VERNANIA: The Celebrated Works of Jules Verne in One Edition. Жюль Верн

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      “Perfectly.”

      “Come, then, tell us the meaning of these words.”

      The captain examined the document carefully, and said:

      “Well, here’s the date of the occurrence first: 7 Juni means June 7; and if we put that before the figures 62 we have in the other document, it gives us the exact date, 7th of June, 1862.”

      “Capital!” exclaimed Lady Helena. “Go on, John!”

      “On the same line,” resumed the young captain, “there is the syllable GLAS and if we add that to the GOW we found in the English paper, we get the whole word GLASGOW at once. The documents evidently refer to some ship that sailed out of the port of Glasgow.” “That is my opinion, too,” said the Major.

      “The second line is completely effaced,” continued the Captain; “but here are two important words on the third. There is ZWEI, which means TWO, and ATROSEN or MATROSEN, the German for SAILORS.”

      “Then I suppose it is about a captain and two sailors,” said Lady Helena.

      “It seems so,” replied Lord Glenarvan.

      “I must confess, your Lordship, that the next word puzzles me. I can make nothing of it. Perhaps the third document may throw some light on it. The last two words are plain enough. BRINGT IHNEN means BRING THEM; and, if you recollect, in the English paper we had SSISTANCE, so by putting the parts together, it reads thus, I think: ‘BRING THEM ASSISTANCE.’”

      “Yes, that must be it,” replied Lord Glenarvan. “But where are the poor fellows? We have not the slightest indication of the place, meantime, nor of where the catastrophe happened.”

      “Perhaps the French copy will be more explicit,” suggested Lady Helena.

      “Here it is, then,” said Lord Glenarvan, “and that is in a language we all know.”

      The words it contained were these:

      troi ats tannia gonie austral abor contin pr cruel indi jete ongit et 37 degrees 11” LAT

      “There are figures!” exclaimed Lady Helena. “Look!”

      “Let us go steadily to work,” said Lord Glenarvan, “and begin at the beginning. I think we can make out from the incomplete words in the first line that a three-mast vessel is in question, and there is little doubt about the name; we get that from the fragments of the other papers; it is the BRITANNIA. As to the next two words, GONIE and AUSTRAL, it is only AUSTRAL that has any meaning to us.”

      “But that is a valuable scrap of information,” said John Mangles. “The shipwreck occurred in the southern hemisphere.”

      “That’s a wide world,” said the Major.

      “Well, we’ll go on,” resumed Glenarvan. “Here is the word ABOR; that is clearly the root of the verb ABORDER. The poor men have landed somewhere; but where? CONTIN—does that mean continent? CRUEL!”

      “CRUEL!” interrupted John Mangles. “I see now what GRAUS is part of in the second document. It is GRAUSAM, the word in German for CRUEL!”

      “Let’s go on,” said Lord Glenarvan, becoming quite excited over his task, as the incomplete words began to fill up and develop their meaning. “INDI,—is it India where they have been shipwrecked? And what can this word ONGIT be part of? Ah! I see—it is LONGITUDE; and here is the latitude, 37 degrees 11”. That is the precise indication at last, then!”

      “But we haven’t the longitude,” objected McNabbs.

      “But we can’t get everything, my dear Major; and it is something at all events, to have the exact latitude. The French document is decidedly the most complete of the three; but it is plain enough that each is the literal translation of the other, for they all contain exactly the same number of lines. What we have to do now is to put together all the words we have found, and translate them into one language, and try to ascertain their most probable and logical sense.”

      “Well, what language shall we choose?” asked the Major.

      “I think we had better keep to the French, since that was the most complete document of the three.”

      “Your Lordship is right,” said John Mangles, “and besides, we’re all familiar with the language.”

      “Very well, then, I’ll set to work.”

      In a few minutes he had written as follows:

      7 Juin 1862 trois-mats Britannia Glasgow sombre gonie austral a terre deux matelots capitaine Gr abor contin pr cruel indi jete ce document de longitude et 37 degrees 11” de latitude Portez-leur secours perdus.

      [7th of June, 1862 three-mast BRITANNIA Glasgow] foundered gonie southern on the coast two sailors Gr Captain landed contin pr cruel indi thrown this document in longitude and 37 degrees 11” latitude Bring them assistance lost

      Just at that moment one of the sailors came to inform the captain that they were about entering the Firth of Clyde, and to ask what were his orders.

      “What are your Lordship’s intentions?” said John Mangles, addressing Lord Glenarvan.

      “To get to Dunbarton as quickly as possible, John; and Lady Helena will return to Malcolm Castle, while I go on to London and lay this document before the Admiralty.”

      The sailor received orders accordingly, and went out to deliver them to the mate.

      “Now, friends,” said Lord Glenarvan, “let us go on with our investigations, for we are on the track of a great catastrophe, and the lives of several human beings depend on our sagacity. We must give our whole minds to the solution of this enigma.”

      “First of all, there are three very distinct things to be considered in this document—the things we know, the things we may conjecture, the things we do not know.”

      “What are those we know? We know that on the 7th of June a three-mast vessel, the BRITANNIA of Glasgow, foundered; that two sailors and the captain threw this document into the sea in 37 degrees 11” latitude, and they entreat help.”

      “Exactly so,” said the Major.

      “What are those now we may conjecture?” continued Glenarvan. “That the shipwreck occurred in the southern seas; and here I would draw your attention at once to the incomplete word GONIE. Doesn’t the name of the country strike you even in the mere mention of it?”

      “Patagonia!” exclaimed Lady Helena.

      “Undoubtedly.”

      “But is Patagonia crossed by the 37th parallel?” asked the Major.

      “That is easily ascertained,” said the captain, opening a map of South America. “Yes, it is; Patagonia just touches the 37th parallel. It cuts through Araucania, goes along over the Pampas to the north, and loses itself in the Atlantic.”

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