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发信人: champaign (原野), 信区: SFworld
标 题: Under the sea 7
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发信人: Mojun (寻找mili的mickey), 信区: SFworld
标 题: Under the sea 7
发信站: BBS 水木清华站 (Wed Feb 25 15:25:33 1998)
CHAPTER VII.
AN UNKNOWN SPECIES OF WHALE.
THIS unexpected fall so stunned me that I have no clear
recollection of my sensations at the time. I was at first drawn down
to a depth of about twenty feet. I am a good swimmer (though without
pretending to rival Byron or Edgar Poe, who were masters of the
art), and in that plunge I did not lose my presence of mind. Two
vigorous strokes brought me to the surface of the water. My first care
was to look for the frigate. Had the crew seen me disappear? Had the
Abraham Lincoln veered round? Would the captain put out a boat?
Might I hope to be saved?
The darkness was intense. I caught a glimpse of a black mass
disappearing in the east, its beacon lights dying out in the distance.
It was the frigate! I was lost.
"Help, Help!" I shouted, swimming toward the Abraham Lincoln in
desperation.
My clothes encumbered me; they seemed glued to my body, and
paralyzed my movements.
I was sinking! I was suffocating!
"Help!"
This was my last cry. My mouth filled with water; I struggled
against being drawn down the abyss. Suddenly my clothes were seized by
a strong hand, and I felt myself quickly drawn up to the surface of
the sea; and I heard, yes, I heard these words pronounced in my ear:
"If master would be so good as to lean on my shoulder, master
would swim with much greater ease."
I seized with one hand my faithful Conseil's arm.
"Is it you?" said I, "you?"
"Myself," answered Conseil; "and waiting master's orders."
"That shock threw you as well as me into the sea?"
"No; but being in my master's service, I followed him."
The worthy fellow thought that was but natural.
"And the frigate?" I asked.
"The frigate?" replied Conseil, turning on his back; "I think
that master had better not count too much on her."
"You think so?"
"I say that, at the time I threw, myself into the sea, I heard the
men at the wheel say, 'The screw and the rudder are broken.'"
"Broken?"
"Yes, broken by the monster's teeth. It is the only injury the
Abraham Lincoln has sustained. But it is a bad lookout for us- she
no longer answers her helm."
"Then we are lost!"
"Perhaps so," calmly answered Conseil. "However, we have still
several hours before us, and one can do a great deal in some hours."
Conseil's imperturbable coolness set me up again. I swam more
vigorously; but, cramped by my clothes, stuck to me like a leaden
weight, I felt great difficulty in bearing up. Conseil saw this.
"Will master let me make a slit?" said he; and slipping an open
knife under my clothes, he ripped them up from top to bottom very
rapidly. Then he cleverly slipped them off me, while I swam for both
of us.
Then I did the same for Conseil, and we continued to swim near
to each other.
Nevertheless, our situation was no less terrible. Perhaps our
disappearance had not been noticed; and if it had been, the frigate
could not tack, being without its helm. Conseil argued on this
supposition, and laid his plans accordingly. This phlegmatic boy was
perfectly self-possessed. We then decided that, as our only chance
of safety was being picked up by the Abraham Lincoln's boats, we ought
to manage so as to wait for them as long as possible. I resolved
then to husband our strength, so that both should not be exhausted
at the same time; and this is how we managed: while one of us lay on
his back, quite still, with arms crossed, and legs stretched out,
the other would swim and push him on in front. This towing business
did not last more than ten minutes each; and relieving each other
thus, we could swim on for some hours, perhaps till daybreak. Poor
chancel but hope is so firmly rooted in the heart of man Moreover,
there were two of us. Indeed I declare (though it may seem improbable)
if I sought to destroy all hope, if I wished to despair, I could not.
The collision of the frigate with the cetacean had occurred
about eleven o'clock the evening before. I reckoned then we should
have eight hours to swim before sunrise, an operation quite
practicable if we relieved each other. The sea, very calm, was in
our favor. Sometimes I tried to pierce the intense darkness that was
only dispelled by the phosphorescence caused by our movements. I
watched the luminous waves that broke over my hand, whose
mirror-like surface was spotted with silvery rings. One might have
said that we were in a bath of quicksilver.
Near one o'clock in the morning, I was seized with dreadful
fatigue. My limbs stiffened under the strain of violent cramp. Conseil
was obliged to keep me up, and our preservation devolved on him alone.
I heard the poor boy pant; his breathing became short and hurried.
found that he could not keep up much longer.
"Leave me! leave me!" I said to him.
"Leave my master? never!" replied he. "I would drown first."
Just then the moon appeared through the fringes of a thick cloud
that the wind was driving to the east. The surface of the sea
glittered with its rays. This kindly light reanimated us. My head
got better again. I looked at all the points of the horizon. I saw the
frigate! She was five miles from us, and looked like a dark mass,
hardly discernible. But no boats!
I would have cried out. But what good would it have been at such a
distance My swollen lips could utter no sounds. Conseil could
articulate some words, and I heard him repeat at intervals, "Help!
help!"
Our movements were suspended for an instant; we listened. It might
be only a singing in the ear, but it seemed to me as if a cry answered
the cry from Conseil.
"Did you hear?" I murmured.
"Yes! yes!"
And Conseil gave one more despairing call.
This time there was no mistake! A human voice responded to ours!
Was it the voice of another unfortunate creature, abandoned in the
middle of the ocean, some other victim of the shock sustained by the
vessel? Or rather was it a boat from the frigate, that was hailing
us in the darkness?
Conseil made a last effort, and, leaning on my shoulder while I
struck out in a despairing effort, he raised himself half out of the
water, then fell back exhausted.
"What did you see?"
"I saw," murmured he; "I saw- but do not talk- reserve all your
strength!"
What had he seen? Then, I know not why, the thought of the monster
came into my head for the first time! But that voice? The time is past
for Jonahs to take refuge in whales' bellies! However, Conseil was
towing me again. He raised his head sometimes, looked before us, and
uttered a cry of recognition, which was responded to by a voice that
came nearer and nearer. I scarcely heard it. My strength was
exhausted; my fingers stiffened; my hand afforded me support no
longer; my mouth, convulsively opening, filled with salt water. Cold
crept over me. I raised my head for the last time, then I sank.
At this moment a hard body struck me. I clung to it: then I felt
that I was being drawn up, that I was brought to the surface of the
water, that my cheat collapsed: I fainted.
It is certain that I soon came to, thanks to the vigorous rubbings
that I received. I half opened my eyes.
"Conseil!" I murmured.
"Does master call me?" asked Conseil.
Just then, by the waning light of the moon, which was sinking down
to the horizon, I saw a face which was not Conseil's, and which I
immediately recognized.
"Ned!" I cried.
"The same, Sir, who is seeking his prize!" replied the Canadian.
"Were you thrown into the sea by the shock of the frigate?"
"Yes, Professor; but more fortunate than you, I was able to find a
footing almost directly upon a floating island."
"An island?"
"Or, more correctly speaking, on our gigantic narwhal."
"Explain yourself, Ned!"
"Only I soon found out why my harpoon had not entered its skin and
was blunted."
"Why Ned, why?"
"Because, Professor, that beast is made of sheet iron."
The Canadian's last words produced a sudden revolution in my
brain. I wriggled myself quickly to the top of the being, or object,
half out of the water, which served us for a refuge. I kicked it. It
was evidently a hard impenetrable body, and not the soft substance
that forms the bodies of the great marine mammalia. But this hard body
might be a bony carapace, like that of the antediluvian animals; and I
should be free to class this monster among amphibious reptiles, such
as tortoises or alligators.
Well, no! the blackish back that supported me was smooth,
polished, without scales. The blow produced a metallic sound; and
incredible though it may be, it seemed, I might say, as if it was made
of riveted plates.
There was no doubt about it! this monster, this natural phenomenon
that had puzzled the learned world, and overthrown and misled the
imagination of seamen of both hemispheres, was, it must be owned, a
still more astonishing phenomenon, inasmuch as it was a simply human
construction.
We had no time to lose, however. We were lying upon the back of
a sort of submarine boat, which appeared (as far as I could judge)
like a huge fish of steel. Ned Land's mind was made up on this
point. Conseil and I could only agree with him.
Just then a bubbling began at the back of this strange thing
(which was evidently propelled by a screw), and it began to move. We
had only just time to seize hold of the upper part, which rose about
seven feet out of the, water, and happily its speed was not great.
"As long as it sails horizontally," muttered Ned Land, "I do not
mind; but if it takes a fancy to dive, I would not give two straws for
my life."
The Canadian might have said still less. It became really
necessary to communicate with the beings, whatever they were, shut
up inside the machine. I searched all over the outside for an
aperture, a panel, or a manhole, to use a technical expression; but
the lines of the iron rivets, solidly driven into the joints of the
iron plates, were clear and uniform. Besides, the moon disappeared
then, and left us in total darkness.
At last this long night passed. My indistinct remembrance prevents
my describing all the impressions it made. I can only recall one
circumstance. During some lulls of the wind and sea, I fancied I heard
several times vague sounds, a sort of fugitive harmony produced by
distant words of command. What was then the mystery of this
submarine craft, of which the whole world vainly sought an
explanation? What kind of beings existed in this strange boat? What
mechanical agent caused its prodigious speed?
Daybreak appeared. The morning mists surrounded us, but they
soon cleared off. I was about to examine the hull, which formed on
deck a kind of horizontal platform, when I felt it gradually sinking.
"Oh! confound it!" cried Ned Land, kicking the resounding plate;
"open, you inhospitable rascals!"
Happily the sinking movement ceased. Suddenly a noise, like iron
works violently pushed aside, came from the interior of the boat.
One iron plate was moved, a man appeared, uttered an odd cry, and
disappeared immediately.
Some moments after, eight strong men, with masked faces,
appeared noiselessly, and drew us down into their formidable machine.
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我这样爱你到底对不对,
这问题问得我自己好累。
我宁愿流泪,也不愿意后悔
可是我最后注定还是要心碎
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