oh, sir,” he told me in a voice trembling with excitement, “I’ve never killed anything like that!”

      His whole being was concentrated in this last word.

      Just then Captain Nemo appeared on the platform. He spotted the dugong. He understood the Canadian’s frame of mind and addressed him directly:

      “If you held a harpoon, Mr. Land, wouldn’t your hands be itching to put it to work?”

      “Positively, sir.”

      “And just for one day, would it displease you to return to your fisherman’s trade and add this cetacean to the list of those you’ve already hunted down?”

      “It wouldn’t displease me one bit.”

      “All right, you can try your luck!”

      “Thank you, sir,” Ned Land replied, his eyes ablaze.

      “Only,” the captain went on, “I urge you to aim carefully at this animal, in your own personal interest.”

      “Is the dugong dangerous to attack?” I asked, despite the Canadian’s shrug of the shoulders.

      “Yes, sometimes,” the captain replied. “These animals have been known to turn on their assailants and capsize their longboats. But with Mr. Land that danger isn’t to be feared. His eye is sharp, his arm is sure. If I recommend that he aim carefully at this dugong, it’s because the animal is justly regarded as fine game, and I know Mr. Land doesn’t despise a choice morsel.”

      “Aha!” the Canadian put in. “This beast offers the added luxury of being good to eat?”

      “Yes, Mr. Land. Its flesh is actual red meat, highly prized, and set aside throughout Malaysia for the tables of aristocrats. Accordingly, this excellent animal has been hunted so bloodthirstily that, like its manatee relatives, it has become more and more scarce.”

      “In that case, captain,” Conseil said in all seriousness, “on the offchance СКАЧАТЬ