 This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne. Part 2, Chapter 15 The next day, the twentieth of October, at seven o'clock in the morning, after a voyage of four days, the Bonaventure gently glided up to the beach at the mouth of the mercy. Cyrus Harding and Nebb, who had become very uneasy at the bad weather and the prolonged absence of their companions, had climbed a daybreak to the plateau of Prospect Heights, and they had at last caught sight of the vessel which had been so long and returning. God be praised! There they are! exclaimed Cyrus Harding. As to Nebb and his joy, he began to dance, to twirl round, clapping his hands and shouting, Oh, my master! a more touching pantomime than the finest discourse. The engineer's first idea on counting the people on the deck of the Bonaventure was that Pencroft had not found the castaway of Table Island, or at any rate, that the unfortunate man had refused to leave his island and change one prison for another. Indeed, Pencroft, Gideon, Spillard and Herbert were alone on the deck of the Bonaventure. The moment the vessel touched, the engineer and Nebb were waiting on the beach, and before the passengers had time to leap on to the sand, Harding said, We have been very uneasy at your delay, my friends. Did you meet with any accident? No, replied Gideon Spillard. On the contrary, everything went wonderfully well. We will tell you all about it. However, returned the engineer, your search has been unsuccessful, since you were only three, just as you went. Excuse me, Captain, replied the sailor. We are four. You have found the castaway? Yes. And you have brought him? Yes. Living? Yes. Where is he? Who is he? He is, replied the reporter, or rather he was a man. There, Cyrus, that is all we can tell you. The engineer was then informed of all that had passed during the voyage and under what conditions the search had been conducted, how the only dwelling in the island had long been abandoned, how it last a castaway had been captured, who appeared no longer to belong to the human species. And that's just the point, added Pencroft. I don't know if we have done right to bring him here. Certainly you have, Pencroft, replied the engineer quickly. But the wretched creature has no sense. That is possible at present, replied Cyrus Harding, but only a few months ago the wretched creature was a man like you and me. And who knows what will become of the survivor of us after a long solitude on this island? It is great misfortune to be alone, my friends, and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason, since you have found this poor creature in such a state. But Captain, asked Herbert, what leads you to think that the brutishness of the unfortunate man began only a few months back? Because the document we found had been recently written, answered the engineer, and the castaway alone can have written it. Always supposing, observed Gideon Spillett, that had not been written by a companion of this man since dead. That is impossible, my dear Spillett. Why so? asked the reporter. Because the document would then have spoken of two castaways, replied Harding, and it mentioned only one. Herbert then, in a few words, related the incidents of the voyage, and dwelt on the curious fact of the sort of passing gleam in the prisoner's mind, when for an instant in the height of the storm he had become a sailor. Well, Herbert, replied the engineer, you are right to attach great importance to this fact. The unfortunate man cannot be incurable, and despair has made him what he is. But here he will find his fellow men, and since there is still a soul in him, this soul we shall save. The castaway of Table Island, to the great pity of the engineer and the great astonishment of Neb, was then brought from the cabin which he occupied in the forepart of the Bonaventure, when once on land he manifested a wish to run away. But Cyrus Harding approaching placed his hand on his shoulder with a gesture full of authority, and looked at him with infinite tenderness. Immediately the unhappy man, submitting to a superior will, gradually became calm, his eyes fell, his head bent, and he made no more resistance. Poor fellow! remembered the engineer. Cyrus Harding had attentively observed him. To judge by his appearance this miserable being had no longer anything human about him, and yet Harding has had the reporter already, observed in his look an indefinable trace of intelligence. It was decided that the castaway, or rather the stranger as he was thenceforth termed by his companions, should live in one of the rooms of granted house, from which, however, he could not escape. He was led there without difficulty, and with careful attention it might perhaps be hoped that some day he would be a companion to the settlers in Lincoln Island. Cyrus Harding, during breakfast, which Nebb had hastened to prepare, as the reporter Herbert and Pencroft were dying of hunger, heard in detail all the incidents which had marked the voyage of exploration to the islet. He agreed with his friends on this point, that the stranger must be either English or American, the name Britannia leading them to suppose this, and besides, through the bushy beard, and under the shaggy matted hair, the engineer thought he could recognize the characteristic features of the Anglo-Saxon. But by the by, Sagittarius spill it, addressing Herbert, you never told us how you met this savage, and we know nothing, except that you would have been strangled if we had not happened to come up in time to help you. Upon my word, answered Herbert, it is rather difficult to say how it happened. I was, I think, occupied in collecting my plants, when I heard a noise like an avalanche falling from a very tall tree. I scarcely had time to look round. This unfortunate man, who was without doubt concealed in a tree, rushed upon me in less time than I take to tell you about it, and unless Mr. Spillard and Pencroft— My boy, said Cyrus Harding, you ran a great danger, but perhaps without that the poor creature would have still hidden himself from your search, and we should not have had a new companion. You hoped then, Cyrus, to succeed in reforming the man? asked the reporter. Yes, replied the engineer. Breakfast over, Harding and his companions left Granite House and returned to the beach. They there occupied themselves in unloading the bonaventure, and the engineer, having examined the arms and tools, saw nothing which could help them to establish the identity of the stranger. The capture of pigs made on the islet was looked upon as being very profitable to Lincoln Island, and the animals were led to the sty, where they soon became at home. The two barrels, containing the powder and shot, as well as the box of caps, were very welcome. It was agreed to establish a small powder magazine, either outside Granite House or in the upper cavern, where there would be no fear of explosion. The use of peroxyl was to be continued, for this substance giving excellent results there was no reason for substituting ordinary powder. When the unloading of the vessel was finished. Captain, said Pencroft, I think it would be prudent to put our bonaventure in a safe place. Is she not safe at the mouth of the mercy? asked Cyrus Harding. No, Captain, replied the sailor. Half of the time she stranded on the sand, and that works her. She is a famous craft, you see, and she behaved admirably during the squall which struck us on our return. Could she not float in the river? No doubt, Captain, she could. But there is no shelter there, and in the east winds I think that the bonaventure would suffer much from the surf. Well, where would you put her, Pencroft? In Port Balloon, replied the sailor. That little creek, shut in by rocks, seemed to me to be just the harbor we want. Is it not rather far? Poo! It is not more than three miles from Granite House, and we have a fine straight road to take us there. Do it then, Pencroft, and take your bonaventure there, replied the engineer, and yet I would rather have her under our more immediate protection. When we have time we must make a little harbor for her. Famous, exclaimed Pencroft, a harbor with a lighthouse, a pier, and a dock. Really, with you, Captain, everything becomes easy. Yes, my brave Pencroft, answered the engineer, but on condition, however, that you help me, for you do as much as three men in all our work. Herbert and the sailor then re-embarked on board the bonaventure. The anchor was weighed, the sail hoisted, and the wind drove her rapidly towards Claw Cape. Two hours after she was imposing on the tranquil waters of Port Balloon. During the first days, passed by the stranger in Granite House, had he already given them reason to think that his savage nature was becoming tamed? Did a brighter light burn in the depths of that obscured mind? In short, was the soul returning to the body? Yes, to a certainty, and to such a degree that Cyrus Harding and the reporter wondered if the reason of the unfortunate man had ever been totally extinguished. At first, accustomed to the open air, to the unrestrained liberty which he had enjoyed on Table Island, the stranger manifested a sullen fury, and it was feared that he might throw himself onto the beach out of one of the windows of Granite House. But gradually he became calmer, and more freedom was allowed to his movements. They had reason to hope, and to hope much. Already, forgetting his carnivorous instincts, the stranger accepted a less bestial nourishment than that on which he fed on the islet, and cooked meat to not produce in him the same sentiment of repulsion which he had showed on board the bonaventure. Cyrus Harding had profited by a moment when he was sleeping, to cut his hair and matted beard, which formed a sort of mane and gave him such a savage aspect. He had also been clothed more suitably, after having got rid of the rag which covered him. The result was that, thanks to these attentions, the stranger resumed a more human appearance, and it even seemed as if his eyes had become milder. Certainly, when formally lighted up by intelligence, this man's face must have had a sort of beauty. Every day, Harding imposed on himself the task of passing some hours in his company. He came and worked near him, and occupied himself in different things, so as to fix his attention. A spark indeed would be sufficient to realumen that soul, a recollection crossing that brain to recall reason. That had been seen during the storm on board the bonaventure. The engineer did not neglect either to speak aloud, so as to penetrate at the same time by the organs of hearing and sight the depths of that torpid intelligence. Sometimes one of his companions, sometimes another, sometimes all joined him. They spoke most often of things belonging to the navy, which must interest a sailor. At times the stranger gave some slight attention to what was said, and the settlers were soon convinced that he partly understood them. Sometimes the expression of his countenance was deeply sorrowful, a proof that he suffered mentally, for his face could not be mistaken. But he did not speak, although at different times, however, they almost thought that words were about to issue from his lips. At all events the poor creature was quite quiet and sad. But was not his calm only apparent? Was not his sadness only the result of his seclusion? Nothing could yet be ascertained. Seeing only certain objects and in a limited space, always in contact with the colonists, to whom he would soon become accustomed, having no desires to satisfy, better fed, better clothed, it was natural that his physical nature should gradually improve. But was he penetrated with the sense of a new life? Or rather, to employ a word which must be exactly applicable to him, was he not becoming tamed, like an animal in company with his master? This was an important question, which Cyrus Harding was anxious to answer, and yet he did not wish to treat his invalid roughly. Would he ever be a convalescent? How the engineer observed him every moment. How he was on the watch for his soul, if one may use the expression. How he was ready to grasp it. The settlers followed with real sympathy all the phases of the cure undertaken by Harding. They aided him also in this work of humanity, and all, except perhaps the incredulous Pencroft, soon shared both his hope and his faith. The calm of the stranger was deep, as has been said, and he even showed a sort of attachment for the engineer, whose influence he evidently felt. Cyrus Harding resolved then to try him, by transporting him to another scene, from that ocean which formerly his eyes had been accustomed to contemplate, to the border of the forest, which might perhaps recall those where so many years of his life had been passed. But, said Gideon Spillett, can we hope that he will not escape, if once said at liberty? The experiment must be tried, replied the engineer. Well, said Pencroft, when that fellow is outside, and feels the fresh air, he will be off as fast as his legs can carry him. I do not think so, returned Harding. Let us try, said Spillett. We will try, replied the engineer. This was on the thirtieth of October, and consequently the castaway of Table Island had been a prisoner in Granite House for nine days. It was warm, and a bright sun darted its rays on the island. Cyrus Harding and Pencroft went to the room occupied by the stranger, who was found lying near the window and gazing at the sky. Come, my friend, said the engineer to him. The stranger rose immediately. His eyes were fixed on Cyrus Harding, and he followed him, while the sailor marched behind them, little confident, as to the result of the experiment. Arrived at the door, Harding and Pencroft made him take his place in the lift, while Nebb, Herbert, and Gideon Spillett waited for them before Granite House. The lift descended, and in a few moments all were united on the beach. The settlers went a short distance from the stranger, so as to leave him at liberty. He then made a few steps toward the sea, and his look brightened with extreme animation, but he did not make the slightest attempt to escape. He was gazing at the little waves which, broken by the islet, rippled on the sand. This is only the sea, observed Gideon Spillett, and possibly it does not inspire him with any wish to escape. Yes, replied Harding, we must take him to the plateau, on the border of the forest. There the experiment will be more conclusive. Besides, he could not run away, said Nebb, since the bridge is raised. Oh! said Pencroft. That is in demand to be troubled by a stream like Creek Glycerin. He could cross it directly at a single bound. We shall soon see. Harding contented himself with replying, his eyes not quitting those of his patient. The latter was then led towards the mouth of the mercy, and all climbing the left bank of the river reached prospect heights. Arrived at the spot on which grew the first beautiful trees of the forest, their foliage slightly agitated by the breeze, the stranger appeared greedily to drink in the penetrating odor which filled the atmosphere, and a long sigh escaped from his chest. The settlers kept behind him, ready to seize him if he made any movement to escape. And indeed the poor creature was on the point of springing into the creek, which separated him from the forest, and his legs were bent for an instant as if for a spring, but almost immediately he stepped back, half sank down, and a large tear fell from his eyes. Ah! exclaimed Cyrus Harding. You have become a man again, for you can weep. End of chapter. This is a LeapRvox recording. All LeapRvox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LeapRvox.org. This recording is by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne. Part 2, Chapter 16 Yes! the unfortunate man had wept. Some recollection doubtless had flashed across his brain, and to use Cyrus Harding's expression by those tears he was once more a man. The colonists left him for some time on the plateau, and withdrew themselves to a short distance, so that he might feel himself free. But he did not think of profiting by this liberty, and Harding soon brought him back to Granite House. Two days after this occurrence, the stranger appeared to wish gradually to mingle with their common life. He evidently heard and understood, but no less evidently was he strangely determined not to speak to the colonists. For one evening, Pencroft, listening at the door of his room, heard these words escape from his lips. No! here! I—never! The sailor reported these words to his companions. There is some painful mystery there, said Harding. The stranger had begun to use the laboring tools, and he worked in the garden. When he stopped in his work, as was often the case, he remained retired within himself. But on the engineer's recommendation they respected the reserve which he apparently wished to keep. If one of the settlers approached him, he drew back, and his chest heaved with sobs, as if overburdened. Was it remorse that overwhelmed him thus? They were compelled to believe so, and Gideon's spillet could not help one day making this observation. If he does not speak, it is because he has, I fear, things too serious to be told. They must be patient and wait. A few days later, on the third of November, the stranger, working on the plateau, had stopped letting his spade drop to the ground, and Harding, who was observing him from a little distance, saw that tears were again flowing from his eyes. A sort of irresistible pity led him towards the unfortunate man, and he touched his arm lightly. My friend, said he, the stranger tried to avoid his look, and Cyrus Harding having endeavored to take his hand, he drew back quickly. My friend, said Harding in a firmer voice, look at me, I wish it. The stranger looked at the engineer and seemed to be under his power, as a subject under the influence of a mesmerist. He wished to run away, but then his countenance suddenly underwent a transformation, his eyes flashed, words struggled to escape from his lips. He could no longer contain himself. At last he folded his arms, then in a hollow voice. Who are you? he asked Cyrus Harding. Castaways, like you, replied the engineer, whose emotion was deep. We have brought you here among your fellow men. My fellow men, I have none. You are in the midst of friends. Friends? For me? Friends! exclaimed the stranger, hiding his face in his hands. No! never! leave me, leave me! Then he rushed to the side of the plateau which overlooked the sea, and remained there a long time motionless. Harding rejoined his companions and related to them what had just happened. Yes, there is some mystery in that man's life, said Gideon Spillett, and it appears as if he had only re-entered society by the path of remorse. I don't know what sort of man we have brought here, said Sailor. He has secrets. Which we will respect. Interrupted Cyrus Harding quickly. If he has committed any crime, he has most fearfully expiated it, and in our eyes he is absolved. For two hours the stranger remained alone on the shore, evidently under the influence of recollections which recall all his past life. The melancholy life doubtless, and the colonists without losing sight of him, did not attempt to disturb his solitude. However, after two hours, appearing to have formed a resolution, he came to find Cyrus Harding. His eyes were red with the tears he had shed, but he wept no longer. The colonists expressed deep humility. He appeared anxious, timorous, ashamed, and his eyes were constantly fixed on the ground. Sir, said he to Harding, your companions and you are you English? No, answered the engineer, we are Americans. Ah! said the stranger, any murmured, I prefer that. And you, my friend? asked the engineer. English! replied he hastily. And as if these few words had been difficult to say, he retreated to the beach, where he walked up and down between the cascade and the mouth of the mercy in a straight of extreme agitation. Then, passing one moment close to Herbert, he stopped and in a stifled voice. What month? he asked. December! replied Herbert. What year? 1866. Twelve years! twelve years! exclaimed. Then he left him abruptly. Herbert reported to the colonists the questions and answers which had been made. This unfortunate man, observed Gideon Spillett, was no longer acquainted with either months or years. Yes, added Herbert, and he had been twelve years already on the islet when we found him there. Twelve years! rejoined Harding. Ah! twelve years of solitude, after a wicked life perhaps, may well impair a man's reason. I am induced to think, said Pencroft, that this man was not wrecked on Taper Island, but that in consequence of some crime he was left there. You might be right, Pencroft, replied the reporter, and if it is so, it is not impossible that those who left him on the island may return to fetch him some day. And that they will no longer find him, said Herbert. But then, added Pencroft, they must return and— My friends, said Cyrus Harding, do not let us discuss this question until we know more about it. I believe that the unhappy man has suffered, that he has severely expiated his faults, whatever they may have been, and that the wish to unburden himself stifles him. Do not let us press him to tell us his history, he will tell it to us doubtless, and when we know it we shall see what course it will be best to follow. He alone besides can tell us, if he has more than a hope, a certainty, of returning some day to his country. But I doubt it. And why? asked the reporter. Because that, in the event of his being sure of his being delivered at a certain time, he would have waited the hour of his deliverance, and would not have thrown this document into the sea. No, it is more probable that he was condemned to die on that islet, and that he never expected to see his fellow creatures again. But, observed the sailor, there is one thing which I cannot explain. What is it? If this man had been left for twelve years on Tabor Island, one may well suppose that he had been several years already in the wild state in which we found him. That is probable, replied Cyrus Harding. It must then be many years since he wrote that document. No doubt, and yet the document appears to have been recently written. Besides, how do you know that the bottle which enclosed the document may not have taken several years to come from Tabor Island to Lincoln Island? That is not absolutely impossible, replied the reporter. Might it not have been a long time already on the coast of the island? No, answered Pencroft, for it was still floating. We could not even suppose that after it had stayed for any length of time on the shore, it would have been swept off by the sea, for the south coast is all rocks, and it would certainly have been smashed to pieces there. That is true, rejoined Cyrus Harding thoughtfully. And then, continued the sailor, if the document was several years old, if it had been shut up in that bottle for several years, it would have been injured by damp. Now there is nothing of the kind, and it was found in a perfect state of preservation. The sailor's reasoning was very just, and pointed out an incomprehensible fact, for the document appeared to have been recently written when the colonists found it in the bottle. Moreover, it gave the latitude and longitude of Tabor Island correctly, which implied that its author had a more complete knowledge of hydrography than could be expected of a common sailor. There is in this again something unaccountable, said the engineer. But we will not urge our companion to speak. When he likes, my friends, then we shall be ready to hear him. During the following days the stranger did not speak a word, and did not once leave the precincts of the plateau. He worked away, without losing a moment, without taking a minute's rest, but always in a retired place. At mealtimes he never came to Granite House, although invited several times to do so, but contented himself with eating a few raw vegetables. At nightfall he did not return to the room assigned to him, but remained under some clump of trees, or when the weather was bad, crouched in some cleft of the rocks. Thus he lived in the same manner as when he had no other shelter than the forest of Tabor Island, and his all persuasion to induce him to improve his life was in vain, the colonists waited patiently. And the time was near when, as it seemed, almost involuntarily urged by his conscience, a terrible confession escaped him. On the tenth of November, about eight o'clock in the evening, as night was coming on, the stranger appeared unexpectedly before the settlers who were assembled under the veranda. His eyes burned strangely, and he had quite resumed the wild aspect of his worst days. Cyrus Harding and his companions were astounded on seeing that, overcome by some terrible emotion, his teeth chattered like those of a person in a fever. What was the matter with him? Was the sight of his fellow-creatures insupportable to him? Was he weary of this return to a civilized mode of existence? Was he pining for his former savage life? It appeared so, as soon he was heard to express himself in these incoherent sentences. Why am I here? By what right have you dragged me from my islet? Do you think there could be any type between you and me? Do you know who I am? What I have done? Why I was there alone? And who told you that I was not abandoned there? That I was not condemned to die there? Do you know my past? How do you know that I have not stolen, murdered, that I am not a wretch, and a cursed being, only fit to live like a wild beast, far from all? Speak! Do you know it? The colonists listened without interrupting the miserable creature, from whom these broken confessions escaped, as it were, in spite of himself. Harding wished to calm him, approached him, but he hastily drew back. No! No! he exclaimed. One word only. Am I free? You are free! answered the engineer. Farewell then! he cried, and fled like a madman. Neb, Pencroft and Herbert ran also towards the edge of the wood, but they returned alone. We must let him alone, said Cyrus Harding. He will never come back, exclaimed Pencroft. He will come back, replied the engineer. Many days passed, but Harding, once at a sort of presentiment, persisted in the fixed idea that sooner or later the unhappy man would return. It is the last revolt of his wild nature, said he, which remorseless touched, and which renewed solitude will terrify. In the meanwhile, works of all sorts were continued, as well on prospectites as at the corral where Harding intended to build a farm. It is unnecessary to say that the seeds collected by Herbert on Table Rallon had been carefully sown. The plateau thus formed one immense kitchen-garden well laid out and carefully tended, so that the arms of the settlers were never in want of work. There was always something to be done. As the escalance increased in number, it became necessary to enlarge the simple beds, which threatened to grow into regular fields and replace the meadows. But grass abounded in other parts of the island, and there was no fear of the onagers being obliged to go on short allowance. It was well worthwhile, besides, to turn prospectites into a kitchen-garden, defended by its deep belt of creeks, and to remove them to the meadows, which had no need of protection against the depredations of Quadromana and Quadrupetes. On the fifteenth of November the third harvest was gathered in. How wonderfully had the field increased in extent since eighteen months ago when the first grain of wheat was sown? The second crop of six hundred thousand grains produced this time four thousand bushels, or five hundred millions of grains. The colony was rich in corn, for ten bushels alone were sufficient for sowing every year to produce an ample crop for the food both of men and beasts. The harvest was completed, and the last fortnight of the month of November was devoted to the work of converting it into food for men. In fact they had corn, but no flour, and the establishment of a mill was necessary. Cyrus Harding could have utilized the second fall which flowed into the mercy to establish his motive power, the first being already occupied with moving the felting mill. But after some consultation it was decided that a simple windmill should be built on prospectites. The building of this presented no more difficulty than the building of the former, and it was moreover certain that there would be no want of wind on the plateau exposed as it was to the sea breezes. Not to mention, said Pencroft, that the windmill will be more lively and will have a good effect in the landscape. They set to work by choosing timber for the frame and machinery of the mill. Some large stones found at the north of the lake could be easily transformed into mill stones, and as to the sails the inexhaustible case of the balloon furnished the necessary material. Cyrus Harding made his model, and the site of the mill was chosen a little to the right of the poultry yard near the shore of the lake. The frame was to rest on a pivot supported with strong timbers so that it could turn with all the machinery it contained according as the wind required it. The work advanced rapidly. Neb and Pencroft had become very skillful carpenters and had nothing to do but to copy the models provided by the engineer. Soon a sort of cylindrical box in shape like a pepper pot with a pointed roof rose on the spot chosen. The four frames which formed the sails had been firmly fixed in the center beam so as to form a certain angle with it and secured with iron clamps. As to the different parts of the internal mechanism, the box destined to contain the two mill stones, the fixed stone and the moving stone, the hopper, a sort of large square trough wide at the top, narrow at the bottom, which would allow the grain to fall on the stones, the oscillating spout intended to regulate the passing of the grain, and lastly the bolting machine, which by the operation of sifting separates the bran from the flower, were made without difficulty. The tools were good and the work not difficult, for in reality the machinery of a mill is very simple. This was only a question of time. Everyone had worked at the construction of the mill and on the first of December it was finished. As usual Pencroft was delighted with his work and had no doubt that the apparatus was perfect. Now for a good win, said he, and we shall grind our first harvest splendidly. A good win certainly, answered the engineer, but not too much, Pencroft. Who, our mill, could only go the faster? There is no need for it to go very fast, replied Cyrus Harding. It is known by experience that the greatest quantity of work is performed by a mill when the number of turns made by the sails in a minute is six times the number of feet traversed by the wind in a second. A moderate breeze, which passes over twenty-four feet to the second, will give sixteen turns to the sails during a minute, and there is no need of more. Exactly, cried Herbert, a fine breeze is blowing from the northeast which will soon do our business for us. There was no reason for delaying the inauguration of the mill, for the settlers were eager to taste the first piece of bread in Lincoln Island. On this morning two or three bushels of wheat were ground, and the next day at breakfast a magnificent loaf, a little heavy perhaps, although raised with yeast, appeared on the table at Granite House. Everyone munched away at it with a pleasure which may be easily understood. In the meantime the stranger had not reappeared. Several times Gideon Spillett and Herbert searched the forest in the neighborhood of Granite House, without meeting or fighting any trace of him. They became seriously uneasy at this prolonged absence. Certainly the former savage of Table Island could not be perplexed how to live in the forest, abounding in game, but was it not to be feared that he had resumed his habits, and that this freedom would revive in him his wild instincts? However, hearting, by a sort of presentiment doubtless, always persisted in saying that the fugitive would return. Yes, he will return. He repeated with a confidence which his companions could not share. When this unfortunate man was on Table Island he knew himself to be alone. Here he knows that fellow men are awaiting him. Since he has partially spoken of his past life, the poor penitent will return to tell the whole, and from that day he will belong to us. The event justified Cyrus Harding's predictions. On the 3rd of December Herbert had left the plateau to go and fish on the southern bank of the lake. He was unarmed, and till then had never taken any precautions for defense, as dangerous animals had not shown themselves on that part of the island. Meanwhile Pencroft and Ned were working in the poultry yard, while Harding and the reporter were occupied at the chimneys in making soda, the store of soap, being exhausted. Suddenly cries resounded, Help! Help! Cyrus Harding and the reporter, being at too great a distance, had not been able to hear the shouts. Pencroft and Ned, leaving the poultry yard in all haste, rushed towards the lake. But before them the stranger, whose presence at this place no one had suspected, crossed Creek Glycerin, which separated the plateau from the forest, and bounded up the opposite bank. Herbert was there, face to face with a fierce jaguar, similar to the one which had been killed on Reptile End. Suddenly surprised, he was standing with his back against a tree, while the animal gathering itself together was about to spring. But the stranger, with no other weapon than a knife, rushed on the formidable animal, who turned to meet this new adversary. The struggle was short. The stranger possessed immense strength and activity. He seized the jaguar's throat with one powerful hand, holding it as in a vise, without heating the beast's claws which tore his flesh, and with the other he plunged his knife into its heart. The jaguar fell. The stranger kicked away the body, and was about to fly at the moment when the settlers arrived on the field of battle, but Herbert, clinging to him, cried, No! No! You shall not go! Harding advanced towards the stranger, who frowned when he saw him approaching. The blood flowed from his shoulder under his torn shirt, but he took no notice of it. My friend, said Cyrus Harding, we have just contracted a debt of gratitude to you, to save our boy you have risked your life. My life, murmured the stranger, what is that worth? Less than nothing. You are wounded? It is no matter. Will you give me your hand? And as Herbert endeavored to seize the hand which had just saved him, the stranger folded his arms, his chest heaved, his look darkened, and he appeared to wish to escape, but making a violent effort over himself in an abrupt tone. Who are you? he asked, and what do you claim to be to me? It was the colonist's history which he thus demanded, and for the first time, perhaps this history recounted he would tell his own. In a few words Harding related all that had happened since their departure from Richmond, how they had managed, and what resources they now had at their disposal. The stranger listened with extreme attention. Then the engineer told who they all were, Gideon Spillett, Herbert, Pencroft, Neb, himself, and he added that the greatest happiness they had felt since their arrival in Lincoln Island was on the return of the vessel from Table Island when they had been able to include among them a new companion. At these words the stranger's face flushed, his head sunk on his breast, and confusion was depicted on his countenance. And now you know us, added Sarasarting, will you give us your hand? No, replied the stranger in a hoarse voice. No, you are honest men, and I— The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne Part 2 Chapter 17 These last words justified the colonist's presentiment. There had been some mournful past, perhaps expiated in the sight of men, but from which his conscience had not yet absolved him. At any rate the guilty man felt remorse, he repented, and his new friends would have cordially pressed the hand which they sought, but he did not feel himself worthy to extend it to honest men. However, after the scene with the Jaguar, he did not return to the forest, and from that day did not go beyond the enclosure of Granite House. What was the mystery of his life? Would the stranger one day speak of it? Time alone could show. At any rate it was agreed that his secret should never be asked from him, and that they would live with him as if they suspected nothing. For some days their life continued as before. Sarasarting and Gideon Spillett worked together—sometimes chemists, sometimes experimentalists. The reporter never left the engineer except to hunt with Herbert, for it would not have been prudent to allow the lab to ramble alone in the forest, and it was very necessary to be on their guard. As to Neb and Pencroft, one day at the stables and poultry-yard, another at the corral, without reckoning work at Granite House, they were never in want of employment. The stranger worked alone, and he had resumed his usual life, never appearing at meals, sleeping under the trees in the plateau, never mingling with his companions. It really seemed as if the society of those who had saved him was insupportable to him. But then, observed Pencroft, why did he entreat the help of his fellow-creatures? Why did he throw that paper into the sea? He will tell us why, invariably replied Sarasarting. When? Perhaps sooner than you think, Pencroft. And indeed the day of confession was near. On the tenth of December, a week after his return to Granite House, Harding saw the stranger approaching, who, in a calm voice and humble tone, said to him, Sir, I have a request to make of you. Speak, answered the engineer, but first let me ask you a question. At these words the stranger reddened, and was on the point of withdrawing. Sarasarting understood what was passing in the mind of the guilty man, who doubtless feared that the engineer would interrogate him on his past life. Harding held him back. Comrade, said he, we are not only your companions but your friends. I wish you to believe that, and now I will listen to you. The stranger pressed his hand over his eyes. He was seized with a sort of trembling, and remained a few moments without being able to articulate a word. Sir, said he at last, I have come to beg you to grant me a favour. What is it? You have four or five miles from here a corral for your domesticated animals. These animals need to be taken care of. Will you allow me to live there with them? Sarasarting gazed at the unfortunate man for a few moments with a feeling of deep commiseration. Then, my friend, said he, the corral has only staples hardly fit for animals. It will be good enough for me, sir. My friend, answered Harding, we will not constrain you in anything. You wish to live at the corral? So be it. You will, however, be always welcome at Granite House. But since you wish to live at the corral we will make the necessary arrangements for your being comfortably established there. Never mind that, I shall do very well. My friend, answered Harding, who always intentionally made use of this cordial appellation, you must let us judge what it will be best to do in this respect. Thank you, sir, replied the stranger as he withdrew. The engineer then made known to his companions the proposal which had been made to him, and it was agreed that they should build a wooden house at the corral, which they would make as comfortable as possible. That very day the colondus repaired to the corral with the necessary tools, and a week had not passed before the house was ready to receive its tenet. It was built about twenty feet from the sheds, and from there it was easy to overlook the flock of sheep, which then numbered more than eighty. Some furniture, a bed, table, bench, cupboard, and chest were manufactured, and a gun, ammunition, and tools were carried to the corral. The stranger, however, had seen nothing of his new dwelling, and he had allowed the settlers to work there without him, while he occupied himself on the plateau, wishing, doubtless, to put the finishing stroke to his work. Indeed, thanks to him, all the ground was dug up and ready to be sewed when the time came. It was on the twentieth of December that all the arrangements at the corral were completed. The engineer announced to the stranger that his dwelling was ready to receive him, and the latter replied that he would go and sleep there that very evening. On this evening the colondus were gathered in the dining-room of Granite House. It was then eight o'clock, the hour at which their companion was to leave them. Not wishing to trouble him by their presence, and thus imposing on him the necessity of saying farewells which might perhaps be painful to him, they had left him alone and ascended to Granite House. Now they had been talking in the room for a few minutes when a light knock was heard at the door. Almost immediately the stranger entered, and without any preamble, ''Gentlemen,'' said he, ''before I leave you it is right that you should know my history. I will tell it you.'' These simple words profoundly impressed Cyrus Harding and his companions, the engineer rose. ''We ask you nothing, my friend,'' said he, ''it is your right to be silent. It is my duty to speak.'' ''Sit down, then!'' ''No, I will stand!'' ''We are ready to hear you,'' replied Harding. The stranger remained standing in a corner of the room, a little in the shade. He was bare-headed, his arms folded across his chest, and it was in this posture that in a horse voice, speaking like someone who obliges himself to speak, he gave the following recital which his auditors did not once interrupt. On the 20th of December, 1854, a steam yacht belonging to a Scotch nobleman, Lord Glenarvin, anchored off Cape Bernoulli on the western coast of Australia in the 37th parallel. On board this yacht were Lord Glenarvin and his wife, a major in the English army, a French geographer, a young girl, and a young boy. These last two were the children of Captain Grant, whose ship the Britannia had been lost crew and cargo a year before. The Duncan was commanded by Captain John Mangels, and men by a crew of fifteen men. This is the reason the yacht at this time lay off the coast of Australia. Six months before, a bottle, enclosing a document written in English, German, and French, had been found in the Irish Sea, and picked up by the Duncan. This document stated in substance that there still existed three survivors from the wreck of the Britannia, that these survivors were Captain Grant and two of his men, and that they had found refuge on some land, of which the document gave the latitude, but of which the longitude, if faced by the sea, was no longer legible. This latitude was thirty-seven degrees eleven minutes south. Therefore, the longitude being unknown, if they followed the 37th parallel over continents and seas, they would be certain to reach the spot inhabited by Captain Grant and his two companions. The English Admiralty, having hesitated to undertake this search, Lord Glenn Arvin resolved to attempt everything to find the Captain. He communicated with Mary and Robert Grant, who joined him. The Duncan Yacht was equipped for the distant voyage, in which the nobleman's family and the Captain's children wished to take part. And the Duncan, leaving Glasgow, proceeded towards the Atlantic, passed through the Straits of Magellan, and ascended the Pacific as far as Patagonia, where, according to a previous interpretation of the document, they supposed that Captain Grant was a prisoner among the Indians. The Duncan disembarked her passengers on the western coast of Patagonia, and sailed to pick them up again on the eastern coast at Cape Corrientes. Lord Glenn Arvin traversed Patagonia following the 37th parallel, and having found no trace of the Captain, he re-embarked on the 13th of November, so as to pursue his search through the ocean. After having unsuccessfully visited the islands of Tristan-Dakuna and Amsterdam, situated in her course, the Duncan, as I have said, arrived at Cape Bernoulli, on the Australian coast, on the 20th of December 1854. It was Lord Glenn Arvin's intention to traverse Australia as he had traversed America, and he disembarked. A few miles from the coast was established a farm belonging to an Irishman who offered hospitality to the travellers. Lord Glenn Arvin made note to the Irishman the cause which had brought him to these parts, and asked if he knew whether a three-masted English vessel, the Britannia, had been lost less than two years before on the west coast of Australia. The Irishman had never heard of this wreck, but to the great surprise of the bystanders, one of his servants came forward and said, My Lord, praise and thank God! If Captain Grant is still living, he is living on the Australian shores. Who are you? asked Lord Glenn Arvin. A scotch-man like yourself, my Lord, replied the man. I am one of Captain Grant's crew, one of the castaways of the Britannia. This man was called Ayrton. He was, in fact, the Bosons made of the Britannia as his papers showed. But, separated from Captain Grant at the moment when the ship struck upon the rocks, he had till then believed that the captain with all his crew had perished, and that he, Ayrton, was the sole survivor of the Britannia. Only, he added, it was not on the west coast but on the east coast of Australia that the vessel was lost. And if Captain Grant is still living, as his document indicates, he is a prisoner among the natives, and it is on the other coast that he must be looked for. This man spoke in a frank voice and with a confident look. His words could not be doubted. The Irishman, in whose service he had been for more than a year, answered for his trustworthiness. Lord Glenn Arvin, therefore, believed in the fidelity of this man, and by his advice resolved across Australia, following the 37th parallel. Lord Glenn Arvin, his wife, the two children, the Major, the Frenchman, Captain Mangels, and a few sailors, composed the little band under the command of Ayrton while the Duncan, under charge of the mate, Tom Austin, proceeded to Melbourne, there to await Lord Glenn Arvin's instructions. They set out on the 23rd of December, 1854. It is time to say that Ayrton was a traitor. He was, indeed, the Bosons made of the Britannia, but after some dispute with his captain, he endeavored to incite the crew to mutiny and seize the ship, and Captain Grant had landed him on the 8th of April, 1852, on the west coast of Australia, and then sailed, leaving him there, as was only just. Therefore this wretched man knew nothing of the wreck of the Britannia. He had just heard of it from Glenn Arvin's account. Since his abandonment he had become, under the name of Ben Joyce, the leader of the escaped convicts. And if he boldly maintained that the wreck had taken place on the east coast, and led Lord Glenn Arvin to proceed in that direction, it was that he hoped to separate him from his ship, seize the Duncan, and make the yacht a pirate in the Pacific. Hear the stranger stop for a moment. His voice trembled, but he continued. The expedition set out, and proceeded across Australia. It was inevitably unfortunate, since Ayrton, or Ben Joyce, as he may be called, guided it, sometimes proceeded, sometimes followed by his band of convicts, who had been told what they had to do. Meanwhile the Duncan had been sent to Melbourne for repairs. It was necessary, then, to get Lord Glenn Arvin to order her to leave Melbourne, and go to the east coast of Australia, where it would be easy to seize her. After having led the expedition near enough to the coast, in the midst of vast forests with no resources, Ayrton obtained a letter, which he was charged to carry to the mate of the Duncan, a letter which ordered the yacht to repair immediately to the east coast, to Twofold Bay, that is to say, a few days' journey from the place where the expedition had stopped. It was there that Ayrton had agreed to meet his accomplices, and two days after gaining possession of the letter he arrived at Melbourne. So far the villain had succeeded in his wicked design. He would be able to take the Duncan into Twofold Bay, where it would be easy for the convicts to seize her, and her crew massacred. Ben Joyce would become master of the seas, but it pleased God to prevent the accomplishment of these terrible projects. Ayrton arrived at Melbourne, delivered the letter to the mate, Tom Austin, who read it and immediately set sail. But Judge of Ayrton's rage and disappointment when the next day he found that the mate was taking the vessel not to the east coast of Australia, to Twofold Bay, but to the east coast of New Zealand. He wished to stop him, but Austin showed him the letter, and indeed by a providential error of the French geographer who had written the letter the east coast of New Zealand was mentioned as the place of destination. All Ayrton's plans were frustrated. He became outrageous. They put him in irons. He was then taken to the coast of New Zealand, not knowing what would become of his accomplices, or what would become of Lord Glenarvon. The Duncan cruised about on this coast until the 3rd of March. On that day Ayrton heard the report of guns. The guns of the Duncan were being fired, and soon Lord Glenarvon and his companions came on board. This is what had happened. After a thousand hardships, a thousand dangers, Lord Glenarvon had accomplished his journey, and arrived on the east coast of Australia at Twofold Bay. No Duncan, he telegraphed to Melbourne. They answered, Duncan sailed on to 18th instant, destination unknown. Lord Glenarvon could only arrive at one conclusion, that his honest yacht had fallen into the hands of Ben Joyce and had become a pirate vessel. However, Lord Glenarvon would not give up. He was a bold and generous man. He embarked in a merchant vessel, sailed to the west coast of New Zealand, traversed it along the 37th parallel, without finding any trace of Captain Grant. But on the other side, to his great surprise, and by the will of heaven, he found the Duncan, under command of the mate, who had been waiting for him for five weeks. This was on the 3rd of March, 1855. Lord Glenarvon was now on board the Duncan, but Ayrton was there also. He appeared before the nobleman, who wished to extract from him all that the villain knew about Captain Grant. Ayrton refused to speak. Lord Glenarvon then told him that at the first port they put into he would be delivered up to the English authorities. Ayrton remained mute. The Duncan continued her voyage along the 37th parallel. In the meantime, Lady Glenarvon undertook to vanquish the resistance of the Ruffian. At last her influence prevailed, and Ayrton, in exchange for what he could tell, proposed that Lord Glenarvon should leave him on some island in the Pacific, instead of giving him up to the English authorities. Lord Glenarvon, resolving to do anything to obtain information about Captain Grant, consented. Ayrton then related all his life, and it was certain that he knew nothing from the day on which Captain Grant had landed him on the Australian coast. Nevertheless Lord Glenarvon kept the promise which he had given. The Duncan continued her voyage and arrived at Table Island. It was there that Ayrton was be landed. It was there also that, by veritable miracle, they found Captain Grant and two men exactly on the 37th parallel. The convict then went to take their place on this desert islet, and at the moment he left the yacht these words were pronounced by Lord Glenarvon. Here, Ayrton, you will be far from any land, and without any possible communication with your fellow creatures. You cannot escape from the islet on which the Duncan leave you. You will be alone, under the eye of a God who reads the depths of the heart, but you will be neither lost nor forgotten, as was Captain Grant. Unworthy as you are to be remembered by men, men will remember you. I know where you are, Ayrton, and I know where to find you. I will never forget it. And the Duncan, making sail, soon disappeared. This was on the 18th of March, 1855. Footnote. The events which have just been briefly related are taken from a work which some of our readers have no doubt read, and which is entitled Captain Grant's Children. They will remark on this occasion, as well as later, some discrepancy in the dates, but later again they will understand why the real dates were not at first given. And the footnote. Ayrton was alone, but he had no want of either ammunition, weapons, tools, or seeds. At his, the convict's disposal, was the house built by honest Captain Grant. He had only to live and expiate in solitude the crimes which he had committed. Gentlemen, he repented. He was ashamed of his crimes and was very miserable. He said to himself that if men came some day to take him from that islet, he must be worthy to return among them. How he suffered that wretched man. How he labored to recover himself by work. How he prayed to be reformed by prayer. For two years, three years, this went on. But Ayrton, humbled by solitude, always looking for some ship to appear on the horizon, asking himself if the time of expiation would soon be complete, suffered as none others suffered. Oh, how dreadful was this solitude to a heart tormented by remorse. But doubtless Heaven had not sufficiently punished this unhappy man, for he felt that he was gradually becoming a savage. He felt that brutishness was gradually gaining on him. He could not say if it was after two or three years of solitude, but at last he became the miserable creature you found. I have no need to tell you, gentlemen, that Ayrton, Ben Joyce, and I are the same. Simon's Harding and his companions rose at the end of this account. It is impossible to say how much they were moved. What misery, grief, and despair lay revealed before them. Ayrton said Harding, rising, You have been a great criminal, but Heaven must certainly think that you have expiated your crimes. That has been proved by your having been brought again among your fellow creatures. Ayrton, you are forgiven, and now you will be our companion. Ayrton drew back. Here is my hand, said the engineer. Ayrton grasped the hand which Harding extended to him, and great tears fell from his eyes. Will you live with us? asked Cyrus Harding. Captain Harding. Leave me some time longer, replied Ayrton. Leave me alone in the hut in the corral. As you like, Ayrton, answered Cyrus Harding. Ayrton was going to withdraw when the engineer addressed one more question to him. One word more, my friend, since it was your intention to live alone. Why did you throw into the sea the document which put us on your track? A document? repeated Ayrton, who did not appear to know what he meant. Yes, the document which we found enclosed in a bottle, giving us the exact position of Taber Island. Ayrton passed his hand over his brow, then after having thought, I never threw any document into the sea, he answered. Never! exclaimed Pencroft. Never! and Ayrton, bowing, reached the door and departed. End of chapter. Chapter 18 Poor man! said Herbert, who had rushed to the door, but returned, having seen Ayrton slide down the rope on the lift and disappear in the darkness. He will come back, said Cyrus Harding. Come now, Captain! exclaimed Pencroft. What does that mean? What? Wasn't it Ayrton who threw that bottle into the sea? Who was it, then? Certainly, if ever a question was necessary to be made, it was that one. It was, he answered Neb. Only that unhappy man was half mad. Yes, said Herbert, and he was no longer conscious of what he was doing. It can only be explained in that way, my friends, replied Harding quickly. And I understand now how Ayrton was able to point out exactly the situation of Tabor Island, since the events which had preceded his being left on the island had made it known to him. However, observed Pencroft, if he was not yet a brute when he wrote that document, and if he threw it into the sea seven or eight years ago, how is it that the paper has not been injured by damp? That proves, answered Cyrus Harding, that Ayrton was deprived of intelligence at a more recent time than he thinks. Of course it must be so, replied Pencroft. Without that the fact would be unaccountable. Unaccountable indeed, answered the engineer, who did not appear desirous to prolong the conversation. But has Ayrton told the truth? asked the sailor. Yes, replied the reporter. The story which he has told is true in every point. I remember quite well the account in the newspapers of the Yacht expedition undertaken by Lord Glen Arvin, and its result. Ayrton has told the truth, added Harding. Do not doubt it, Pencroft, for it was painful to him. People tell the truth when they accuse themselves like that. The next day, the twenty-first of December, the colonists descended to the beach, and having climbed the plateau they found nothing of Ayrton. He had reached his house in the corral during the night, and the settlers judged it best not to agitate him by their presence. Time would doubtless perform what sympathy had been unable to accomplish. Herbert, Pencroft and Nebb resumed their ordinary occupations. On this day the same work brought Harding and the reporter to the workshop at the chimneys. Do you know, my dear Cyrus, I said giddy and spill it, that the explanation you gave yesterday on the subject of the bottle has not satisfied me at all. How can it be supposed that the unfortunate man was able to write that document and throw the bottle into the sea without having the slightest recollection of it? Nor was it he who threw it in, my dear spill it. You think, then, I think nothing. I know nothing, interrupted Cyrus Harding. I am content to rank this incident among those which I have not been able to explain to this day. Indeed, Cyrus, said spill it, these things are not the only things that I can do. I can explain to this day. Indeed, Cyrus, said spill it, these things are incredible. Your rescue, the case stranded on the sand, tops adventure, and lastly, this bottle. Shall we never have the answer to these enigmas? Yes, replied the engineer quickly. Yes, even if I have to penetrate into the bowels of this island. Chance will perhaps give us the key to this mystery. Chance, spill it. I do not believe in chance any more than I believe in mysteries in this world. There is a reason for everything unaccountable which has happened here, and that reason I shall discover. But in the meantime we must work and observe. The month of January arrived. The year 1867 commenced. The summer occupations were assiduously continued. During the days which followed, Herbert and spill it having gone in the direction of the corral, ascertained that Ayrton had taken possession of the habitation which had been prepared for him. He busied himself with the numerous flock confided to his care, and spared his companions the trouble of coming every two or three days to visit the corral. Nevertheless, in order not to leave Ayrton in solitude for too long a time, the settlers often paid him a visit. It was not unimportant, either, in consequence of some suspicions entertained by the engineer and Gideon spill it, that this part of the island should be subject to a surveillance of some sort, and that Ayrton, if any incident occurred unexpectedly, should not neglect to inform the inhabitants of Granite House of it. Nevertheless, it might happen that something would occur which it would be necessary to bring rapidly to the engineer's knowledge. Independently of facts bearing on the mystery of Lincoln Island, many others might happen which would call for the prompt interference of the colonists, such as the sighting of a vessel, a wreck on the western coast, the possible arrival of pirates, etc. Therefore Cyrus Harding resolved to put the corral in instantaneous communication with Granite House. It was on the 10th of January that he made known his project to his companions. Why, how are you going to manage that, Captain? asked Bencroft. Do you, by chance, happen to think of establishing a telegraph? Exactly so, answered the engineer. Electric? cried Herbert. Electric, replied Cyrus Harding. We have all the necessary materials for making a battery, and the most difficult thing will be to stretch the wires. But by means of a draw plate, I think we shall manage it. Well, after that, returned the sailor, I shall never despair of seeing ourselves some day rolling along on a railway. They then set to work, beginning with the most difficult thing, for, if they failed in that, it would be useless to manufacture the battery and other accessories. The iron of Lincoln Island, as has been said, was of excellent quality, and consequently very fit for being drawn out. Harding commenced by manufacturing a draw plate, that is to say, a plate of steel pierced with conical holes of different sizes which would successfully bring the wire to the wish-for tenacity. This piece of steel, after having been tempered, was fixed in as firm a way as possible in the solid framework planted in the ground, only a few feet from the Great Fall, the motive power of which the engineer intended to utilize. In fact, as the fulling mill was there, although not then in use, its beam moved with extreme power, would serve to stretch out the wire by rolling it round itself. It was a delicate operation, and required much care. The iron prepared previously in long, thin rods, the ends of which were sharpened with the file, having been introduced into the largest hole of the draw plate, was drawn out by the beam which wound it around itself, to a length of five inches. And the same operation was performed successively through the holes of a less size. Finally, the engineer obtained wires from forty to fifty feet long, which could be easily fastened together and stretched over the distance of five miles, which separated the corral from the bounds of Granite House. It did not take more than a few days to perform this work, but it took a few days to complete the work. It took a few days to complete the work, but it took a few days to complete the work, and it took a few days to complete the work, and indeed as soon as the machine had been commenced, Cyrus Harding left his companions to follow the trade of wire-drawers, and occupied himself with manufacturing his battery. It was necessary to obtain a battery with a constant current. It is known that the elements of modern batteries are generally composed of retort coal, zinc, and copper. Copper was absolutely wanting through the engineer, who, notwithstanding all his researches, had never been able to find any trace of it in Lincoln Island, and was therefore obliged to do without it. Retort coal, that is to say, the hard graphite which is found in the retorts of gas manufacturers after the coal has been dehydrogenized, could have been obtained, but it would have been necessary to establish a special apparatus involving great labour. As to zinc, it may be remembered that the case found at Flotsam Point was lined with this metal, which could not be better utilized than for this purpose. Cyrus Harding, after mature consideration, decided to manufacture a very simple battery, resembling as nearly as possible that invented by Beck Carell in 1820, and in which zinc only is employed. The other substances, exotic acid and potash, were all at his disposal. The way in which the battery was composed was as follows, and the results were to be attained by the reaction of acid and potash on each other. A number of glass bottles were made, and filled with exotic acid. The engineer corked them by means of a stopper, through which passed a glass tube, bored at its lower extremity, and intended to be plunged into the acid secured by a rag. Into this tube, through its upper extremity, he poured a solution of potash, previously obtained by burning and reducing to ashes various plants, and in this way the acid and potash could act on each other through the clay. Cyrus Harding then took two slips of zinc, one of which was plunged into exotic acid, the other into a solution of potash. A current was immediately produced, from the slip of zinc in the bottle to that in the tube, and the two slips having been connected by a metallic wire, the slip in the tube became the positive pole, and that in the bottle the negative pole of the apparatus. Each bottle, therefore, produced as many currents as united could be sufficient to produce all the phenomena of the electric telegraph. Such was the ingenious and very simple apparatus constructed by Cyrus Harding, an apparatus which would allow them to establish a telegraphic communication between Granite House and the corral. On the 6th of February was commenced the planting along the road to the corral, of posts furnished with glass insulators, and intended to support the wire. A few days after the wire was extended, ready to produce the electric current at a rate of 20,000 miles a second. It was manufactured, one for Granite House, the other for the corral, for if it was necessary the corral should be able to communicate with Granite House, it might also be useful that Granite House should be able to communicate with the corral. As to the receiver and manipulator, they were very simple. At the two stations the wire was wound round a magnet, that is to say round a piece of soft iron surrounded with a wire. The communication was thus established between the two poles. The current, starting from the positive pole, traversed the wire, passed through the magnet which was temporarily magnetized, and returned through the earth to the negative pole. If the current was interrupted, the magnet immediately became un-magnetized. It was sufficient to place a plate of soft iron before the magnet, which, attracted during the passage of the current, would fall back when the current was interrupted. This movement of the plate thus obtained, Harding could easily fasten to it a needle arranged on a dial, bearing the letters of the alphabet, and in this way communicate from one station to the other. All was completely arranged by the 12th of February. On this day Harding, having sent the current through the wire, asked if all was going on well at the corral, and received in a few moments a satisfactory reply from Ayrton. Pencroff was wild with joy, and every morning and evening he sent a telegram to the corral, which always received an answer. This mode of communication presented two very real advantages. Firstly, because it enabled them to ascertain that Ayrton was at the corral, and secondly, that he was thus not left completely isolated from the current. Besides, Cyrus Harding never allowed a week to pass without going to see him, and Ayrton came from time to time to Granite House, where he always found a cordial welcome. The fine season passed away in the midst of the usual work. The resources of the colony, particularly in vegetables and corn, increased from day to day, and the plants brought from Tabor Island had succeeded perfectly. The time had come that the farm, Tabor Island, had succeeded perfectly. The plateau of Prospect Heights presented an encouraging aspect. The fourth harvest had been admirable, and it may be supposed that no one thought of counting whether the 400,000 millions of grains duly appeared in the crop. However, Pencroff did thought of doing so, but Cyrus Harding, having told him that even if he managed to count 300 grains a minute, or 9,000 an hour, or 9,500 years to finish his task, the honest sailor considered it best to give up the idea. The weather was splendid. The temperature very warm in the daytime, but in the evening the sea breezes tempered the heat of the atmosphere and procured cool nights for the inhabitants of Granite House. There were, however, a few storms, which although they were not of long duration, swept over Lincoln Island with extraordinary fury. The lightning blazed and the thunder continued to roll for some hours. At this period the little colony was extremely prosperous. The tenants of the poultry yard swarmed and they lived on the surplus, but it became necessary to reduce the population to a more moderate number. The pigs had already produced young and it may be understood that their care for these animals was at the time of Neb and Pencroft's time. The onagers, who had two pretty colts, were most often mounted by Gideon Spillett and Herbert, who had become an excellent writer under the reporter's instruction and they also harnessed them to the cart, either for carrying wood and coal to Granite House or different mineral productions required by the engineer. Several expeditions were made about this time into the depths of the vast forests. The explorers could venture there without having anything to fear from the heat, for the sun's rays scarcely penetrated through the thick foliage spreading above their heads. They thus visited all the left bank of the mercy, along which ran the road from the corral to the mouth of Falls River. But in these excursions the settlers took care to be well armed for they met with savage wild boars and they also, during this season, made fierce war against the Jaguars. Gideon Spillett had vowed a special hatred against them and his pupil Herbert seconded him well. Armed as they were they no longer feared to meet one of those beasts. Herbert's courage was superb and the reporter sang foie, astonishing. Already twenty magnificent skins ornamented the dining room of Granite House and if this continued the Jaguar race would soon be extinct in the island, the object aimed at by the hunters. The engineer sometimes took part in the expeditions made to the unknown parts of the island which he surveyed with great attention. It was for other traces than those of animals that he searched the thickets of the vast forest but nothing suspicious ever appeared. Not on the top nor jupe who accompanied him ever betrayed by their behaviour that there was anything strange there and yet more than once again the dog barked at the mouth of the well which the engineer had before explored without result. At this time Gideon Spillett aided by Herbert took several views of the most picturesque parts of the island by means of the photographic apparatus found in the cases and of which they had not as yet made any use. This apparatus provided with a powerful object glass was very complete. Substances necessary for the photographic reproduction collodion for preparing the glass plate nitrate of silver to render it sensitive hyposulfate of soda to fix the prints obtained chloride of ammonium in which to soak the paper destined to give the positive proof of recitative soda and chloride of gold in which to immerse the paper nothing was wanting. Even the papers were there all prepared and before laying in the printing frame upon the negatives it was sufficient to soak them for a few minutes in the solution of nitrate of silver. The reporter and his assistant became in a short time very skillful operators and they obtained fine views of the prospect heights with Mount Franklin in the distance the mouth of the mercy so picturesquely framed in high rocks the glade and the corral with the spurs of the mountain in the background the curious development of claw cape flotsam point, etc. Nor did the photographers forget to take the portraits of all the inhabitants of the island leaving out no one. It multiplies us and the sailor was enchanted to see his own countenance faithfully reproduced ornamenting the walls of Granite House and he stopped as willingly before this exhibition as he would have done before the richest shop windows in Broadway but it must be acknowledged that the most successful portrait was incontestably that of Master Joop Master Joop had sat with a gravity not to be described and his portrait was life-like he looks as if he was just going to grin exclaimed Pencroft and if Master Joop had not been satisfied he would have been very difficult to please but he was quite contented and contemplated his own countenance with a sentimental air which expressed some small amount of conceit the summer heat ended with the month of March the weather was sometimes rainy but still warm the month of March in November of northern latitudes was not so fine as might have been hoped perhaps it announced an early and rigorous winter it might have been supposed one morning the 21st that the first snow had already made its appearance in fact Herbert looking early from one of the windows of Granite House exclaimed hello the island is covered with snow snow at this time answered the reporter joining the boy their companions were soon beside them but could only ascertain one thing that not only the islet but all the beach below Granite House was covered with one uniform sheet of white it must be snow said Pencroft or rather is very like it replied Neb but the thermometer marks 58 degrees observed Gideon Spillett Cyrus Harding gazed at the sheet of white without saying anything for he really did not know how to explain this phenomenon at this time of year and in such a temperature by Jove exclaimed Pencroft all our plants will be frozen and the sailor was about to descend when he was preceded by the nimble jupe who slid down to the ground but the Orang had not touched the ground when the snowy sheet arose and dispersed in the air in such innumerable flakes that the light of the sun birds! cried Herbert they were indeed swarms of sea birds with dazzling white plumage they had perched by thousands on the islet and on the shore and they disappeared in the distance leaving the colonists amazed as if they had been present at some transformation scene in which summers succeeded winter at the touch of a fairy's wand unfortunately the change had been so sudden that neither the reporter had been able to bring down one of these birds of which they could not recognize the species a few days after came the 26th of March the day on which two years before the castaways from the air had been thrown upon Lincoln Island end of chapter this is a Librebox recording all Librebox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit Librebox.org and this recording is by Mark Smith of Simserville, South Carolina The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne Part 2 Chapter 19 two years already and for two years the colonists had had no communications with their fellow creatures they were without news from the civilized world lost on this island as completely as if they had been on the most minute star of the celestial hemisphere running in their country the picture of their native land was always before their eyes the land torn by civil war at the time they left it in which the Southern Rebellion was perhaps still standing with blood it was a great sorrow to them and they often talked together of these things without ever doubting however that the cause of the North must triumph for the honor of the American Confederation during these two years not a vessel had passed and the sail had been seen it was evident that Lincoln Island was out of the usual track and also that it was unknown as was besides proved by the maps for though there was no port vessels might have visited it for the purpose of renewing their store of water but the surrounding ocean was deserted as far as the eye could reach and the colonists must rely on themselves for regaining their native land however one chance of rescue existed and this chance was discussed one day on the first week of April when the colonists were gathered together in the dining room of Granite House they had been talking of America of their native country which they had so little hope of ever seeing again decidedly we have only one way said Spillett one single way for leaving Lincoln Island and that is to build a vessel large enough to sail several hundred miles that when one has built a boat it is just as easy to build a ship and in which we might go to the Pometus added Herbert just as easily as we went to Taber Island I do not say no replied Pencroft who had always the casting vote in maritime questions I do not say no although it is not exactly the same thing to make along as a short voyage if our little craft had been caught in any heavy gale of wind we would have managed to Taber Island we should have known that land was at no great distance either way but twelve hundred miles is a pretty long way and the nearest land is at least that distance would you not in that case Pencroft attempt the adventure asked the reporter I will attempt anything that is desired Mr. Spillett answered the sailor and you know well that I am not a man to flinch remember besides that we number another sailor amongst us now remarked Neb who is that asked Pencroft Ayrton if he will consent to come said Pencroft nonsense returned the reporter do you think that if Lord Glenn Arvin's yacht had appeared at Taber Island while he was still living there Ayrton would have refused to depart you forget my friends I was hearting that Ayrton was not in possession of his reason during the last years of his stay there but that is not the question the point is to know if we may count among our chances of being rescued the return of the Scotch vessel now Lord Glenn Arvin promised Ayrton that he would return to take him off from Taber Island when he considered that his crimes were expiated and I believe that he will return and I will add that he will return soon for it is twelve years since Ayrton was abandoned well answered Pencroft I agree with you that the nobleman will return and soon too but where will he touch at Taber Island and not at Lincoln Island that is the more certain replied Herbert as Lincoln Island is not even marked on the map therefore my friends said the engineer we ought to take the necessary precautions for making our presence and that of Ayrton on Lincoln Island known at Taber Island certainly answered the reporter and nothing is easier than to place in the hut which was Captain Grantz and Ayrton's dwelling unnoticed which Lord Glenn Arvin and his crew cannot help finding giving the position of our island it is a pity remarked the sailor that we forgot to take that precaution and why should we have done it asked Herbert at that time we did not know Ayrton's history we did not know that anyone was likely to come some day to fetch him and when we did know his history the season was too advanced to allow us to return then to Taber Island yes replied Harding it was too late and we must put off the voyage until next spring but suppose the Scotch yacht comes before that said Pencroft that is not probable replied the engineer for Lord Glenn Arvin would not choose the winter season to venture into these seas either he has already returned to Taber Island since Ayrton has been with us that is to say during the last five months and has left again or he will not come till later and it will be time enough in the first fine October days to go to Taber Island and leave a notice there that it will be very unfortunate if the Duncan has returned to these parts only a few months ago I hope that is not so replied Sarah Harding and that Heaven has not deprived us of the best chance which remains to us I think observed the reporter that at any rate we shall know what we have to depend on when we have been to Taber Island for if the yacht has returned there they will necessarily have left that is evident answered the engineer so then my friends since we have this chance of returning to our country we must wait patiently and if it is taken from us we shall see what will be best to do at any rate remarked Pancroft it is well understood that if we do leave Lincoln Island it will not be because we were uncomfortable there no Pancroft replied the engineer from all that a man holds dearest in the world his family his friends his native land matters being thus decided the building of a vessel large enough to sail either to the archipelagos in the north or to New Zealand in the west was no longer talked of and they busied themselves in their accustomed occupations with a view to wintering a third time in Granite House however it was agreed that before they had gone their little vessel should be employed in making a voyage round the island a complete survey of the coast had not yet been made and the colonists had but an imperfect idea of the shore to the west and north from the mouth of Falls River to the mandible capes as well as of the narrow bay between them which opened like a shark's jaws the plan of this excursion was proposed by Pancroft and Cyrus Harding fully acquiesced in it as part of his domain the weather was variable but the barometer did not fluctuate by sudden movements and they could therefore count on tolerable weather however during the first week of April after a sudden barometrical fall a renewed rise was marked by a heavy gale of wind lasting five or six days then the needle of the instrument remained stationary at a height of twenty nine inches and nine tenths or an excursion the departure was fixed for the sixteenth of April and the Bonadventure anchored in Port Balloon was provisioned for a voyage which might be of some duration Cyrus Harding informed Ayrton of the projected expedition and proposed that he should take part in it but Ayrton preferring to remain on shore it was decided that he should come to Granite House during the absence of his companions Master Duke was ordered to keep him company and made no rum and stronts on the morning of the sixteenth of April all the colonists including Top embarked a fine breeze blew from the southwest and the Bonadventure tacked on leaving Port Balloon so as to reach reptile end of the ninety miles which the perimeter of the island measured twenty included the south coast between the port and the promontory the wind being right ahead it was necessary to hug the shore it took the whole day to reach the promontory for the vessel on leaving Port had only two hours of ebb tide and had therefore to make way for six hours against the flood it was nightfall before the promontory was doubled the sailor then proposed to the engineer that they should continue sailing slowly with two reefs in the sail but Harding preferred to anchor a few cable links from the shore so as to survey that part of the coast during the day it was agreed also that as they were anxious for a minute exploration of the coast they should not sail during the night but would always when the weather permitted it be it anchor near the shore the night was passing under the promontory and the wind having fallen nothing disturbed the silence the passengers with the exception of the sailor scarcely slept as well on board the Bonadventure as they would have done in their rooms at Granite House but they did sleep however Pencroft set sail at break of day and by going on the larbord tack they could keep close to the shore the colonists knew this beautiful wooded coast since they had already explored it on foot and yet it again excited their admiration they coasted along as close in as possible so as to notice everything avoiding always the trunks of trees which floated here and there several times also they anchored and Gideon Spillett took photographs of the superb scenery about noon the Bonadventure arrived at the mouth of Falls River beyond on the left bank a few scattered trees appeared and three miles further even these dwindled into solitary groups among the western spurs of the mountain whose arid ridge sloped down to the shore what a contrast between the northern and southern part of the coast in proportion as one was woody and fertile so was the other rugged and barren it might have been designated as one of those iron coasts as they are called in some countries and its wild confusion appeared to indicate that a sudden crystallization had been produced in the yet liquid basalt of some distant geological sea these stupendous masses would have terrified the settlers if they had been cast at first on this part of the island they had not been able to perceive the sinister aspect of this shore from the summit of Mount Franklin for they overlooked it from too great a height but viewed from the sea it presented a wild appearance which could not perhaps be equaled in any corner of the globe the Bonadventure sailed along this coast for the distance of half a mile it was easy to see that it was composed of blocks of all sizes from 20 to 300 feet in height and of all shapes round like towers prismatic like staples pyramidal like obelisks conical like factory chimneys an iceberg of the polar seas could not have been more capricious in its terrible sublimity here bridges were thrown from one rock to another there arches like those of a wave into the depths of which the eye could not penetrate in one place large vaulted excavations presented a monumental aspect in another a crowd of columns, spires, and arches such as no gothic cathedral ever possessed every perprice of nature still more varied than those of the imagination appeared on this grand coast which extended over a length of eight or nine miles Cyrus Harding and his companions gazed with a feeling of surprise bordering on stupefaction but although they remained silent top, not being troubled with feelings of this sort uttered barks which were repeated by the thousand echoes of the basaltic cliff the engineer even observed that these barks had something strange in them like those which the dog had uttered at the mouth of the well in Granite House let us go close in said he and the bon adventure sailed as near as possible to the rocky shore perhaps some cave which it would be advisable to explore existed there but Harding saw nothing not a cavern, not a cleft which could serve as a retreat to any being whatever for the foot of the cliff was washed by the surf soon top sparks ceased and the vessel continued her course at a few cables length from the coast and the northwest part of the island the shore became again flat and sandy a few trees here and there rose above a low marshy ground which the colonists had already surveyed and in violent contrast to the other desert shore life was again manifested by the presence of myriads of waterfowl that evening the bon adventure anchored in a small bay to the north of the island near the land such was the depth of water there the night passed quietly for the breeze died away with the last light of day and only rose again with the first streaks of dawn as it was easy to land the usual hunters of the colony that is to say Herbert and Gideon Spillett went for a ramble of two hours or so and returned with several strings of wild duck and snipe top had done wonders and not a bird had been lost thanks to his zeal and cleverness at eight o'clock in the morning the bon adventure set sail and ran rapidly towards North Mandible Cape for the wind was right a stern and freshening rapidly however, observed Pencroft I should not be surprised if a gale came up from the west yesterday the sun set in a very red looking horizon and now this morning those mare's tails don't forebode anything good these mare's tails are cirrus clouds scattered in the zenith their height from the sea being less than five thousand feet they look like light pieces of cotton wool and their presence usually announces some sudden change in the weather well said Harding let us carry as much sail as possible and run for shelter into Shark Gulf I think that the bon adventure will be safe there perfectly, reply Pencroft and besides the north coast is merely sand to look at I shall not be sorry resume the engineer to pass not only to-night but to-morrow in that bay which is worth being carefully explored I think that we shall be obliged to do so whether we like it or not answered Pencroft for the sky looks very threatening towards the west dirty weather is coming on at any rate we will have a favorable wind replied the sailor but we must tack to enter the Gulf and I should like to see my way clear in those unknown quarters quarters which appear to be filled with rocks added Herbert if we judge by what we saw on the south coast of Shark Gulf Pencroft said Cyrus Harding do as you think best we will leave it to you don't make your mind uneasy captain replied the sailor I chose myself needlessly I would rather a knife or run into my ribs than a sharp rock into those of my bone adventure that which Pencroft called ribs was the part of his vessel underwater and he valued it more than his own skin what o'clock is it as Pencroft ten o'clock replied Gideon Spillett and what distance is it to the Cape Captain about fifteen miles replied the engineer that's a matter of two hours and a half said the sailor and we shall be off the Cape between twelve and one o'clock unluckily the tide will be turning at that moment and will be ebbing out of the Gulf I'm afraid that it will be very difficult to get in having both wind and tide against us and the more so that it is a full moon today remarked Herbert and these April tides are very strong well Pencroft can you not anchor off the Cape anchor near land with bad weather coming on exclaim the sailor what are you thinking of Captain we should run aground of a certainty what will you do then I shall try to keep in the offing until the flood that is to say until about seven in the evening and if there is still light enough I will try to enter the Gulf if not we must stand off and on during the night as I told you Pencroft we will leave it to you answered Harding ah said Pencroft if there was only a lighthouse on the coast it would be much more convenient for sailors yes replied Herbert and this time we shall have no obliging engineer to light a fire to guide us into port why indeed my dear Cyrus said spill it we have never thanked you but frankly without that fire asked Harding much astonished at the reporters words we mean Captain answered Pencroft that on board the Bonaventure we were very anxious during the few hours before our return and we should have passed the windward of the island if it had not been for the precaution you took of lighting a fire the night of 19th of October on prospect heights yes that was a lucky idea of mine replied the engineer this time continued the sailor unless the idea occurs to Ayrton there will be no one to do us that little service no no one answered Cyrus Harding a few minutes after finding himself alone in the boughs of the vessel with the reporter the engineer bent down and whispered if there is one thing certain in this world spill it it is that I never lighted any fire during the night of the 19th of October neither on prospect heights nor on any other part of the island end of chapter