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good-humoredly.

 

“I confess you seem to have the best of the argument,

and if Gallia had become a satellite of the moon,

it would not have taken three months to catch sight of her.

I suppose you are right.”

 

While this discussion had been going on, the satellite,

or whatever it might be, had been rising steadily above the horizon,

and had reached a position favorable for observation.

Telescopes were brought, and it was very soon ascertained,

beyond a question, that the new luminary was not the well-known Phoebe

of terrestrial nights; it had no feature in common with the moon.

Although it was apparently much nearer to Gallia than the moon

to the earth, its superficies was hardly one-tenth as large,

and so feebly did it reflect the light of the remote sun,

that it scarcely emitted radiance enough to extinguish

the dim luster of stars of the eighth magnitude.

Like the sun, it had risen in the west, and was now at its full.

To mistake its identity with the moon was absolutely impossible;

not even Servadac could discover a trace of the seas,

chasms, craters, and mountains which have been so minutely

delineated in lunar charts, and it could not be denied that any

transient hope that had been excited as to their once again

being about to enjoy the peaceful smiles of “the queen of night”

must all be resigned.

 

Count Timascheff finally suggested, though somewhat doubtfully,

the question of the probability that Gallia, in her course across

the zone of the minor planets, had carried off one of them;

but whether it was one of the 169 asteroids already included

in the astronomical catalogues, or one previously unknown, he did

not presume to determine. The idea to a certain extent was plausible,

inasmuch as it has been ascertained that several of the telescopic

planets are of such small dimensions that a good walker might make

a circuit of them in four and twenty hours; consequently Gallia,

being of superior volume, might be supposed capable of exercising

a power of attraction upon any of these miniature microcosms.

 

The first night in Nina’s Hive passed without special incident;

and next morning a regular scheme of life was definitely laid down.

“My lord governor,” as Ben Zoof until he was peremptorily forbidden

delighted to call Servadac, had a wholesome dread of idleness

and its consequences, and insisted upon each member of the party

undertaking some special duty to fulfill. There was plenty to do.

The domestic animals required a great deal of attention; a supply

of food had to be secured and preserved; fishing had to be carried

on while the condition of the sea would allow it; and in several

places the galleries had to be further excavated to render them

more available for use. Occupation, then, need never be wanting,

and the daily round of labor could go on in orderly routine.

 

A perfect concord ruled the little colony. The Russians and Spaniards

amalgamated well, and both did their best to pick up various scraps

of French, which was considered the official language of the place.

Servadac himself undertook the tuition of Pablo and Nina, Ben Zoof being

their companion in play-hours, when he entertained them with enchanting

stories in the best Parisian French, about “a lovely city at the foot

of a mountain,” where he always promised one day to take them.

 

The end of March came, but the cold was not intense to such a degree

as to confine any of the party to the interior of their resort;

several excursions were made along the shore, and for a radius

of three or four miles the adjacent district was carefully explored.

Investigation, however, always ended in the same result; turn their course

in whatever direction they would, they found that the country retained

everywhere its desert character, rocky, barren, and without a trace

of vegetation. Here and there a slight layer of snow, or a thin coating

of ice arising from atmospheric condensation indicated the existence

of superficial moisture, but it would require a period indefinitely long,

exceeding human reckoning, before that moisture could collect

into a stream and roll downwards over the stony strata to the sea.

It seemed at present out of their power to determine whether the land

upon which they were so happily settled was an island or a continent,

and till the cold was abated they feared to undertake any lengthened

expedition to ascertain the actual extent of the strange concrete

of metallic crystallization.

 

By ascending one day to the summit of the volcano, Captain Servadac and

the count succeeded in getting a general idea of the aspect of the country.

The mountain itself was an enormous block rising symmetrically to a height of

nearly 3,000 feet above the level of the sea, in the form of a truncated cone,

of which the topmost section was crowned by a wreath of smoke issuing

continuously from the mouth of a narrow crater.

 

Under the old condition of terrestrial things, the ascent of this

steep acclivity would have been attended with much fatigue,

but as the effect of the altered condition of the law of gravity,

the travelers performed perpetual prodigies in the way of agility,

and in little over an hour reached the edge of the crater,

without more sense of exertion than if they had traversed

a couple of miles on level ground. Gallia had its drawbacks,

but it had some compensating advantages.

 

Telescopes in hand, the explorers from the summit scanned the

surrounding view. Their anticipations had already realized what they saw.

Just as they expected, on the north, east, and west lay the Gallian Sea,

smooth and motionless as a sheet of glass, the cold having, as it were,

congealed the atmosphere so that there was not a breath of wind.

Towards the south there seemed no limit to the land, and the volcano formed

the apex of a triangle, of which the base was beyond the reach of vision.

Viewed even from this height, whence distance would do much to soften

the general asperity, the surface nevertheless seemed to be bristling

with its myriads of hexagonal lamellae, and to present difficulties which,

to an ordinary pedestrian, would be insurmountable.

 

“Oh for some wings, or else a balloon!” cried Servadac,

as he gazed around him; and then, looking down to the rock

upon which they were standing, he added, “We seem to have been

transplanted to a soil strange enough in its chemical character

to bewilder the savants at a museum.”

 

“And do you observe, captain,” asked the count, “how the convexity

of our little world curtails our view? See, how circumscribed

is the horizon!”

 

Servadac replied that he had noticed the same circumstance from the top

of the cliffs of Gourbi Island.

 

“Yes,” said the count; “it becomes more and more obvious that ours

is a very tiny world, and that Gourbi Island is the sole productive

spot upon its surface. We have had a short summer, and who knows

whether we are not entering upon a winter that may last for years,

perhaps for centuries?”

 

“But we must not mind, count,” said Servadac, smiling. “We have agreed,

you know, that, come what may, we are to be philosophers.”

 

“Ay, true, my friend,” rejoined the count; “we must be philosophers

and something more; we must be grateful to the good Protector who has

hitherto befriended us, and we must trust His mercy to the end.”

 

For a few moments they both stood in silence, and contemplated

land and sea; then, having given a last glance over

the dreary panorama, they prepared to wend their way down

the mountain. Before, however, they commenced their descent,

they resolved to make a closer examination of the crater.

They were particularly struck by what seemed to them almost

the mysterious calmness with which the eruption was effected.

There was none of the wild disorder and deafening tumult

that usually accompany the discharge of volcanic matter,

but the heated lava, rising with a uniform gentleness,

quietly overran the limits of the crater, like the flow of water

from the bosom of a peaceful lake. Instead of a boiler exposed

to the action of an angry fire, the crater rather resembled

a brimming basin, of which the contents were noiselessly escaping.

Nor were there any igneous stones or red-hot cinders mingled

with the smoke that crowned the summit; a circumstance that quite

accorded with the absence of the pumice-stones, obsidians,

and other minerals of volcanic origin with which the base

of a burning mountain is generally strewn.

 

Captain Servadac was of opinion that this peculiarity augured

favorably for the continuance of the eruption. Extreme violence

in physical, as well as in moral nature, is never of long duration.

The most terrible storms, like the most violent fits of passion,

are not lasting; but here the calm flow of the liquid fire appeared

to be supplied from a source that was inexhaustible, in the same way

as the waters of Niagara, gliding on steadily to their final plunge,

would defy all effort to arrest their course.

 

Before the evening of this day closed in, a most important change

was effected in the condition of the Gallian Sea by the intervention

of human agency. Notwithstanding the increasing cold, the sea,

unruffled as it was by a breath of wind, still retained its liquid state.

It is an established fact that water, under this condition of absolute

stillness, will remain uncongealed at a temperature several degrees

below zero, whilst experiment, at the same time, shows that a very

slight shock will often be sufficient to convert it into solid ice.

It had occurred to Servadac that if some communication could be opened

with Gourbi Island, there would be a fine scope for hunting expeditions.

Having this ultimate object in view, he assembled his little

colony upon a projecting rock at the extremity of the promontory,

and having called Nina and Pablo out to him in front, he said:

“Now, Nina, do you think you could throw something into the sea?”

 

“I think I could,” replied the child, “but I am sure that Pablo

would throw it a great deal further than I can.”

 

“Never mind, you shall try first.”

 

Putting a fragment of ice into Nina’s hand, he addressed himself to Pablo:

 

“Look out, Pablo; you shall see what a nice little fairy Nina is!

Throw, Nina, throw, as hard as you can.”

 

Nina balanced the piece of ice two or three times in her hand,

and threw it forward with all her strength.

 

A sudden thrill seemed to vibrate across the motionless waters

to the distant horizon, and the Gallian Sea had become a solid

sheet of ice!

CHAPTER XXIII

A CARRIER-PIGEON

 

When, three hours after sunset, on the 23d of March, the Gallian

moon rose upon the western horizon, it was observed that she

had entered upon her last quarter. She had taken only four days

to pass from syzygy to quadrature, and it was consequently evident

that she would be visible for little more than a week at a time,

and that her lunation would be accomplished within sixteen days.

The lunar months, like the solar days, had been diminished by

one-half. Three days later the moon was in conjunction with the sun,

and was consequently lost to view; Ben Zoof, as the first observer

of the satellite, was extremely interested in its movements,

and wondered whether it would ever reappear.

 

On the 26th, under an atmosphere perfectly clear and dry,

the thermometer fell to 12 degrees F. below zero.

Of the present distance of Gallia from the sun, and the number

of leagues she had traversed since the receipt of the last

mysterious document, there were no means of judging;

the

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