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By Jules Verne.
Translated by J. G. Ogilvie.
Table of Contents Titlepage Imprint In Which the North Polar Practical Association Rushes a Document Across Two Worlds In Which the Delegates from England, Holland, Sweden, Denmark and Russia Are Presented to the Reader In Which the Arctic Regions Are Sold at Auction to the Highest Bidder In Which Old Acquaintances Appear to Our New Readers, and in Which a Wonderful Man Is Described In Which the Possibility That Coal Mines Surround the North Pole Is Considered In Which a Telephone Communication Between Mrs. Scorbitt and J. T. Maston Is Interrupted In Which President Barbicane Says No More Than Suits His Purpose Yes, Just Like Jupiter In Which Appears the French Gentleman to Whom We Referred at the Beginning of This Truthful Story In Which a Little Uneasiness Begins to Show Itself What Was Found in the Notebook of J. T. Maston and What It No Longer Contained In Which J. T. Maston Heroically Continues to Be Silent At the Close of Which J. T. Maston Utters an Epigram Very Short, but in Which “X” Takes a Geographical Value Which Contains a Few Interesting Details for the Inhabitants of the Earthly Sphere In Which a Crowd of Dissatisfied People Break Into the Cell of J. T. Maston What Had Been Done at Kilimanjaro During Eight Month of This Memorable Year In Which the Population of Wamasai Assemble to Hear President Barbicane Say ‘Fire’ to Capt. Nicholl In Which J. T. Maston Regrets That the Crowd Did Not Lynch Him When He Was in Prison In Which This Story, as Truthful as It Is Improbable, Is Finished Very Short, Since Enough Has Been Said to Make the World’s Population Feel Perfectly Sure Again Colophon Uncopyright ImprintThis ebook is the product of many hours of hard work by volunteers for Standard Ebooks, and builds on the hard work of other literature lovers made possible by the public domain.
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In Which the North Polar Practical Association Rushes a Document Across Two Worlds“Then Mr. Maston, you pretend that a woman has never been able to make mathematical or experimental-science progress?”
“To my extreme regret, I am obliged to, Mrs. Scorbitt,” answered J. T. Maston.
“That there have been some very remarkable women in mathematics, especially in Russia, I fully and willingly agree with you. But, with her cerebral conformation, she cannot become an Archimedes, much less a Newton.”
“Oh, Mr. Maston, allow me to protest in the name of my sex.”
“A sex, Mrs. Scorbitt, much too charming to give itself up to the higher studies.”
“Well then, according to your opinion, no woman seeing an apple fall could have discovered the law of universal gravitation, so that it would have made her the most illustrious scientific person of the seventeenth century?”
“In seeing an apple fall, Mrs. Scorbitt, a woman would have but the single idea—to eat it—for example, our mother Eve.”
“Pshaw, I see very well that you deny us all aptitude for high speculations.”
“All aptitude? No, Mrs. Scorbitt, and in the meanwhile I would like to prove to you that since there are inhabitants on earth, and consequently women, there has not one feminine brain been found yet to which we owe any discoveries like those of Aristotle, Euclid, Kepler, Laplace, etc.”
“Is this a reason? And does the past always prove the future?”
“Well, a person who has done nothing in a thousand years, without a doubt, never will do anything.”
“I see now that I have to take our part, Mr. Maston, and that we are not worth much.”
“In regard to being worth something”—began Mr. Maston, with as much politeness as he could command.
But Mrs. Evangelina Scorbitt, who was perfectly willing to be satisfied, answered promptly: “Each one has his or her lot in this world. You may remain the extraordinary calculator which you are, give yourself up entirely to the immense work to which your friends and yourself will devote their existence. I will be the woman in the case and bring to it my pecuniary assistance.”
“And we will owe you an eternal gratitude,” answered Mr. Maston.
Mrs. Evangelina Scorbitt blushed deliciously, for she felt, according to report, a singular sympathy for J. T. Maston. Besides, is not the heart of a woman an unfathomable gulf?
It was really an immense undertaking to which this rich American widow had resolved to devote large sums of money.
The scheme and its expected results, briefly outlined, were as follows:
The Arctic regions, accurately expressed, include according to Maltebrun, Roclus, Saint-Martin and other high authorities on geography:
The northern Devon, including the ice-covered islands of Baffin’s Sea and Lancaster Sound.
The northern Georgia, made up of banks and numerous islands, such as the islands of Sabine, Byam-Martin, Griffith, Cornwallis, and Bathurst.
The archipelago of Baffin-Parry, including different parts of the circumpolar continent, embracing Cumberland, Southampton, James-Sommerset, Boothia-Felix, Melville, and other parts nearly unknown. Of this great area, crossed by the 78th parallel, there are over 1,400,000 square miles of land and over 700,000 square miles of water.
Within this area intrepid modern discoverers have advanced to the 84th degree of latitude, reaching seacoasts lost behind the high chain of icebergs which may be called the Arctic Highlands, given names to capes, to
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