神秘岛(中文导读英文版)(上部)(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

作者：王勋,纪飞,（法）儒勒·凡尔纳

出版社：清华大学出版社

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前言

儒勒凡尔纳（Jules Verne，1828—1905），法国著名作家，现代科幻小说的奠基人，被誉为“科幻小说之父”。凡尔纳一生共创作了六十多部充满神奇与浪漫的科幻小说，其代表作有《气球上的五星期》、《地心游记》、《从地球到月球》、《海底两万里》、《八十天周游世界》、《格兰特船长的儿女》和《神秘岛》等，这些小说被译成世界上几十种文字，并多次被搬上银幕，在世界上广为流传。

儒勒凡尔纳于1828年2月8日出生在法国西部海港南特。自幼热爱海洋，向往远航探险。他的父亲是一位事业成功的律师，并希望凡尔纳日后也以律师作为职业。18岁时，他遵从父训到首都巴黎攻读法律。可是他对法律毫无兴趣，却爱上了文学和戏剧。1863年，他发表第一部科幻小说《气球上的五星期》，之后又出版了使他获得巨大声誉的科幻三部曲：《格兰特船长的儿女》、《海底两万里》和《神秘岛》。凡尔纳的科幻小说是真实性与大胆幻想的结合：奇幻的故事情节、鲜明的人物形象、丰富而奇妙的想象、浓郁的浪漫主义风格和生活情趣，使之产生了巨大的艺术魅力，赢得了全世界各国读者，特别是青少年读者的喜爱。他的作品中所表现的自然科学方面的许多预言和假设，在他去世之后得以印证和实现，至今仍然启发着人们的想象力和创造力。

总的说来，凡尔纳的小说有两大特点。第一，他的作品是丰富幻想和科学知识的结合。虽然凡尔纳笔下的幻想极为奇特、大胆，但其中有着坚实的科学基础，这些作品既是科学精神的幻想曲，也是富有幻想色彩的科学预言，他的许多科幻猜想最后都变成了现实。例如，他不仅在小说《从地球到月球》中用大炮将探月飞行器送上太空，甚至还将发射场安排在了美国佛罗里达州，这正是“阿波罗登月计划”的发射场；他在小说《海底两万里》中虚构了“鹦鹉螺号”潜水艇，在该小说出版10年后，第一艘真正的潜水艇才下水；在《征服者罗比尔》中有一个类似直升飞机的飞行器，数十年后，人类才将这一设想变成了现实。此外，他的小说中还出现了电视、霓虹灯、导弹、坦克和太空飞船等科学技术应用概念，而这些后来都变成了现实。第二，他的作品中的主人公是一些鲜明、生动而富有进取心和正义感的人物，他们或是地理发现者、探险家、科学家、发明家，他们具有超人的智慧、坚强的毅力和执著不懈的精神；或是反对民族歧视、民族压迫的战士，反对社会不公的抗争者，追求自由的旅行家，在他们身上具有反压迫、反强权、反传统的战斗精神，他们热爱自由、热爱平等，维护人的尊严。凡尔纳所塑造的这些人物形象，他们远大的理想、坚强的性格、优秀的品质和高尚的情操已赢得了亿万读者的喜爱和尊敬，并成为人们向往的偶像和学习的榜样。

1900年，儒勒凡尔纳的第一部中译本小说《八十天周游世界》（当时的中文译名是《八十日环游记》）被介绍给中国的读者，直至新中国成立之前，陆续又有梁启超、鲁迅等文化名人将凡尔纳的作品翻译出版。20世纪50年代后期，凡尔纳的科幻小说又开始为国内翻译界和出版界所关注，并在新中国读者面前重新显示了科幻小说旺盛的生命力。20世纪80年代，凡尔纳的作品再次受到读者的青睐，国内许多出版社相继翻译出版了凡尔纳的科幻小说，一时形成了“凡尔纳热”。

目前，国内已出版的凡尔纳小说的形式主要有两种：一种是中文翻译版，另一种是中英文对照版。而其中的中英文对照读本比较受读者的欢迎，这主要是得益于中国人热衷于学习英文的大环境。从英文学习的角度来看，直接使用纯英文的学习资料更有利于英语学习。考虑到对英文内容背景的了解有助于英文阅读，使用中文导读应该是一种比较好的方式，也可以说是该类型书的第三种版本形式。采用中文导读而非中英文对照的方式进行编排，这样有利于国内读者摆脱对英文阅读依赖中文注释的习惯。基于以上原因，我们决定编译凡尔纳系列科幻小说中的经典，其中包括《气球上的五星期》、《地心游记》、《从地球到月球》、《环游月球》、《海底两万里》、《八十天周游世界》、《格兰特船长的儿女》、《神秘岛》、《沙皇的信使》、《隐身新娘》、《无名之家》、《征服者罗比尔》、《大臣号幸存者》、《亚马逊漂流记》、《太阳系历险记》、《两年假期》和《测量子午线》等，并采用中文导读英文版的形式出版。在中文导读中，我们尽力使其贴近原作的精髓，也尽可能保留原作的风格。我们希望能够编出为当代中国读者所喜爱的经典读本。读者在阅读英文故事之前，可以先阅读中文导读内容，这样有利于了解故事背景，从而加快阅读速度。我们相信，这些经典著作的引进对加强当代中国读者，特别是青少年读者的科学素养和人文修养是非常有帮助的。

本书主要内容由王勋、纪飞编译。参加本书故事素材搜集整理及编译工作的还有郑佳、刘乃亚、赵雪、左新杲、黄福成、冯洁、徐鑫、马启龙、王业伟、王旭敏、陈楠、王多多、邵舒丽、周丽萍、王晓旭、李永振、孟宪行、熊红华、胡国平、熊建国、徐平国、王小红等。限于我们的文学素养和英语水平，书中难免不当之处，衷心希望读者朋友批评指正。上部First　Period第一章　Chapter 1导读

一八六五年三月二十三日下午快四点时，在太平洋上，一只氢气球被卷进龙卷风顶部的旋涡中。气球以时速九十英里的速度掠过，同时自身也在不停地转动着。

气球的吊篮中坐着五个人和一条狗，吊篮中的人扔下枪支弹药等物后，又升到四千五百英尺的高空。

三月二十四日早晨，龙卷风转变成七级“疾风”。中午十一点，气球变成了椭圆形，开始下降。人们将存粮等最后一些物品也扔了出去，但气球里面氢气不足，他们面临着坠入海中的危险。

两点时，面对气球下四百米的海面，一个洪亮的声音让大家扔掉所有的东西。装着一万金法郎的袋子被扔到水中，人们抓着网索，吊篮也被扔到海里，气球又上升到两千英尺。

这时，人们发现了三十英里外的陆地。四点时，气球贴近了水面。半小时后，离陆地还有一英里，大家的半个身子已经浸在海里了。但就在离海岸还有几百米时，气球神奇地上升到了一千五百英尺的高空，风把它吹向与陆地平行的方向，最终落在了沙滩上。只有四名乘客从气球跳到岸上，刚才气球上升时有一名乘客掉到海里了。re we rising again？”“No. On the contrary.”“A

“Are we descending？”

“Worse than that, captain！we are falling！”

“For Heaven's sake heave out the ballast！”

“There！the last sack is empty！”

“Does the balloon rise？”

“No！”

“I hear a noise like the dashing of waves. The sea is below the car！It cannot be more than 500 feet from us！”

“Over board with every weight……everything！”

Such were the loud and startling words which resounded through the air, above the vast watery desert of the Pacific, about four o'clock in the evening of the 23rd of March，1865.

Few can possibly have forgotten the terrible storm from the northeast, in the middle of the equinox of that year. The tempest raged without intermission from the 18th to the 26th of March.Its ravages were terrible in America, Europe, and Asia, covering a distance of eighteen hundred miles, and extending obliquely to the equator from the thirty-fifth north parallel to the fortieth south parallel.Towns were overthrown, forests uprooted, coasts devastated by the mountains of water which were precipitated on them, vessels cast on the shore, which the published accounts numbered by hundreds, whole districts leveled by waterspouts which destroyed everything they passed over, several thousand people crushed on land or drowned at sea；such were the traces of its fury, left by this devastating tempest.It surpassed in disasters those which so frightfully ravaged Havana and Guadalupe, one on the 25th of October，1810，the other on the 26th of July，1825.

But while so many catastrophes were taking place on land and at sea, a drama not less exciting was being enacted in the agitated air.

In fact, a balloon, as a ball might be carried on the summit of a waterspout, had been taken into the circling movement of a column of air and had traversed space at the rate of ninety miles an hour, turning round and round as if seized by some aerial maelstrom.

Beneath the lower point of the balloon swung a car, containing five passengers, scarcely visible in the midst of the thick vapor mingled with spray swhich hung over the surface of the ocean.

Whence, it may be asked, had come that plaything of the tempest？From what part of the world did it rise？It surely could not have started during the storm. But the storm had raged five days already, and the first symptoms were manifested on the 18th.It cannot be doubted that the balloon came from a great distance, for it could not have traveled less than two thousand miles in twenty-four hours.

At any rate the passengers, destitute of all marks for their guidance, could not have possessed the means of reckoning the route traversed since their departure. It was a remarkable fact that, although in the very midst of the furious tempest, they did not suffer from it.They were thrown about and whirled round and round without feeling the rotation in the slightest degree, or being sensible that they were removed from a horizontal position.

Their eyes could not pierce through the thick mist which had gathered beneath the car. Dark vapor was all around them.Such was the density of the atmosphere that they could not be certain whether it was day or night.No reflection of light, no sound from inhabited land, no roating of the ocean could have reached them, through the obscurity, while suspended in those elevated zones.Their rapid descent alone had informed them of the dangers which they ran from the waves.However, the balloon, lightened of heavy articles, such as ammunition, arms, and provisions, had risen into the higher layers of the atmosphere, to a height of 4，500 feet.The voyagers, after having discovered that the sea extended beneath them, and thinking the dangers above less dreadful than those below, did not hesitate to throw overboard even their most useful articles, while they endeavored to lose no more of that fluid, the life of their enterprise, which sustained them above the abyss.

The night passed in the midst of alarms which would have been death to less energetic souls. Again the day appeared and with it the tempest began to moderate.From the beginning of that day, the 24th of March, it showed symptoms of abating.At dawn, some of the lighter clouds had risen into the more lofty regions of the air.In a few hours the wind had changed from a hurricane to a fresh breeze, that is to say, the rate of the transit of the atmospheric layers was diminished by half.It was still what sailors call“a close-reefed topsail breeze，”but the commotion in the elements had none the less considerably diminished.

Towards eleven o'clock, the lower region of the air was sensibly clearer. The atmosphere threw off that chilly dampness which is felt after the passage of a great meteor.The storm did not seem to have gone farther to the west.It appeared to have exhausted itself.Could it have passed away in electric sheets, as is sometimes the case with regard to the typhoons of the Indian Ocean？

But at the same time, it was also evident that the balloon was again slowly descending with a regular movement. It appeared as if it were, little by little, collapsing, and that its case was lengthening and extending, passing from a spherical to an oval form.Towards midday the balloon was hovering above the sea at a height of only 2，000 feet.It contained 50，000 cubic feet of gas, and, thanks to its capacity, it could maintain itself a long time in the air, although it should reach a great altitude or might be thrown into a horizontal position.

Perceiving their danger, the passertgers east away the last articles which still weighed down the car, the few provisions they had kept, everything, even to their pocket-knives, and one of them, having hoisted himself on to the circles which united the cords of the net, tried to secure more firmly the lower point of the balloon.

It was, however, evident to the voyagers that the gas was failing, and that the balloon could no longer be sustained in the higher regions. They must infallibly perish！

There was not a continent, nor even an island, visible beneath them. The watery expanse did not present a single speck of land, not a solid surface upon which their anchor could hold.

It was the open sea, whose waves were still dashing with tremendous violence！It was the ocean, without any visible limits, even for those whose gaze, from their commanding position, extended over a radius of forty miles. The vast liquid plain, lashed without mercy by the storm, appeared as if covered with herds of furious chargers, whose white and disheveled crests were streaming in the wind.No land was in sight, not a solitary ship could be seen.It was necessary at any cost to arrest their downward course, and to prevent the balloon from being engulfed in the waves.The voyagers directed all their energies to this urgent work.But, notwithstanding their efforts, the balloon still fell, and at the same time shifted with the greatest rapidity, following the direction of the wind, that is to say, from the northeast to the southwest.

Frightful indeed was the situation of these unfortunate men. They were evidently no longer masters of the machine.All their attempts were useless.The case of the balloon collapsed more and more.The gas escaped without any possibility of retaining it.Their descent was visibly accelerated, and soon after midday the car hung within 600 feet of the ocean.

It was impossible to prevent the escape of gas, which rushed through a large rent in the silk. By lightening the car of all the articles which it contained, the passengers had been able to prolong their suspension in the air for a few hours.But the inevitable catastrophe could only be retarded, and if land did not appear before night, voyagers, car, and balloon must to a certainty vanish beneath the waves.

They now resorted to the only remaining expedient. They were truly dauntless men, who knew how to look death in the face.Not a single murmur escaped from their lips.They were determined to struggle to the last minute, to do anything to retard their fall.The car was only a sort of willow basket, unable to float, and there was not the slightest possibility of maintaining it on the surface of the sea.

Two more hours passed and the balloon was scarcely 400 feet above the water.

At that moment a loud voice, the voice of a man whose heart was inaccessible to fear, was heard. To this voice responded others not less determined.

“Is everything thrown out？”

“No, here are still 2，000 dollars in gold.”

A heavy bag immediately plunged into the sea.

“Does the balloon rise？”

“A little, but it will not be long before it falls again.”

“What still remains to be thrown out？”

“Nothing.”

“Yes！the car！”

“Let us catch hold of the net, and into the sea with the car.”

This was, in fact, the last and only mode of lightening the balloon. The ropes which held the car were cut, and the balloon, after its fall, mounted 2，000 feet.The five voyagers had hoisted themselves into the net, and clung to the meshes, gazing at the abyss.

The delicate sensibility of balloons is well known. It is sufficient to throw out the lightest article to produce a difference in its vertical position.The apparatus in the air is like a balance of mathematical precision.It can be thus easily understood that when it is lightened of any considerable weight its movement will be impetuous and sudden.So it happened on this occasion.But after being suspended for an instant aloft, the balloon began to redescend, the gas escaping by the rent which it was impossible to repair.

The men had done all that men could do. No human efforts could save them now.

They must trust to the mercy of Him who rules the elements.

At four o'clock the balloon was only 500 feet above the surface of the water.

A loud barking was heard. A dog accompanied the voyagers, and was held pressed close to his master in the meshes of the net.

“Top has seen something，”cried one of the men. Then immediately a loud voice shouted，—

“Land！land！”The balloon, which the wind still drove towards the southwest, had since daybreak gone a considerable distance, which might be reckoned by hundreds of miles, and a tolerably high land had, in fact, appeared in that direction. But this land was still thirty miles off.It would not take less than an hour to get to it, and then there was the chance of falling to leeward.

An hour！Might not the balloon before that be emptied of all the fluid it yet retained？

Such was the terrible question！The voyagers could distinctly see that solid spot which they must reach at any cost. They were ignorant of what it was, whether an island or a continent, for they did not know to what part of the world the hurricane had driven them.But they must reach this land, whether inhabited or desolate, whether hospitable or not.

It was evident that the balloon could no longer support itself！Several times already had the crests of the enormous billows licked the bottom of the net, making it still heavier, and the balloon only half rose, like a bird with a wounded wing. Half an hour later the land was not more than a mile off, but the balloon, exhausted, flabby, hanging in great folds, had gas in its upper part alone.The voyagers, clinging to the net, were still too heavy for it, and soon, half plunged into the sea, they were beaten by the furious waves.The balloon-ease bulged out again, and the wind, taking it, drove it along like a vessel.Might it not possibly thus reach the land？

But, when only two fathoms off, terrible cries resounded from four pairs of lungs at once. The balloon, which had appeared as if it would never again rise, suddenly made an unexpected bound, after having been struck by a tremendous sea.As if it had been at that instant relieved of a new part of its weight, it mounted to a height of 1，500 feet, and here it met a current of wind, which instead of taking it directly to the coast, carried it in a nearly parallel direction.

At last, two minutes later, it reached obliquely, and finally fell on a sandy beach, out of the reach of the waves.

The voyagers, aiding each other, managed to disengage themselves from the meshes of the net. The balloon, relieved of their weight, was taken by the wind, and like a wounded bird which revives for an instant, disappeared into space.

But the car had contained five passengers, with a dog, and the balloon only left four on the shore.

The missing person had evidently been swept off by the sea, which had just struck the net, and it was owing to this circumstance that the lightened balloon rose the last time, and then soon after reached the land. Scarcely had the four castaways set foot on firm ground, than they all, thinking of the absent one, simultaneously exclaimed，“Perhaps he will try to swim to land！Let us save him！let us save him！”第二章　Chapter 2导读

气球上的人是从里士满龙利斯格兰特将军士兵包围下逃出的战俘，五天中，他们飘到了七千英里外的地方。

他们是在二月份格兰特将军指挥攻击里士满的战斗中被对方俘虏的，其中有联邦参谋部的工程师赛勒斯哈顿，他曾担任铁路部门的领导工作，参加过南北战争。

这些战俘中，还有一位《纽约先驱报》记者热代翁斯皮莱，他性格坚毅、见多识广，跑遍了世界各地，看起来有四十岁，身材高大。他和赛勒斯·哈顿是在疗养期间认识的。两人尽管可以在城里自由活动，但没有逃跑的机会。

工程师的仆人——三十岁的纳布乔多诺索，大家都叫他纳布，得知主人被俘，冒着生命危险潜入了这座城市，终于找到了主人。

被围的南方军队中里士满的总督很想与李将军联系，乔纳森福斯特便有了乘气球出去的计划，总督批准了他的计划，并有五人跟随他出行。

于是气球被充满了气停在广场上，吊篮里配备了武器、粮食。预计十八日起飞，但暴风使计划推迟了。

二十日早晨，工程师被陌生的、看起来不到四十岁的水手彭克罗夫喊住。他是和孤儿哈伯布朗来办事而被困在这里的，他直截了当地问工程师想不想乘气球逃出去。

他们到工程师的住处说了计划。工程师表示要带走斯皮莱记者和仆人纳布，这样总共有五个人，气球可载六个人。当告诉记者这个计划时，他马上就同意了。大家决定当晚十点行动。

当晚，广场一片漆黑。由于天气恶劣，没人守护气球。九点半，他们在吊篮旁会合。进入吊篮后，工程师让水手把压载物解下，水手做完后回到吊篮里。这时，工程师的爱犬托普挣脱链条追来了，于是水手又扔了两袋沙包，解开缆绳，气球便升到空中。五天后降落在离祖国六千多英里的海岸，但工程师落入了海中。hose whom the hurricane had just thrown on this coast were neither aeronauts by profession nor amateurs. They were Tprisoners of war whose boldness had induced them to escape in this extraordinary manner.A hundred times they had almost perished！A hundred times had they almost fallen from their torn balloon into the depths of the ocean.But Heaven had reserved them for a strange destiny, and after having, on the 20th of March, escaped from Richmond, besieged by the troops of General Ulysses Grant, they found themselves seven thousand miles from the capital of Virginia, which was the principal stronghold of the South, during the terrible War of Secession.Their aerial voyage had lasted five days.

The curious circumstances which led to the escape of the prisoners were as follows：

That same year, in the month of February，1865，in one of the coups de main by which General Grant attempted, though in vain, to possess himself of Richmond, several of his officers fell into the power of the enemy and were detained in the town. One of the most distinguished was Captain Cyrus Harding.He was a native of Massachusetts, a first-class engineer, to whom the government had confided, during the war, the direction of the railways, which were so important at that time.A true Northerner, thin, bony, lean, about forty-five years of age；his close-cut hair and his beard, of which he only kept a thick mustache, were already getting gray.He had one-of those finely-developed heads which appear made to be struck on a medal, piercing eyes, a serious mouth, the physiognomy of a clever man of the military school.He was one of those engineers who began by handling the hammer and pickaxe, like generals who first act as common soldiers.Besides mental power, he also possessed great manual dexterity.His muscles exhibited remarkable proofs of tenacity.A man of action as well as a man of thought, all he did was without effort to one of his vigorous and sanguine temperament.Learned, clear-headed, and practical, he fulfilled in all emergencies those three conditions which united ought to insure human success—activity of mind and body, impetuous wishes, and powerful will.He might have taken for his motto that of William of Orange in the 17th century：“I can undertake and persevere even without hope of success.”

Cyrus Harding was courage personified. He had been in all the battles of that war.After having begun as a volunteer at Illinois, under Ulysses Grant, he fought at Paducah, Belmont, Pittsburg Landing, at the siege of Corinth, Port Gibson, Black River, Chattanooga, the Wilderness, on the Potomac, everywhere and valiantly, a soldier worthy of the general who said，“I never count my dead！”And hundecds of times Captain Harding had almost been among those who were not counted by the terrible Grant；but in these combats where he never spared himself, fortune favored him till the moment when he was wounded and taken prisoner on the field of battle near Richmond.At the same time and on the same day another important personage fell into the hands of the Southerners.This was no other than Gideon Spilett, a reporter for the New York Herald, who had been ordered to follow the changes of the war in the midst of the Northern armies.

Gideon Spilett was one of that race of indomitable English or American chroniclers, like Stanley and others, who stop at nothing to obtain exact information, and transmit it to their journal in the shortest possible time. The newspapers of the Union, such as the New York Herald, are genuine powers, and their reporters are men to be reckoned with.Gideon Spilett ranked among the first of those reporters：a man of great merit, energetic, prompt and ready for anything, full of ideas, having traveled over the whole world, soldier and artist, enthusiastic in council, resolute in action, caring neither for trouble, fatigue, nor danger, when in pursuit of information, for himself first, and then for his journal, a perfect treasury of knowledge on all sorts of curious subjects, of the unpublished, of the unknown, and of the impossible.He was one of those intrepid observers who write under fire，“reporting”among bullets, and to whom every danger is welcome.

He also had been in all the battles, in the first rank, revolver in one hand, note-book in the other；grape-shot never made his pencil tremble. He did not fatigue the wires with incessant telegrams, like those who speak when they have nothing to say, but each of his notes, short, decisive, and clear, threw light on some important point.Besides, he was not wanting in humor.It was he who, after the affair of the Black River, determined at any cost to keep his place at the wicket of the telegraph office, and after having announced to his journal the result of the battle, telegraphed for two hours the first chapters of the Bible.It cost the New York Herald two thousand dollars, but the New York Herald published the first intelligence.

Gideon Spilett was tall. He was rather more than forty years of age.Light whiskers bordering on red surrounded his face.His eye was steady, lively, rapid in its changes.It was the eye of a man accustomed to take in at a glance all the details of a scene.Well built, he was inured to all climates, like a bar of steel hardened in cold water.

For ten years Gideon Spilett had been the reporter of the New York Herald, which he enriched by his letters and drawings, for he was as skillful in the use of the pencil as of the pen. When be was captured, he was in the act of making a description and sketch of the battle.The last words in his note-book were these：“A Southern rifleman has just taken aim at me, but—”The Southerner notwithstanding missed Gideon Spilett, who, with his usual fortune, came out of this affair without a scratch.

Cyrus Harding and Gideon Spilett, who did not know each other except by reputation, had both been carried to Richmond. The engineer's wounds rapidly healed, and it was during his convalescence that he made acquaintance with the reporter.The two men then learned to appreciate each other.Soon their common aim had but one object, that of escaping, rejoining Grant's army, and fighting together in the ranks of the Federals.

The two Americans had from the first determined to seize every chance；but although they were allowed to wander at liberty in the town, Richmond was so strictly guarded, that escape appeared impossible. In the meanwhile Captain Harding was rejoined by a servant who was devoted to him in life and in death.This intrepid fellow was a Negro born on the engineer's estate, of a slave father and mother, but to whom Cyrus, who was an Abolitionist from conviction and heart, had long since given his freedom.The once slave, though free, would not leave his master.He would have died for him.He was a man of about thirty, vigorous, active, clever, intelligent, gentle, and calm, sometimes naive, always merry, obliging, and honest.His name was Nebuchadnezzar, but he only answered to the familiar abbreviation of Neb.

When Neb heard that his master had been made prisoner, he left Massachusetts without hesitating an instant, arrived before Richmond, and by dint of stratagem and shrewdness, after having risked his life twenty times over, managed to penetrate into the besieged town. The pleasure of Cyrus on seeing his servant, and the joy of Neb at finding his master, can scarcely be described.

But though Neb had been able to make his way into Richmond, it was quite another thing to get out again, for the Northern prisoners were very strictly watched. Some extraordinary opportunity was needed to make the attempt with any chance of success, and this opportunity not only did not present itself, but was very difficult to find.

Meanwhile Grant continued his energetic operations. The victory of Petersburg had been very dearly bought.His forces, united to those of Buffer, had as yet been unsuccessful before Richmond, and nothing gave the prisoners any hope of a speedy deliverance.

The reporter, to whom his tedious captivity did not offer a single incident worthy of note, could stand it no longer. His usually active mind was occupied with one sole thought—he might get out of Richmond at any cost.Several times had he even made the attempt, but was stopped by some insurmountable obstacle.However, the siege continued；and if the prisoners were anxious to escape and join Grant's army, certain of the besieged were no less anxious to join the Southern forces.Among them was one Jonathan Forster, a determined Southerner.The truth was, that if the prisoners of the Secessionists could not leave the town, neither could the Secessionists themselves while the Northern army invested it.The Governor of Richmond for a long time had been unable to communicate with General Lee, and he very much wished to make known to him the situation of the town, so as to hasten the march of the army to their relief.Thus Jonathan Forster accordingly conceived the idea of rising in a balloon, so as to pass over the besieging lines, and in that way reach the Secessionist camp.

The Governor authorized the attempt. A balloon was manufactured and placed at the disposal of Forster, who was to be accompanied by five other persons.They were furnished with arms in case they might have to defend themselves when they alighted, and provisions in the event of their aerial voyage being prolonged.

The departure of the balloon was fixed for the 18th of March. It should be effected during the night, with a northwest wind of moderate force, and the aeronauts calculated that they would reach General Lee's camp in a few hours.

But this northwest wind was not a simple breeze. From the 18th it was evident that it was changing to a hurricane.The tempest soon became such that Forster's departure was deferred, for it was impossible to risk the balloon and those whom it carried in the midst of the furious elements.

The balloon, inflated on the great square of Richmond, was ready to depart on the first abatement of the wind. and, as may be supposed, the impatience among the besieged to see the storm moderate was very great.

The 18th, the 19th of March passed without any alteration in the weather. There was even great difficulty in keeping the balloon fastened to the ground, as the squalls dashed it furiously about.

The night of the 19th passed, but the next morning the storm blew with redoubled force. The departure of the balloon was impossible.

On that day the engineer, Cyrus Harding, was accosted in one of the streets of Richmond by a person whom he did not in the least know. This was a sailor named Pencroft, a man of about thirty-five or forty years of age, strongly built, very sunburnt, and possessed of a pair of bright sparkling eyes and a remarkably good physiognomy.Pencroft was an American from the North, who had sailed all the ocean over, and who had gone through every possible and almost impossible adventure that a being with two feet and no wings would encounter.It is needless to say that he was a bold, dashing fellow, ready to dare anything and was astonished at nothing.Pencroft at the beginning of the year had gone to Richmond on business, with a young boy of fifteen from New Jersey, son of a former captain, an orphan, whom he loved as if he had been his own child.Not having been able to leave the town before the first operations of the siege, he found himself shut up, to his great disgust；but, not accustomed to succumb to difficulties, he resolve to escape by some means or other.He knew the engineer-officer by reputation；he knew with what impatience that determined man chafed under his restraint.On this day he did not, therefore, hesitate to accost him, saying, without circumlocution，“Have you had enough of Richmond, captain？”

The engineer looked fixedly at the man who spoke, and who added, in a low voice，—

“Captain Harding, will you try to escape？”

“When？”asked the engineer quickly, and it was evident that this question was uttered with out consideration, for he had not yet examined the stranger who addressed him. But after having with a penetrating eye observed the open face of the sailor, he was convinced that he had before him an honest man.

“Who are you？”he asked briefly.

Pencroft made himself known.

“Well，”replied Harding，“and in what way do you propose to escape？”

“By that lazy balloon which is left there doing nothing, and which looks to me as if it was waiting on purpose for us—”

There was no necessity for the sailor to finish his sentence. The engineer understood him at once.He seized Pencroft by the arm, and dragged him to his house.There the sailor developed his project, which was indeed extremely simple.They risked nothing but their lives in its execution.The hurricane was in all its violence, it is true, but so clever and daring an engineer as Cyrus Harding knew perfectly well how to manage a balloon.Had he himself been as well acquainted with the art of sailing in the air as he was with the navigation of a ship, Pencroft would not have hesitated to set out, of course taking his young friend Herbert with him；for, accustomed to brave the fiercest tempests of the ocean, he was not to be hindered on account of the hurricane.

Captain Harding had listened to the sailor without saying a word, but his eyes shone with satisfaction. Here was the long-sought-for opportunity—he was not a man to let it pass.The plan was feasible, though, it must be confessed, dangerous in the extreme.In the night, in spite of their guards, they might approach the balloon, slip into the car, and then cut the cords which held it.There was no doubt that they might be killed, but on the other hand they might succeed, and without this storm！—Without this storm the balloon would have started already and the looked-for opportunity would not have then presented itself.

“I am not alone！”said Harding at last.

“How many people do you wish to bring with you？”asked the sailor.

“Two；my friend Spilett, and my servant Neb.”

“That will be three，”replied Pencroft；“and with Herbert and me five. But the balloon will hold six……”

“That will be enough, we will go，”answered Harding in a firm voice.

This“we”included Spilett, for the reporter, as his friend well knew, was not a man to draw back, and when the project was communicated to him he approved of it unreservedly. What astonished him was, that so simple an idea had not occurred to him before.As to Neb, he followed his master wherever his master wished to go.

“This evening, then，”said Pencroft，“we will all meet out there.”

“This evening, at ten o'clock，”replied Captain Harding；“and Heaven grant that the storm does not abate before our departure.”

Pencroft took leave of the two friends, and returned to his lodging, where young Herbert Brown had remained. The courageous boy knew of the sailor's plan, and it was not without anxiety that he awaited the result of the proposal being made to the engineer.Thus five determined persons were about to abandon themselves to the mercy of the tempestuous elements！

No！the storm did not abate, and neither Jonathan Forster nor his companions dreamed of confronting it in that frail car. It would be a terrible journey.The engineer only feared one thing；it was that the balloon, held to the ground and dashed about by the wind, would be torn into shreds.For several hours he roamed round the nearly deserted square, surveying the apparatus.Pencroft did the same on his side, his hands in his pockets, yawning now and then like a man who did not know how to kill the time.But really dreading, like his friend, either the escape or destruction of the balloon.

Evening arrived. The night was dark in the extreme.Thick mists passed like clouds close to the ground.Rain fell mingled with snow.It was very cold.A mist hung over Richmond.It seemed as if the violent storm had produced a truce between the besiegers and the besieged, and that the cannon were silenced by the louder detonations of the storm.The streets of the town were deserted.It had not even appeared necessary in that horrible weather to place a guard in the square, in the midst of which plunged the balloon.Everything favored the departure of the prisoners, but what might possibly be the termination of the hazardous voyage they contemplated in the midst of the furious elements？—

“Dirty weather！”exclaimed Pencroft, fixing his hat firmly on his head with a blow of his fist；“but pshaw, we shall succeed all the same！”

At half-past nine, Harding and his companions glided from different directions into the square, which the gas-lamps, extinguished by the wind, had left in total obscurity. Even the enormous balloon, almost beaten to the ground, could not be seen.Independently of the sacks of ballast, to which the cords of the net were fastened, the car was held by a strong cable passed through a ring in the pavement.The five prisoners met by the car.They had not been perceived, and such was the darkness that they could not even see each other.

Without speaking a word, Harding, Spilett, Neb, and Herbert took their places in the car, while Pencroft by the engineer's order detached successively the bags of ballast. It was the work of a few minutes only, and the sailor rejoined his companions.

The balloon was then only held by the cable, and the engineer had nothing to do but to give the word.

At that moment a dog sprang with a bound into the car. It was Top, a favorite of the engineer.The faithful creature, having broken his chain, had followed his master.He, however, fearing that its additional weight might impede their ascent, wished to send away the animal.

“One more will make but little difference, poor beast！”exclaimed Pencroft, heaving out two bags of sand, and as he spoke letting go the cable；the balloon ascending in an oblique direction, disappeared, after having dashed the car against two chimneys, which it threw down as it swept by them.

Then, indeed, the full rage of the hurricane was exhibited to the voyagers. During the night the engineer could not dream of descending, and when day broke, even a glimpse of the earth below was intercepted by fog.Five days had passed when a partial clearing allowed them to see the wide extending ocean beneath their feet, now lashed into the maddest fury by the gale.

Our readers will recollect what befell these five daring individuals who set out on their hazardous expedition in the balloon on the 20th of March. Five days afterwards four of them were thrown on a desert coast, seven thousand miles from their country！But one of their number was missing, the man who was to be their guide, their leading spirit, the engineer.Captain Harding！The instant they had recovered their feet, they all hurried to the beach in the hopes of rendering him assistance.第三章　Chapter 3导读

工程师被冲走，爱犬托普也随他去了，记者领大家开始寻找。他们知道工程师会游泳，并和托普在一起，便沿着北岸寻找，大声地喊着。二十分钟后他们来到一个尖角，在此呼唤了一会儿，便原路返回，走了两英里左右，又被海水挡住了，水手告诉大家他们现在是在一个岛上。

由于天黑，他们只好第二天再找。三月二十五日早上，天空起了雾。六点半时，雾气淡了，他们看到小岛和海岸之间隔着半英里的海峡。纳布跳入水中向海岸游去，水手阻止住也要下水的记者，让他等退潮后再过去。

纳布上了岸，消失在岩石后面，其余的人吃了沙滩上的贝壳动物作为早餐。

退潮时沙滩上露出了黑的岩石，上面有三百英尺高的尖顶，三英里长的海岸高地像个平台。高地上没有树，七英里以外的山顶上有白色的积雪。现在谁也弄不清楚它是否与大陆相连。

三小时后，海水退了，谷底只剩下窄窄的水道，他们三人把衣服顶在头上，通过了不到五英尺深的海沟。he engineer, the meshes of the net having given way, had been carried off by a wave. His dog also had disappeared.The faithful Tanimal had voluntarily leaped out to help his master.

“Forward，”cried the reporter；and all four, Spilett, Herbert, Pencroft, and Neb, forgetting their fatigue, began their search. Poor Neb shed bitter tears, giving way to despair at the thought of having lost the only being he loved on earth.

Only two minutes had passed from the time when Cyrus Harding disappeared to the moment when his companions set foot on the ground. They had hopes therefore of arriving in time to save him.“Let us look for him！let us look for him！”cried Neb.

“Yes, Neb，”replied Gideon Spilett，“and we will find him too！”

“Living, I trust！”

“Still living！”

“Can he swim？”asked Pencroft.

“Yes，”replied Neb，“and besides, Top is there.”

The sailor, observing the heavy surf on the shore, shook his head.

The engineer had disappeared to the north of the shore, and nearly half a mile from the place where the castaways had landed. The nearest point of the beach he could reach was thus fully that distance off.

It was then nearly six o'clock. A thick fog made the night very dark.The castaways proceeded toward the north of the land on which chance had thrown them, an unknown region, the geographical situation of which they could not even guess.They were walking upon a sandy soil, mingled with stones, which appeared destitute of any sort of vegetation.The ground, very unequal and rough, was in some places perfectly riddled with holes, making walking extremely painful.From these holes escaped every minute great birds of clumsy flight, which flew in all directions.Others, more active, rose in flocks and passed in clouds over their heads.The sailor thought he recognized gulls and cormorants, whose shrill cries rose above the roaring of the sea.

From time to time the castaways stopped and shouted, then listened for some response from the ocean, for they thought that if the engineer had landed, and they had been near to the place, they would have heard the barking of the dog Top, even should Harding himself have been unable to give any sign of existence. They stopped to listen, but no sound arose above the roaring of the waves and the dashing of the surf.The little band then continued their march forward, searching into every hollow of the shore.

After walking for twenty minutes, the four castaways were suddenly brought to a standstill by the sight of foaming billows close to their feet. The solid ground ended here.They found themselves at the extremity of a sharp point on which the sea broke furiously.

“It is a promontory，”said the sailor；“we must retrace our steps, holding towards the right, and we shall thus gain the mainland.”

“But if he is there，”said Neb, pointing to the ocean, whose waves shone of a snowy white in the darkness.

“Well, let us call again，”and all uniting their voices, they gave a vigorous shout, but there came no reply. They waited for a lull, then began again；still no reply.

The castaways accordingly returned, following the opposite side of the promontory, over a soil equally sandy and rugged. However, Pencroft observed that the shore was more equal, that the ground rose, and he declared that it was joined by a long slope to a hill, whose massive front he thought that he could see looming indistinctly through the mist.The birds were less numerous on this part of the shore；the sea was also less tumultuous, and they observed that the agitation of the waves was diminished.The noise of the surf was scarcely heard.This side of the promontory evidently formed a semicircular bay, which the sharp point sheltered from the breakers of the open sea.

But to follow this direction was to go south, exactly opposite to that part of the coast where Harding might have landed. After a walk of a mile and a half, the shore presented no curve which would permit them to return to the north.This promontory, of which they had turned the point, must be attached to the mainland.The castaways, although their strength was nearly exhausted, still marched courageously forward, hoping every moment to meet with a sudden angle which would set them in the first direction.What was their disappointment, when, after trudging nearly two miles, having reached an elevated point composed of slippery rocks, they found themselves again stopped by the sea.

“We are on an islet，”said Pencroft，“and we have surveyed it from one extremity to the other.”

The sailor was right；they had been thrown, not on a continent, not even on an island, but on an islet which was not more than two miles in length, with even a less breadth.

Was this barren spot the desolate refuge of sea-birds, strewn with stones and destitute of vegetation, attached to a more important archipelago？It was impossible to say. When the voyagers from their car saw the land through the mist, they had not been able to reconnoiter it sufficiently.However, Pencroft, accustomed with his sailor eyes to piece through the gloom, was almost certain that he could clearly distinguish in the west confused masses which indicated an elevated coast.But they could not in the dark determine whether it was a single island, or connected with others.They could not leave it either, as the sea surrounded them；they must therefore put off till the next day their search for the engineer, from whom, alas！not a single cry had reached them to show that he was still in existence.

“The silence of our friend proves nothing，”said the reporter.“Perhaps he has fainted or is wounded, and unable to reply directly, so we will not despair.”

The reporter then proposed to light a fire on a point of the islet, which would serve as a signal to the engineer. But they searched in vain for wood or dry brambles；nothing but sand and stones were to be found.The grief of Neb and his companions, who were all strongly attached to the intrepid Harding, can be better pictured than described.It was too evident that they were powerless to help him.They must wait with what patience they could for daylight.Either the engineer had been able to save himself, and had already found a refuge on some point of the coast, or he was lost for ever！

The long and painful hours passed by. The cold was intense.The castaways suffered cruelly, but they scarcely perceived it.They did not even think of taking a minute's rest.Forgetting everything but their chief, hoping or wishing to hope on, they continued to walk up and down on this sterile spot, always returning to its northern point, where they could approach nearest to the scene of the catastrophe.They listened, they called, and then uniting their voices, they endeavored to raise even a louder shout than before, which would be transmitted to a great distance.The wind had now fallen almost to a calm, and the noise of the sea began also to subside.One of Neb's shouts even appeared to produce an echo.Herbert directed Pencroft's attention to it, adding，“That proves that there is a coast to the west, at no great distance.”The sailor nodded；besides, his eyes could not deceive him.If he had discovered land, however indistinct it might appear, land was sure to be there.But that distant echo was the only response produced by Neb's shouts, while a heavy gloom hung over all the part east of the island.

Meanwhile, the sky was clearing little by little. Towards midnight the stars shone out, and if the engineer had been there with his companions he would have remarked that these stars did not belong to the Northern Hemisphere.The Polar Star was not visible, the constellations were not those which they had been accustomed to see in the United States；the Southern Cross glittered brightly in the sky.

The night passed away. Towards five o'clock in the morning of the 25th of March, the sky began to lighten；the horizon still remained dark, but with daybreak a thick mist rose from the sea, so that the eye could scarcely penetrate beyond twenty feet or so from where they stood.At length the fog gradually unrolled itself in great heavily moving waves.

It was unfortunate, however, that the castaways could distinguish nothing around them. While the gaze of the reporter and Neb were cast upon the ocean, the sailor and Herbert looked eagerly for the coast in the west.But not a speck of land was visible.“Never mind，”said Pencroft，“though I do not see the land, I feel it……it is there……there……as sure as the fact that we are no longer at Richmond.”But the fog was not long in rising it was only a fine-weather mist.A hot sun soon penetrated to the surface of the island.About haif-past six, three-quarters of an hour after sunrise, the mist became more transparent.It grew thicker above, but cleared away below.Soon the isle appeared as if it had descended from a cloud, then the sea showed itself around them, spreading far away towards the east, but bounded on the west by an abrupt and precipitous coast.

Yes！the land was there. Their safety was at least provisionally insured.The islet and the coast were separated by a channel about half a mile in breadth, through which rushed an extremely rapid current.

However, one of the castaways, following the impulse of his heart, immediately threw himself into the current, without consulting his companions, without saying a single word. It was Neb.He was in haste to be on the other side, and to climb towards the north.It had been impossible to hold him back.Pencroft called him in vain.The reporter prepared to follow him, but Pencroft stopped him.

“Do you want to cross the channel？”he asked.

“Yes，”replied Spilett.

“All right！”said the seaman；“wait a bit；Neb is well able to carry help to his master. If we venture into the channel, we risk being carried into the open sea by the current, which is running very strong；but, if I'm not wrong, it is ebbing.See, the tide is going down over the sand.Let us have patience, and at low water it is possible we may find a fordable passage.”

“You are right，”replied the reporter，“we will not separate more than we can help.”

During this time Neb was struggling vigorously against the current. He was crossing in an oblique direction.His black shoulders could be seen emerging at each stroke.He was carried down very quickly, but he also made way towards the shore.It took more than half an hour to cross from the islet to the land, and he reached the shore several hundred feet from the place which was opposite to the point from which he had started.

Landing at the foot of a high wall of granite, he shook himself vigorously；and then, setting off running, soon disappeared behind a rocky point, which projected to nearly the height of the northern extremity of the islet.

Neb's companions had watched his daring attempt with painful anxiety, and when he was out of sight, they fixed their attention on the land where their hope of safety lay, while eating some shell-fish with which the sand was strewn. It was a wretched repast, but still it was better than nothing.The opposite coast formed one vast bay, terminating on the south by a very sharp point, which was destitute of all vegetation, and was of a very wild aspect.This point abutted on the shore in a grotesque outline of high granite rocks.Towards the north, on the contrary, the bay widened, and a more rounded coast appeared, trending from the southwest to the northeast, and terminating in a slender cape.The distance between these two extremities, which made the bow of the bay, was about eight miles.Half a mile from the shore rose the islet, which somewhat resembled the carcass of a gigantic whale, its extreme breadth was not more than a quarter of a mile.

Opposite the islet, the beach consisted first of sand, covered with black stones, which were now appearing little by little above the retreating tide. The second level was separated by a perpendicular granite cliff, terminated at the top by an unequal edge at a height of at least 300 feet.It continued thus for a length of three miles, ending suddenly on the right with a precipice which looked as if cut by the hand of man.On the left, above the promontory, this irregular and jagged cliff descended by a long slope of conglomerated rocks till it mingled with the ground of the southern point.On the upper plateau of the coast not a tree appeared.It was a flat tableland like that above Cape Town at the Cape of Good Hope, but of reduced proportions；at least so it appeared seen from the islet.However, verdure was not wanting to the right beyond the precipice.They could easily distinguish a confused mass of great trees, which extended beyond the limits of their view.This verdure relieved the eye, so long wearied by the continued ranges of granite.Lastly, beyond and above the plateau, in a northwesterly direction and at a distance of at least seven miles, glittered a white summit which reflected the sun's rays.It was that of a lofty mountain, capped with snow.

The question could not at present be decided whether this land formed an island, or whether it belonged to a continent. But on beholding the convulsed masses heaped up on the left, no geologist would have hesitated to give them a volcanic origin, for they were unquestionably the work of subterranean convulsions.

Gideon Spilett, Pencroft, and Herbert attentively examined this land, on which they might perhaps have to live many long years；on which indeed they might even die, should it be out of the usual track of vessels, as was likely to be the case.

“Well, what do you say, Pencroft？”asked Herbert.

“There is some good and some bad, as in everything，”replied the sailor.“We shall see. But now the ebb is evidently making.In three hours we will attempt the passage, and once on the other side, we will try to get out of this scrape, and I hope may find the captain.”Pencroft was not wrong in his anticipations.Three hours later at low tide, the greater part of the sand forming the bed of the channel was uncovered.Between the islet and the coast there only remained a narrow channel which would no doubt be easy to cross.

About ten o'clock, Gideon Spilett and his companions stripped themselves of their clothes, which they placed in bundles on their heads, and then ventured into the water, which was not more than five feet deep. Herbert, for whom it was too deep, swam like a fish, and got through capitally.All three arrived without difficulty on the opposite shore.Quickly drying themselves in the sun, they put on their clothes, which they had preserved from contact with the water, and sat down to take counsel together what to do next.第四章　Chapter 4导读

记者让水手等在那里，自己朝纳布走的方向上了海岸。哈伯想跟去，但水手让他留下，他们需要准备些吃的东西，还要找到可以休息的地方。于是，哈伯去岩石中找岩洞。

哈伯在岩石上找到了贝壳类动物石蛏，他喊水手过来，两人饱餐了一顿这种辣辣的动物，又捡了许多带回花岗岩石壁。他们又找到一条小河，还看到半英里外的矮树林，从而解决了饮水和木柴的问题，现在需要的就是藏身的地方了。

他们在河口找到了崩塌的巨大岩石堆成的称为“壁炉”的地方。光和风从缝隙透进来，如果堵住这些缝隙，还是可以居住的。于是他俩决定去弄些柴草，这样既可以生火，还可堵住缝隙。

他们上了左岸，一刻钟后来到树林，捡了好多枯枝。他们又用枯枝树藤把粗大的木头扎成木筏，把木柴放在上面，系在岸边，等退潮时木筏可以顺水下去。

后来，他们又到了山顶，望着海岸北边，希望能发现些什么，但什么都没看到。他们又朝西边走，看到了七英里外的那座峰顶有积雪的山，还有大片的树林。在放木筏的地方，河水从石壁中间流过，左岸石壁陡峭，右岸慢慢下降，直到海岸尽头。

水手看到他们是在一个岛上，认为算是万幸了。他们从南边的山脊返回，惊飞了一群鸟。水手说这是岩鸽，他们又在石壁的洞穴里找到了一些鸟蛋，把鸟蛋放在手帕里带着朝山下走去。

下午一点已经退潮了，水手用枯藤编制了一条长绳系在木筏后面，用手拉着。哈伯用一根长竿撑开木筏，使它在河中漂浮。不到两点，木筏已漂到了离“壁炉”不远的河口边了。

ll at once the reporter sprang up, and telling the sailor that he

would rejoin them at that same place, he climbed the cliff in the A

direction which the Negro Neb had taken a few hours before. Anxiety hastened his steps, for he longed to obtain news of his friend, and he soon disappeared round an angle of the cliff.Herbert wished to accompany him.

“Stop here, my boy，”said the sailor；“we have to prepare an encampment, and to try and find rather better grub than these shell-fish. Our friends will want something when they come back.There is work for everybody.”

“I am ready，”replied Herbert.

“All right，”said the sailor；“that will do. We must set about it regularly.We are tired, cold, and hungry；therefore we must have shelter, fire, and food.There is wood in the forest, and eggs in nests；we have only to find a house.”

“Very well，”returned Herbert，“I will look for a cove among the rocks, and I shall be sure to discover some hole into which we can creep.”

“All right，”said Pencroft；“go on, my boy.”

They both walked to the foot of the enormous wall over the beach, far from which the tide had now retreated；but instead of going towards the north, they went southward. Pencroft had remarked, several hundred feet from the place at which they landed, a narrow cutting, out of which he thought a river or stream might issue.Now, on the one hand it was important to settle themselves in the neighborhood of a good stream of water, and on the other it was possible that the current had thrown Cyrus Harding on the shore there.

The cliff, as has been said, rose to a height of three hundred feet, but the mass was unbroken throughout, and even at its base, scarcely washed by the sea, it did not offer the smallest fissure which would serve as a dwelling. It was a perpendicular wall of very hard granite, which even the waves had not worn away.Towards the summit fluttered myriads of seafowl, and especially those of the web-footed species with long, flat, pointed beaks—a clamorous tribe, bold in the presence of man, who probably for the first time thus invaded their domains.Pencroft recognized the skua and other gulls among them, the voracious little seamew, which in great numbers nestled in the crevices of the granite.A shot fired among this swarm would have killed a great number, but to fire a shot a gun was needed, and neither Pencroft nor Herbert had one；besides this, gulls and sea-mews are scarcely eatable, and even their eggs have a detestable taste.However, Herbert, who had gone forward a little more to the left, soon came upon rocks covered with sea-weed, which, some hours later, would be hidden by the high tide.On these rocks, in the midst of slippery wrack, abounded bivalve shell-fish, not to be despised by starving people.Herbert called Pencroft, who ran up hastily.

“Here are mussels！”cried the sailor；“these will do instead of eggs！”

“They are not mussels，”replied Herbert, who was attentively examining the molluscs attached to the rocks；“they are lithodomes.”

“Are they good to eat？”asked Peneroft.

“Perfectly so.”

“Then let us eat some lithodomes.”

The sailor could rely upon Herbert；the young boy was well up in natural history, and always had had quite a passion for the science. His father had encouraged him in it, by letting him, attend the lectures of the best professors in Boston, who were very fond of the intelligent, industrious lad.And his turn for natural history was, more than once in the course of time, of great use, and he was not mistaken in this instance.These lithodomes were oblong shells, suspended in clusters and adhering very tightly to the rocks.They belong to that species of molluscous perforators which excavate holes in the hardest stone；their shell is rounded at both ends, a feature which is not remarked in the common mussel.

Pencroft and Herbert made a good meal of the lithodomes, which were then half opened to the sun. They ate them as oysters, and as they had a strong peppery taste, they were palatable without condiments of any sort.

Their hunger was thus appeased for the time, but not their thirst, which increased after eating these naturally-spiced molluscs. They had then to find fresh water, and it was not likely that it would be wanting in such a capriciously uneven region.Pencroft and Herbert, after having taken the precaution of collecting an ample supply of lithodomes, with which they filled their pockets and handkerchiefs, regained the foot of the cliff.

Two hundred paces farther they arrived at the cutting, through which, as Pencrofi had guessed, ran a stream of water, whether fresh or not was to be ascertained. At this place the wall appeared to have been separated by some violent subterranean force.At its base was hollowed out a little creek, the farthest part of which formed a tolerably sharp angle.The watercourse at that part measured one hundred feet in breadth, and its two banks on each side were scarcely twenty feet high.The river became strong almost directly between the two walls of granite, which began to sink above the mouth；it then suddenly turned and disappeared beneath a wood of stunted trees half a mile off.

“Here is the water, and yonder is the wood we require！”said Pencroft.“Well, Herbert, now we only want the house.”

The water of the river was limpid. The sailor ascertained that at this time—that is to say, at low tide, when the rising floods did not reach it—it was sweet.This important point established, Herbert looked for some cavity which would serve them as a retreat, but in vain；everywhere the wall appeared smooth, plain, and perpendicular.

However, at the mouth of the watercourse and above the reach of the high tide, the convulsions of nature had formed, not a grotto, but a pile of enormous rocks, such as are often met with in granite countries and which bear the name of“Chimneys.”

Pencroft and Herbert penetrated quite far in among the rocks, by sandy passages in which light was not wanting, for it entered through the openings which were left between the blocks, of which some were only sustained by a miracle of equilibrium；but with the light came also air—a regular corridor-gale—and with the wind the sharp cold from the exterior. However, the sailor thought that by stopping-up some of the openings with a mixture of stones and sand, the Chimneys could be rendered habitable.Their geometrical plan represented the typographical sign“＆，”which signifies“et cetera”abridged, but by isolating the upper mouth of the sign, through which the south and west winds blew so strongly, they could succeed in making the lower part of use.

“Here's our work，”said Pencroft，“and if we ever see Captain Harding again, he will know how to make something of this labyrinth.”

“We shall see him again, Pencroft，”cried Herbert，“and when be returns he must find a tolerable dwelling here. It will be so, if we can make a fireplace in the left passage and keep an opening for the smoke.”

“So we can, my boy，”replied the sailor，“and these Chimneys will serve our turn. Let us set to work, but first come and get a store of fuel.I think some branches will be very useful in stopping up these openings, through which the wind shrieks like so many fiends.”

Herbert and Pencroft left the Chimneys, and, turning the angle, they began to climb the left bank of the river. The current here was quite rapid, and drifted down some dead wood.The rising tide—and it could already be perceived—must drive it back with force to a considerable distance.The sailor then thought that they could utilize this ebb and flow for the transport of heavy objects.

After having walked for a quarter of an hour, the sailor and the boy arrived at the angle which the river made in turning towards the left. From this point its course was pursued through a forest of magnificent trees.These trees still retained their verdure, notwithstanding the advanced season, for they belonged to the family of“coniferae，”which is spread over all the regions of the globe, from northern climates to the tropics.The young naturalist recognized especially the“deedara，”which are very numerous in the Himalayan zone, and which spread around them a most agreeable odor.Between these beautiful trees sprang up clusters of firs, whose opaque open parasol boughs spread wide around.Among the long grass, Pencroft felt that his feet were crushing dry branches which crackled like fireworks.

“Well, my boy，”said he to Herbert，“if I don't know the name of these trees, at any rate I reckon that we may call them‘burning wood，'and just now that's the chief thing we want.”

“Let us get a supply，”replied Herbert, who immediately set to work.

The collection was easily made. It was not even necessary to lop the trees, for enormous quantities of dead wood were lying at their feet；but if fuel was not wanting, the means of transporting it was not yet found.The wood, being very dry, would burn rapidly；it was therefore necessary to carry to the Chimneys a considerable quantity, and the loads of two men would not be sufficient.Herbert remarked this.

“Well, my boy，”replied the sailor，“there must be some way of carrying this wood；there is always a way of doing everything. If we had a cart or a boat, it would be easy enough.”

“But we have the river，”said Herbert.

“Right，”replied Pencroft；“the river will be to us like a road which carries of itself, and rafts have not been invented for nothing.”

“Only，”observed Herbert，“at this moment our road is going the wrong way, for the tide is rising！”

“We shall be all right if we wait till it ebbs，”replied the sailor，“and then we will trust it to carry our fuel to the Chimneys. Let us get the raft ready.”

The sailor, followed by Herbert, directed his steps towards the river. They both carried, each in proportion to his strength, a load of wood bound in faggots.They found on the bank also a great quantity of dead branches in the midst of grass, among which the foot of man had probably never before trod.Pencroft began directly to make his raft.Ina kind of little bay, created by a point of the shore which broke the current, the sailor and the lad placed some good-sized pieces of wood, which they had fastened together with dry creepers.A raft was thus formed, on which they stacked all they had collected, sufficient, indeed, to have loaded at least twenty men.In an hour the work was finished, and the raft moored to the bank, awaited the turning of the tide.

There were still several hours to be occupied, and with one consent Pencroft and Herbert resolved to gain the upper plateau, so as to have a more extended view of the surrounding cotmtry.

Exactly two hundred feet behind the angle formed by the river, the wall, terminated by a fall of rocks, died away in a gentle slope to the edge of the forest. It was a natural staircase.Herbert and the sailor began their ascent；thanks to the vigor of their muscles they reached the summit in a few minutes；and proceeded to the point above the mouth of the river.

On attaining it, their first look was cast upon the ocean which not long before they had traversed in such a terrible condition. They observed, with emotion, all that part to the north of the coast on which the catastrophe had taken place.It was there that Cyrus Harding had disappeared.They looked to see if some portion of their balloon, to which a man might possibly cling, yet existed.Nothing！The sea was but one vast watery desert.As to the coast, it was solitary also.Neither the reporter nor Neb could be anywhere seen.But it was possible that at this time they were both too far away to be perceived.

“Something tells me，”cried Herbert，“that a man as energetic as Captain Harding would not let himself be drowned like other people. He must have reached some point of the shore；don't you think so, Pencroft？”

The sailor shook his head sadly. He little expected ever to see Cyrus Harding again；but wishing to leave some hope to Herbert：“Doubtless, doubtless，”said he；“our engineer is a man who would get out of a scrape to which any one else would yield.”

In the meantime he examined the coast with great attention. Stretched out below them was the sandy shore, bounded on the right of the river's mouth by lines of breakers.The rocks which were visible appeared like amphibious monsters reposing in the surf.Beyond the reef, the sea sparkled beneath the sun's rays.To the south a sharp point closed the horizon, and it could not be seen if the land was prolonged in that direction, or if it ran southeast and southwest, which would have made this coast a very long peninsula.At the northern extremity of the bay the outline of the shore was continued to a great distance in a wider curve.There the shore was low, flat, without cliffs, and with great banks of sand, which the tide left uncovered.

Pencroft and Herbert then returned towards the west. Their attention was first arrested by the snow-topped mountain which rose at a distance of six or seven miles.From its first declivities to within two miles of the coast were spread vast masses of wood, relieved by large green patches, caused by the presence of evergreen trees.Then, from the edge of this forest to the shore extended a plain, scattered irregularly with groups of trees.Here and there on the left sparkled through glades the waters of the little river；they could trace its winding course back towards the spurs of the mountain, among which it seemed to spring.At the point where the sailor had left his raft of wood, it began to run between the two high granite walls；but if on the left bank the wall remained clear and abrupt, on the right bank, on the contrary, it sank gradually, the massive sides changed to isolated rocks, the rocks to stones, the stones to shingle running to the extremity of the point.

“Are we on an island？”murmured the sailor.

“At any rate, it seems to be big enough，”replied the lad.

“An island, ever so big, is an island all the same！”said Pencroft.

But this important question could not yet be answered. A more perfect survey had to be made to settle the point.As to the land itself, island or continent, it appeared fertile, agreeable in its aspect, and varied in its productions.

“This is satisfactory，”observed Pencroft；“and in our misfortune, we must thank Providence for it.”

“God be praised！”responded Herbert, whose pious heart was full of gratitude to the Author of all things.

Pencroft and Herbert examined for some time the country on which they had been cast；but it was difficult to guess after so hasty an inspection what the future had in store for them.

They then returned, following the southern crest of the granite platform, bordered by a long fringe of jagged rocks, of the most whimsical shapes. Some hundreds of birds lived there nestled in the holes of the stone；Herbert, jumping over the rocks, startled a whole flock of these winged creatures.

“Oh！”cried he，“those are not gulls nor seamews！”

“What are they then？”asked Pencroft.“Upon my word, one would say they were pigeons！”

“Just so, but these are wild or rock pigeons. I recognize them by the double band of black on the wing, by the white tail, and by their slatecolored plumage.But if the rock-pigeon is good to eat, its eggs must be excellent, and we will soon see how many they may have left in their nests！”

“We will not give them time to hatch, unless it is in the shape of an omelet！”replied Pencroft merrily.

“But what will you make your omelet in？”asked Herbert；“in your hat？”

“Well！”replied the sailor，“I am not quite conjuror enough for that；we must come down to eggs in the shell, my boy, and I will undertake to despatch the hardest！”

Pencroft and Herbert attentively examined the cavities in the granite, and they really found eggs in some of the hollows. A few dozen being collected, were packed in the sailor's handkerchief, and as the time when the tide would be full was approaching, Pencroft and Herbert began to redescend towards the watercourse.When they arrived there, it was an hour after midday.The tide had already turned.They must now avail themselves of the ebb to take the wood to the mouth.Pencroft did not intend to let the raft go away in the current without guidance, neither did he mean to embark on it himself to steer it.But a sailor is never at a loss when there is a question of cables or ropes, and Pencroft rapidly twisted a cord, a few fathoms long, made of dry creepers.This vegetable cable was fastened to the after-part of the raft, and the sailor held it in his hand while Herbert, pushing off the raft with a long pole, kept it in the current.This succeeded capitally.The enormous load of wood drifted down the current.The bank was very equal；there was no fear that the raft would run aground, and before two o'clock they arrived at the river's mouth, a few paces from the Chinmeys.第五章　Chapter 5导读

卸下木柴后，他们用木柴把“壁炉”里透风的洞都堵上了，只留下一个洞口，又用细沙铺了地面，一切就绪，只等把哈顿先生找回来了。

他们将一些大的石板摆放在第一个通道底部，作为做饭的地方。把木柴放在另一个“房间”。彭克罗夫想找火柴，但搜遍了全身，也没找出他那个铜制的火柴盒。

他们迅速到了两百步外昨天上岸的地方，找遍了所有的石缝也没找到。水手感到很沮丧，煮蛋是吃不成了，他们只好又去捡石蛏。

快六点时纳布和斯皮莱回来了，没有找到哈顿，纳布止不住落下了眼泪。他俩找遍了八英里范围，又在气球落下来的地方寻找了一番，都没找到。但纳布坚信，他的主人没死，他会有办法的。

哈伯安慰着纳布，并抓了几把贝壳给他，但他吃不下去。记者吃了很多石蛏，然后在沙地上躺了下来。

哈伯拉起记者走向“壁炉”，并问他有没有火柴。记者在身上没有找到，最后在背心夹层里发现了一根，哈伯小心地取出了那根火柴。

水手看到火柴是干燥的，就向记者要了一张纸。他在炉前的柴草前蹲下来，把纸卷成圆锥形插在柴草中，在卵石上擦了一下火柴，但没有点着。水手太紧张了，于是请哈伯来点。

哈伯也很紧张，但年轻人是什么也不怕的。他毫不犹豫地划着了火柴，点燃了柴草，烟从狭缝飘到了外面。哈伯将两打鸟蛋埋在了炉灰中，而记者在考虑：如果工程师还活着，怎么会找不到他呢？

几分钟后，水手请记者吃上岛后的第一顿饭。焖熟的鸟蛋营养丰富，大家很快恢复了体力。

整个晚上，纳布一直在海边呼唤着主人！

encroft's first care, after unloading the raft, was to render the cave

habitable by stopping up all the holes which made it cold. Sand, P

stones, twisted branches, wet clay, closed up the galleries open to the south winds.One narrow and winding opening at the side was kept, to lead out the smoke and to make the fire draw.The cave was thus divided into three or four rooms, if such dark dens with which a donkey would scarcely have been contented deserved the name.But they were dry, and there was space to stand upright, at least in the principal room, which occupied the center.The floor was covered with fine sand, and taking all in all they were well pleased with it for want of a better.

“Perhaps，”“our companions have found a superior place to ours.”said Herbert, while he and Pencroft were working.

“Very likely，”replied the seaman；“but, as we don't know, we must work all the same. Better to have two strings to one's bow than no string at all！”

“Oh！”exclaimed Herbert，“how jolly it will be if they were to find Captain Harding and were to bring him back with them！”

“Yes, indeed！”said Pencroft，“that was a man of the right sort.”

“Was！”exclaimed Herbert，“do you despair of ever seeing him again？”

“God forbid！”replied the sailor. Their work was soon done, and Pencroft declared himself very well satisfied.

“Now，”said he，“our friends can come back when they like. They will find a good enough shelter.”

They now had only to make a fireplace and to prepare the supper—an easy task. Large flat stones were placed on the ground at the opening of the narrow passage which had been kept.This, if the smoke did not take the heat out with it, would be enough to maintain an equal temperature inside.Their wood was stowed away in one of the rooms, and the sailor laid in the fireplace some logs and brushwood.The seaman was busy with this, when Herbert asked him if he had any matches.

“Certainly，”replied Pencroft，“and I may say happily, for without matches or tinder we should be in a fix.”

“Still we might get fire as the savages do，”replied Herbert，“by rubbing two bits of dry stick one against the other.”

“All right；try, my boy, and let's see if you can do anything besides exercising your arms.”

“Well, it's a very simple proceeding, and much used in the islands of the Pacific.”

“I don't deny it，”replied Pencroft，“but the savages must know how to do it or employ a peculiar wood, for more than once I have tried to get fire in that way, but I could never manage it. I must say I prefer matches.By the bye, where are my matches？”

Pencroft searched in his waistcoat for the box, which was always there, for he was a confirmed smoker. He could not find it；he rummaged the pockets of his trousers, but, to his horror, he could nowhere discover the box.

“Here's a go！”said he, looking at Herbert.“The box must have fallen out of my pocket and got lost！Surely, Herbert, you must have something—a tinder-box—anything that can possibly make fire！”

“No, I haven't, Pencroft.”

The sailor rushed out, followed by the boy. On the sand, among the rocks, near the river's bank, they both searched carefully, but in vain.The box was of copper, and therefore would have been easily seen.

“Pencroft，”asked Herbert，“didn't you throw it out of the car？”

“I knew better than that，”replied the sailor；“but such a small article could easily disappear in the tumbling about we have gone through. I would rather even have lost my pipe！Confound the box！Where can it be？”

“Look here, the tide is going down，”said Herbert；“Let's run to the place where we landed.”

It was scarcely probable that they would find the box, which the waves had rolled about among the pebbles, at high tide, but it was as well to try. Herbert and Pencroft walked rapidly to the point where they had landed the day before, about two hundred feet from the cave.They hunted there, among the shingle, in the clefts of the rocks, but found nothing.If the box had fallen at this place it must have been swept away by the waves.As the sea went down, they searched every little crevice with no result.It was a grave loss in their circumstances, and for the time irreparable.Pencroft could not hide his vexation；he looked very anxious, but said not a word.Herbert tried to console him by observing, that if they had found the matches, they would, very likely, have been wetted by the sea and useless.

“No, my boy，”replied the sailor；“they were in a copper box which shut very tightly；and now what are we to do？”

“We shall certainly find some way of making a fire，”said Herbert.“Captain Harding or Mr. Spilett will not be without them.”

“Yes，”replied Pencroft；“but in the meantime we are without fire, and our companions will find but a sorry repast on their return.”

“But，”said Herbert quickly，“do you think it possible that they have no tinder or matches？”

“I doubt it，”replied the sailor, shaking his head，“for neither Neb nor Captain Harding smoke, and I believe that Mr. Spilett would rather keep his note-book than his match-box.”

Herbert did not reply. The loss of the box was certainly to be regretted, but the boy was still sure of procuring fire in some way or other.Pencroft, more experienced, did not think so, although he was not a man to trouble himself about a small or great grievance.At any rate, there was only one thing to be done—to await the return of Neb and the reporter；but they must give up the feast of hard eggs which they had meant to prepare, and a meal of raw flesh was not an agreeable prospect either for themselves or for the others.

Before returning to the cave, the sailor and Herbert, in the event of fire being positively unattainable, collected some more shell-fish, and then silently retraced their steps to their dwelling.

Pencroft, his eyes fixed on the ground, still looked for his box. He even climbed up the left bank of the river from its mouth to the angle where the raft had been moored.He returned to the plateau, went over it in every direction, searched among the high grass on the border of the forest, all in vain.

It was five in the evening when he and Herbert re-entered the cave. It is useless to say that the darkest corners of the passages were ransacked before they were obliged to give it up in despair.Towards six o'clock, when the sun was disappearing behind the high lands of the west, Herbert, who was walking up and down on the strand, signalized the return of Neb and Spilett.

They were returning alone……The boy's heart sank；the sailor had not been deceived in his forebodings；the engineer, Cyrus Harding, had not been found！

The reporter, on his arrival, sat down on a rock, without saying anything. Exhausted with fatigue, dying of hunger, he had not strength to utter a word.

As to Neb, his red eyes showed how he had cried, and the tears which he could not restrain told too clearly that he had lost all hope.

The reporter recounted all that they had done in their attempt to recover Cyrus Harding. He and Neb had surveyed the coast for a distance of eight miles and consequently much beyond the place where the balloon had fallen the last time but one, a fall which was followed by the disappearance of the engineer and the dog Top.The shore was solitary；not a vestige of a mark.Not even a pebble recently displaced；not a trace on the sand；not a human footstep on all that part of the beach.It was clear that that portion of the shore had never been visited by a human being.The sea was as deserted as the land, and it was there, a few hundred feet from the coast, that the engineer must have found a tomb.

As Spilett ended his account, Neb jumped up, exclaiming in a voice which showed how hope struggled within him，“No！he is not dead！he can't be dead！It might happen to any one else, but never to him！He could get out of anything！”Then his strength forsaking him，“Oh！I can do no more！”he murmured.

“Neb，”said Herbert, running to him，“we will find him！God will give him back to us！But in the meantime you are hungry, and you must eat something.”

So saying, he offered the poor Negro a few handfuls of shell-fish, which was indeed wretched and insufficient food. Neb had not eaten anything for several hours, but he refused them.He could not, would not live without his master.

As to Gideon Spilett, he devoured the shell-fish, then he laid himself down on the sand, at the foot of a rock. He was very weak, but calm.Herbert went up to him, and taking his hand，“Sir，”said he，“we have found a shelter which will be better than lying here.Night is advancing.Come and rest！Tomorrow we will search farther.”

The reporter got up, and guided by the boy went towards the cave. On the way, Pencroft asked him in the most natural tone, if by chance he happened to have a match or two.

The reporter stopped, felt in his pockets, but finding nothing said，“I had some, but I must have thrown them away.”

The seaman then put the same question to Neb and received the same answer.

“Confound it！”exclaimed the sailor.

The reporter heard him and seizing his arm，“Have you no matches？”he asked.

“Not one, and no fire in consequence.”

“Ah！”cried Neb，“if my master was here, he would know what to do！”

The four castaways remained motionless, looking uneasily at each other. Herbert was the first to break the silence by saying，“Mr.Spilett, you are a smoker and always have matches about you；perhaps you haven't looked well, try again, a single match will be enough！”

The reporter hunted again in the pockets of his trousers, waistcoat, and greatcoat, and at last to Pencroft's great joy, no less to his extreme surprise, he felt a tiny piece of wood entangled in the lining of his waistcoat. He seized it with his fingers through the stuff, but he could not get it out.If this was a match and a single one, it was of great importance not to rub off the phosphorus.

“Will you let me try？”said the boy, and very cleverly, without breaking it, he managed to draw out the wretched yet precious little bit of wood which was of such great importance to these poor men. It was unused.

“Hurrah！”cried Pencroft；“it is as good as having a whole cargo！”He took the match, and, followed by his companions, entered the cave.

This small piece of wood, of which so many in an inhabited country are wasted with indifference and are of no value, must here be used with the greatest caution. The sailor first made sure that it was quite dry；that done，“We must have some paper，”said he.

“Here，”replied Spilett, after some hesitation tearing a leaf out of his note-book.

Pencroft took the piece of paper which the reporter held out to him, and knelt down before the fireplace. Some handfuls of grass, leaves, and dry moss were placed under the fagots and disposed in such a way that the air could easily circulate, and the dry wood would rapidly catch fire.

Pencroft then twisted the piece of paper into the shape of a cone, as smokers do in a high wind, and poked it in among the moss. Taking a small, rough stone, he wiped it carefully, and with a beating heart, holding his breath, he gently rubbed the match.The first attempt did not produce any effect.Pencroft had not struck hard enough, fearing to rub off the phosphorus.

“No, I can't do it，”said he，“my hand trembles, the match has missed fire；I cannot, I will not！”and rising, he told Herbert to take his place.

Certainly the boy had never in all his life been so nervous. Prometheus going to steal the fire from heaven could not have been more anxious.He did not hesitate, however, but struck the match directly.A little spluttering was heard and a tiny blue flame sprang up, making a choking smoke.Herbert quickly turned the match so as to augment the flame, and then slipped it into the paper cone, which in a few seconds too caught fire, and then the moss.

A minute later the dry wood crackled and a cheerful flame, assisted by the vigorous blowing of the sailor, sprang up in the midst of the darkness.

“At last！”cried Pencroft, getting up；“I was never so nervous before in all my life！”

The flat stones made a capital fireplace. The smoke went quite easily out at the narrow passage, the chimney drew, and an agreeable warmth was not long in being felt.

They must now take great care not to let the fire go out, and always to keep some embers alight. It only needed care and attention, as they had plenty of wood and could renew their store at any time.

Pencroft's first thought was to use the fire by preparing a more nourishing supper than a dish of shell-fish. Two dozen eggs were brought by Herbert.The reporter leaning up in a corner, watched these preparations without saying anything.A threefold thought weighed on his mind.Was Cyrus still alive？If he was alive, where was he？If he had survived from his fall, how was it that he had not found some means of making known his existence？As to Neb, he was roaming about the shore.He was like a body without a soul.

Pencroft knew fifty ways of cooking eggs, but this time he had no choice, and was obliged to content himself with roasting them under the hot cinders. In a few minutes the cooking was done, and the seaman invited the reporter to take his share of the supper.Such was the first repast of the castaways on this unknown coast.The hard eggs were excellent, and as eggs contain everything indispensable to man's nourishment, these poor people thought themselves well off, and were much strengthened by them.Oh！if only one of them had not been missing at this meal！If the five prisoners who escaped from Richmond had been all there, under the piled-up rocks, before this clear, crackling fire on the dry sand, what thanksgiving must they have rendered to Heaven！But the most ingenious, the most learned, he who was their unquestioned chief, Cyrus Harding, was, alas！missing, and his body had not even obtained a burial-place.

Thus passed the 25th of March. Night had come on.Outside could be heard the howling of the wind and the monotonous sound of the surf breaking on the shore.The waves rolled the shingle backwards and forwards with a deafening noise.The reporter retired into a dark corner after having shortly noted down the occurrences of the day；the first appearance of this new land, the loss of their leader, the exploration of the coast, the incident of the matches, etc.；and then overcome by fatigue, he managed to forget his sorrows in sleep.Herbert went to sleep directly.As to the sailor, he passed the night with one eye on the fire, on which he did not spare fuel.But one of the castaways did not sleep in the cave.The inconsolable, despairing Neb, notwithstanding all that his companions could say to induce him to take some rest, wandered all night long on the shore calling on his master.第六章　Chapter 6导读

他们几个到海岸后，除了身上穿的衣服，就只有记者的笔记本、笔和手表了，这个时候如果工程师在就好办了。

大家决定先休息一下，准备些食物，然后再去海岛勘察。纳布更是赞同，这样就可以在这里多待几天等待主人，如见不到主人的尸体，他是不会相信主人死亡的。

三月二十六日早晨，纳布又沿海岸到工程师落海的海边去寻找。

午饭后，记者留下来照看火堆，水手和哈伯出去打猎，临走时哈伯建议预备一块烧焦的布代替火绒。于是水手从手帕上撕下一块布烤焦，然后藏在石洞中。

随后他们来到树林，但没有任何收获。哈伯只是用木棍砸到了一种叫“中南美”的鸟，但没将它逮住。

后来他们又见到了像小鸟一样的“咕噜咕”鸡落在树上，便挥起棍子，把“咕噜咕”鸡打下一地，然后用细树枝串了起来。

下午三点，他们发现了松鸡，但很难抓到。水手便把细藤接起来，有二十英尺长，再把刺槐的倒刺绑在上面。用红色的大毛毛虫做诱饵，放在松鸡的窝旁。

半小时后，松鸡回到窝旁，水手轻轻地拉了几下绳子。松鸡发现了大毛毛虫，有三只松鸡吞下了钩子被逮住了。接着他们顺河而下，回到了“壁炉”。he inventory of the articles possessed by these castaways from the clouds, thrown upon a coast which appeared to be Tuninhabited, was soon made out. They had nothing, save the clothes which they were wearing at the time of the catastrophe.We must mention, however, a note-book and a watch which Gideon Spilett had kept, doubtless by inadvertence, not a weapon, not a tool, not even a pocket-knife；for while in the car they had thrown out everything to lighten the balloon.The imaginary heroes of Daniel Defoe Or of Wyss, as well as Selkirk and Raynal shipwrecked on Juan Fernandez and on the archipelago of the Aucklands, were never in such absolute destitution.Either they had abundant resources from their stranded vessels, in grain, cattle, tools, ammunition, or else some things were thrown up on the coast which supplied them with all the first necessities of life.But here, not any instrument whatever, not a utensil.From nothing they must supply themselves with everything.

And yet, if Cyrus Harding had been with them, if the engineer could have brought his practical science, his inventive mind to bear on their situation, perhaps all hope would not have been lost. Alas！they must hope no longer again to see Cyrus Harding.The castaways could expect nothing but from themselves and from that Providence which never abandons those whose faith is sincere.

But ought they to establish themselves on this part of the coast, without trying to know to what continent it belonged, if it was inhabited, or if they were on the shore of a desert island？

It was an important question, and should be solved with the shortest possible delay. From its answer they would know what measures to take.However, according to Pencroft's advice, it appeared best to wait a few days before commencing an exploration.They must, in fact, prepare some provisions and procure more strengthening food than eggs and molluscs.The explorers, before undertaking new fatigues, must first of all recruit their strength.

The Chimneys offered a retreat sufficient for the present. The fire was lighted, and it was easy to preserve some embers.There were plenty of shell-fish and eggs among the rocks and on the beach.It would be easy to kill a few of the pigeons which were flying by hundreds about the summit of the plateau, either with sticks or stones.Perhaps the trees of the neighboring forest would supply them with eatable fruit.Lastly, the sweet water was there.It was accordingly settled that for a few days they would remain at the Chimneys so as to prepare themselves for an expedition, either along the shore or into the interior of the country.

This plan suited Neb particularly. As obstinate in his ideas as in his presentiments, he was in no haste to abandon this part of the coast, the scene of the catastrophe.He did not, he would not believe in the loss of Cyrus Harding.No, it did not seem to him possible that such a man had ended in this vulgar fashion, carried away by a wave, drowned in the floods, a few hundred feet from a shore.As long as the waves had not cast up the body of the engineer, as long as he, Neb, had not seen with his eyes, touched with his hands the corpse of his master, he would not believe in his death！And this idea rooted itself deeper than ever in his determined heart.An illusion perhaps, but still an illusion to be respected, and one which the sailor did not wish to destroy.As for him, he hoped no longer, but there was no use in arguing with Neb.He was like the dog who will not leave the place where his master is buried, and his grief was such that most probably he would not survive him.

This same morning, the 26th of March, at daybreak, Neb had set out on the shore in a northerly direction, and he had returned to the spot where the sea, no doubt, had closed over the unfortunate Harding.

That day's breakfast was composed solely of pigeon's eggs and lithodomes. Herbert had found some salt deposited by evaporation in the hollows of the rocks, and this mineral was very welcome.

The repast ended, Pencroft asked the reporter if he wished to accompany Herbert and himself to the forest, where they were going to try to hunt. But on consideration, it was thought necessary that someone should remain to keep in the fire, and to be at hand in the highly improbable event of Neb requiring aid.The reporter accordingly remained behind.

“To the chase, Herbert，”said the sailor.“We shall find ammunition on our way, and cut our weapons in the forest.”But at the moment of starting, Herbert observed, that since they had no tinder, it would perhaps be prudent to replace it by another substance.

“What？”asked Pencroft.

“Burnt linen，”replied the boy.“That could in case of need serve for tinder.”

The sailor thought it very sensible advice. Only it had the inconvenience of necessitating the sacrifice of a piece of handkerchief.Notwithstanding, the thing was well worth while trying, and a part of Pencroft's large checked handkerchief was soon reduced to the state of a half-burnt rag.This inflammable material was placed in the central chamber at the bottom of a little cavity in the rock, sheltered from all wind and damp.

It was nine o'clock in the morning. The weather was threatening and the breeze blew from the southeast.Herbert and Pencroft turned the angle of the Chimneys, not without having cast a look at the smoke which, just at that place, curled round a point of rock：they ascended the left bank of the river.

Arrived at the forest, Pencroft broke from the first tree two stout branches which he transformed into clubs, the ends of which Herbert rubbed smooth on a rock. Oh！what would they not have given for a knife！

The two hunters now advanced among the long grass, following the bank. From the turning which directed its course to the southwest, the river narrowed gradually and the channel lay between high banks, over which the trees formed a double arch.Pencroft, lest they should lose themselves, resolved to follow the course of the stream, which would always lead them back to the point from which they started.But the bank was not without some obstacles：here, the flexible branches of the trees bent level with the current；there, creepers and thorns which they had to break down with their sticks.Herbert often glided among the broken stumps with the agility of a young cat, and disappeared in the underwood.But Pencroft called him back directly, begging him not to wander away.Meanwhile, the sailor attentively observed the disposition and nature of the surrounding country.On the left bank, the ground, which was flat and marshy, rose imperceptibly towards the interior.It looked there like a network of liquid threads which doubtless reached the river by some underground drain.Sometimes a stream ran through the underwood, which they crossed without difficulty.The opposite shore appeared to be more uneven, and the valley of which the river occupied the bottom was more clearly visible.The hill, covered with trees disposed in terraces, intercepted the view.On the right bank walking would have been difficult, for the declivities fell suddenly, and the trees bending over the water were only sustained by the strength of their roots.

It is needless to add that this forest, as well as the coast already surveyed, was destitute of any sign of human life. Pencroft only saw traces of quadrupeds, fresh footprints of animals, of which he could not recognize the species.In all probability, and such was also Herbert's opinion, some had been left by formidable wild beasts which doubtless would give them some trouble；but nowhere did they observe the mark of an axe on the trees, nor the ashes of a fire, nor the impression of a human foot.On this they might probably congratulate themselves, for on any land in the middle of the Pacific the presence of man was perhaps more to be feared than desired.Herbert and Pencroft speaking little, for the difficulties of the way were great, advanced very slowly, and after walking for an hour they had scarcely gone more than a mile.As yet the hunt had not been successful.However, some birds sang and fluttered in the foliage, and appeared very timid, as if man had inspired them with an instinctive fear.Among others, Herbert described, in a marshy part of the forest, a bird with a long pointed beak, closely resembling the king-fisher, but its plumage was not fine, though of a metallic brilliancy.

“That must be a jacamar，”said Herbert, trying to get nearer.

“This will be a good opportunity to taste jaeamar，”replied the sailor，“if that fellow is in a humor to be roasted！”

Just then, a stone cleverly thrown by the boy, struck the creature on the wing, but the blow did not disable it, and the jacamar ran off and disappeared in an instant.

“How clumsy I am！”cried Herbert.

“No, no, my boy！”replied the sailor.“The blow was well aimed；many a one would have missed it altogether！Come, don't be vexed with yourself. We shall catch it another day！”

As the hunters advanced, the trees were found to be more scattered, many being magnificent, but none bore eatable fruit. Pencroft searched in vain for some of those precious palm-trees which am employed in so many ways in domestic life, and which have been found as far as the fortieth parallel in the Northern Hemisphere, and to the thirty-filth only in the Southern Hemisphere.But this forest was only composed of coniferae, such as deodaras, already recognized by Herbert, and Douglas pine, similar to those which grow on the northwest coast of America, and splendid firs, measuring a hundred and fifty feet in height.

At this moment a flock of birds, of a small size and pretty plumage, with long glancing tails, dispersed themselves among the branches strewing their feathers, which covered the ground as with fine down. Herbert picked up a few of these feathers, and after having examined them，—

“These are couroucous，”said he.

“I should prefer a moor-cock or guineafowl，”replied Pencroft，“still, if they are good to eat—”

“They are good to eat, and also their flesh is very delicate，”replied Herbert.“Besides, if I don't mistake；it is easy to approach and kill them with a stick.”

The sailor and the lad, creeping among the grass, arrived at the foot of a tree, whose lower branches were covered with little birds. The couroucous were waiting the passage of insects which served for their nourishment.Their feathery feet could be seen clasping the slender twigs which supported them.

The hunters then rose, and using their sticks like scythes, they mowed down whole rows of these couroucous, who never thought of flying away, and stupidly allowed themselves to be knocked off. A hundred were already heaped on the ground, before the others made up their minds to fly.

“Well，”said Pencroft，“here is game, which is quite within the reach of hunters like us. We have only to put out our hands and take it！”

The sailor having strung the couroucous like larks on flexible twigs, they then continued their exploration. The stream here made a bend towards the south, but this detour was probably not prolonged for the river must have its source in the mountain, and be supplied by the melting of the snow which covered the sides of the central cone.

The particular object of their expedition was, as has been said, to procure the greatest possible quantity of game for the inhabitants of the Chimneys. It must be acknowledged that as yet this object had not been attained.So the sailor actively pursued his researches, thougli he exclaimed, when some animal which he had not even time to recognize fled into the long grass，“If only we had had the dog Top！”But Top had disappeared at the same time as his master, and had probably perished with him.

Towards three o'clock new flocks of birds were seen through certain trees, at whose aromatic berries they were pecking, those of the junipertree among others. Suddenly a loud trumpet call resounded through the forest.This strange and sonorous cry was produced by a game bird called grouse in the United States.They soon saw several couples, whose plumage was rich chestnut-brown mottled with dark brown, and tail of the same color.Herbert recognized the males by the two wing-like appendages raised on the neck.Pencroft determined to get hold of at least one of these gallinaceae, which were as large as a fowl, and whose flesh is better than that of a pullet.But it was difficult, for they would not allow themselves to be approached.After several fruitless attempts, which resulted in nothing but scaring the grouse, the sailor said to the lad，—

“Decidedly, since we can't kill them on the wing, we must try to take them with a line.”

“Like a fish？”cried Herbert, much surprised at the proposal.

“Like a fish，”replied the sailor quite seriously. Peneroft had found among the grass half a dozen grouse nests, each having three or four eggs.He took great care not to touch these nests, to which their proprietors would not fail to return.It was around these that he meant to stretch his lines, not snares, but real fishinglines.He took Herbert to some distance from the nests, and there prepared his singular apparatus with all the care which a disciple of lzaak Walton would have used.Herbert watched the work with great interest, though rather doubting its success.The lines were made of fine creepers, fastened one to the other, of the length of fifteen or twenty feet.Thick, strong thorns, the points bent back（which were supplied from a dwarf acacia bush）were fastened to the ends of the creepers, by way of hooks.Large red worms, which were crawling on the ground, furnished bait.

This done, Pencroft, passing among the grass and concealing himself skillfully, placed the end of his lines armed with hooks near the grouse nests；then he returned, took the other ends and hid with Herbert behind a large tree. There they both waited patiently；though, it must be said, that Herbert did not reckon much on the success of the inventive Pencroft.

A whole half-hour passed, but then, as the sailor had surmised, several couple of grouse returned to their nests. They walked along, pecking the ground, and not suspecting in any way the presence of the hunters, who, besides, had taken care to place themselves to leeward of the gallinaceae.

The lad felt at this moment highly interested. He held his breath, and Pencroft, his eyes staring, his mouth open, his lips advanced, as if about to taste a piece of grouse, scarcely breathed.

Meanwhile, the birds walked about the hooks, without taking any notice of them. Pencroft then gave little tugs which moved the bait as if the worms had been still alive.

The sailor undoubtedly felt much greater anxiety than does the fisherman, for he does not see his prey coming through the water. The jerks attracted the attention of the gallinaceae, and they attacked the hooks with their beaks.Three voracious grouse swallowed at the same moment bait and hook.Suddenly with a smart jerk, Pencroft“struck”his line, and a flapping of wings showed that the birds were taken.

“Hurrah！”he cried, rushing towards the game, of which he made himself master in an instant.

Herbert clapped his hands. It was the first time that he had ever seen birds taken with a line, but the sailor modestly confessed that it was not his first attempt, and that besides he could not claim the merit of invention.

“And at any rate，”added he，“situated as we are, we must hope to hit upon many other contrivances.”

The grouse were fastened by their claws, and Pencroft, delighted at not having to appear before their companions with empty hands, and observing that the day had begun to decline, judged it best to return to their dwelling. The direction was indicated by the river, whose course they had only to follow, and, towards six o'clock, tired enough with their excursion, Herbert and Pencroft arrived at the Chimneys.第七章　Chapter 7导读

记者站在沙滩上望着大海，水手也走了过去。记者从水手那里证实：工程师落海时离海岸有一千二百英尺，而狗也同时落海。他们在离海岸这么近的距离落海却双双失踪，让人感到有点不合情理。

水手回到“壁炉”，将两只松鸡褪了毛，用小木棍串起来在火上烤。晚上七点，纳布还没回来。水手很担心，哈伯想去找纳布，但水手制止了他，并说如果明天纳布还没回来，便和他一起去找。

天开始下雨，烟在通道里出不去。水手烤好松鸡后就熄灭了大部分火，只保存了一些炭火。

八点时他们还等不到纳布，便开始享用他们的美味野餐，然后每人都睡到了头天晚上待的地方。

夜深了，暴风雨也更大了。“壁炉”墙壁上有几块岩石虽有些摇晃，但总体来说很坚固。有的岩石被吹到沙滩上，还有几块落到“壁炉”顶上，裂成了小碎块。

凌晨两点时，水手被记者推醒。记者说听到了狗叫，水手不相信。刚刚睡醒的哈伯听出是托普的声音，于是三人冲向洞口。在暴风雨的间歇，他们又听到了狗叫。水手点燃了一捆干柴，接着吹起了口哨。

过了一会儿，托普跑了过来，哈伯把狗拉到身边，认为它会领他们找到主人的。水手盖好炉子的火，带上晚上吃剩下的饭。他们一起跟着托普向外冲去，这时，正是风雨最猛烈的时侯。

他们出去时是顺风，情况还好。当时是凌晨两点半，海水一直往上涨，几乎要把小岛淹没了。

早晨六点时，他们已经走了六英里了。托普往前跑跑，又往后跑跑，似乎在催促他们。托普带着大家离开海岸，五分钟后来到一个沙丘背后的洞口前，他们看到纳布跪在工程师赛勒斯哈顿的身旁。ideon Spilett was standing motionless on the shore, his arms crossed, gazing over the sea, the horizon of which was lost Gtowards the east in a thick black cloud which was spreading rapidly towards the zenith. The wind was already strong, and increased with the decline of day.The whole sky was of a threatening aspect, and the first symptoms of a violent storm were clearly visible.

Herbert entered the Chimneys, and Pencroft went towards the reporter. The latter, deeply absorbed, did not see him approach.

“We are going to have a dirty night, Mr. Spilett！”said the sailor：“Petrels delight in wind and rain.”

The reporter, turning at the moment, saw Pencroft, and his first words were，—

“At what distance from the coast would you say the car was, when the waves carried off our companion？”

The sailor had not expected this question. He reflected an instant and replied，—

“Two cables lengths at the most.”

“But what is a cable's length？”asked Gideon Spilett.

“About a hundred and twenty fathoms, or six hundred feet.”

“Then，”said the reporter，“Cyrus Harding must have disappeared twelve hundred feet at the most from the shore？”

“About that，”replied Pencroft.

“And his dog also？”

“Also.”

“What astonishes me，”rejoined the reporter，“while admitting that our companion has perished, is that Top has also met his death, and that neither the body of the dog nor of his master has been cast on the shore！”

“It is not astonishing, with such a heavy sea，”replied the sailor.“Besides, it is possible that currents have carried them farther down the coast.”

“Then, it is your opinion that our friend has perished in the waves？”again asked the reporter.

“That is my opinion.”

“My own opinion，”said Gideon Spilett，“with due deference to your experience, Pencroft, is that in the double fact of the absolute disappearance of Cyrus and Top, living or dead, there is something unaccountable and unlikely.”

“I wish I could think like you, Mr. Spilett，”replied Pencroft；“unhappily, my mind is made up on this point.”Having said this, the sailor returned to the Chimneys.A good fire crackled on the hearth.Herbert had just thrown on an armful of dry wood, and the flame cast a bright light into the darkest parts of the passage.

Pencroft immediately began to prepare the dinner. It appeared best to introduce something solid into the bill of fare, for all needed to get up their strength.The strings of couroucous were kept for the next day, but they plucked a couple of grouse, which were soon spitted on a stick, and roasting before a blazing fire.

At seven in the evening Neb had not returned. The prolonged absence of the Negro made Pencroft very uneasy.It was to be feared that he had met with an accident on this unknown land, or that the unhappy fellow had been driven to some act of despair.But Herbert drew very different conclusions from this absence.According to him, Neb's delay was caused by some new circumstances which had induced him to prolong his search.Also, everything new must be to the advantage of Cyrus Harding.Why had Neb not returned unless hope still detained him？Perhaps he had found some mark, a footstep, a trace which had put him in the right path.Perhaps he was at this moment on a certain track.Perhaps even he was near his master.

Thus the lad reasoned. Thus he spoke.His companions let him talk.The reporter alone approved with a gesture.But what Pencroft thought most probable was, that Neb had pushed his researches on the shore farther than the day before, and that he had not as yet had time to return.

Herbert, however, agitated by vague presentiments, several times manifested an intention to go to meet Neb. But Pencroft assured him that that would be a useless course, that in the darkness and deplorable weather he could not find any traces of Neb, and that it would be much better to wait.If Neb had not made his appearance by the next day, Pencroft would not hesitate to join him in his search.Gideon Spilett approved of the sailor's opinion that it was best not to divide, and Herbert was obliged to give up his project；but two large tears fell from his eyes.

The reporter could not refrain from embracing the generous boy.

Bad weather now set in. A furious gale from the southeast passed over the coast.The sea roared as it beat over the reef.Heavy rain was dashed by the storm into particles like dust.Ragged masses of vapor drove along the beach, on which the tormented shingles sounded as if poured out in cartloads, while the sand raised by the wind added as it were mineral dust to that which was liquid, and rendered the united attack insupportable.Between the river's mouth and the end of the cliff, eddies of wind whirled and gusts from this maelstrom lashed the water which ran through the narrow valley.The smoke from the fireplace was also driven back through the opening, filling the passages and rendering them uninhabitable.

Therefore, as the grouse were cooked, Pencroft let the fire die away, and only preserved a few embers buried under the ashes.

At eight o'clock Neb had not appeared, but there was no doubt that the frightful weather alone hindered his return, and that he must have taken refuge in some cave, to await the end of the storm or at least the return of day. As to going to meet him, or attempting to find him, it was impossible.

The game constituted the only dish at supper；the meat was excellent, and Pencroft and Herbert, whose long excursion had rendered them very hungry, devoured it with infinite satisfaction.

Their meal concluded, each retired to the corner in which he had rested the preceding night, and Herbert was not long in going to sleep near the sailor, who had stretched himself beside the fireplace.

Outside, as the night advaneed, the tempest also increased in strength, until it was equal to that which had carried the prisoners from Richmond to this land in the Pacific. The tempests which are frequent during the seasons of the equinox, and which are so prolific in catastrophes, are above all terrible over this immense ocean, which opposes no obstacle to their fury.No description can give an idea of the terrific violence of the gale as it beat upon the unprotected coast.

Happily the pile of rocks which formed the Chimneys was solid. It was composed of enormous blocks of granite, a few of which, insecurely balanced, seemed to tremble on their foundations, and Pencroft could feel repid quiverings under his head as it rested on the rock.But he repeated to himself, and rightly, that there was nothing to fear, and that their retreat would not give way.However he heard the noise of stones torn from the summit of the plateau by the wind, falling down on to the beach.A few even rolled on to the upper part of the Chimneys, or flew off in fragments when they were projected perpendicularly.Twice the sailor rose and intrenched himself at the opening of the passage, so as to take a look in safety at the outside.But there was nothing to be feared from these showers, which were not considerable, and he returned to his couch before the fireplace, where the embers glowed beneath the ashes.

Notwithstanding the fury of the hurricane, the uproar of the tempest, the thunder, and the tumult, Herbert slept profoundly. Sleep at last took possession of Pencroft, whom a seafaring life had habituated to anything.Gideon Spilett alone was kept awake by anxiety.He reproached himself with not having accompanied Neb.It was evident that he had not abandoned all hope.The presentiments which had troubled Herbert did not cease to agitate him also.His thoughts were concentrated on Neb.Why had Neb not returned？He tossed about on his sandy couch, scarcely giving a thought to the struggle of the elements.Now and then, his eyes, heavy with fatigue, closed for an instant, but some sudden thought reopened them almost immediately.

Meanwhile the night advanced, and it was perhaps two hours from morning, when Pencroft, then sound asleep, was vigorously shaken.

“What's the matter？”he cried, rousing himself, and collecting his ideas with the promptirude usual to seamen.

The reporter was leaning over him, and saying，—“Listen, Pencroft, listen！”

The sailor strained his ears, but could hear no noise beyond those caused by the storm.

“It is the wind，”said he.

“No，”replied Gideon Spilett, listening again，“I thought I heard—”

“What？”

“The barking of a dog！”

“A dog！”cried Pencroft, springing up.

“Yes—barking—”

“It's not possible！”replied the sailor.“And besides, how, in the roaring of the storm—”

“Stop—listen—”said the reporter.

Pencroft listened more attentively, and really thought he heard, during a lull, distant barking.

“Well！”said the reporter, pressing the sailor's hand.

“Yes—yes！”replied Pencroft.

“It is Top！It is Top！”cried Herbert, who had just awoke；and all three rushed towards the opening of the Chimneys. They had great difficulty in getting out.The wind drove them back.But at last they succeeded, and could only remain standing by leaning against the rocks.They looked about, but could not speak.The darkness was intense.The sea, the sky, the land were all mingled in one black mass.Not a speck of light was visible.

The reporter and his companions remained thus for a few minutes, overwhelmed by the wind, drenched by the rain, blinded by the sand. Then, in a pause of the tumult, they again heard the barking, which they found must be at some distance.

It could only be Top！But was he alone or accompanied？He was most probably alone, for, if Neb had been with him, he would have made his way more directly towards the Chimneys. The sailor squeezed the reporter's hand, for he could not make himself heard, in a way which signified“Wait！”then be reentered the passage.

An instant after he issued with a lighted fagot, which he threw into the darkness, whistling shrilly.

It appeared as if this signal had been waited for；the barking immediately came nearer, and soon a dog bounded into the passage. Pencroft, Herbert, and Spilett entered after him.

An armful of dry wood was thrown on the embers. The passage was lighted up with a bright flame.

“It is Top！”cried Herbert.

It was indeed Top, a magnificent Anglo-Norman, who derived from these two races crossed the swiftness of foot and the acuteness of smell which are the preeminent qualities of coursing dogs. It was the dog of the engineer, Cyrus Harding.But he was alone！Neither Neb nor his master accompanied him！

How was it that his instinct had guided him straight to the Chimneys, which he did not know？It appeared inexplicable, above all, in the midst of this black night and in such a tempest！But what was still more inexplicable was, that Top was neither tired, nor exhausted, nor even soiled with mud or sand！—Herbert had drawn him towards him, and was patting his head, the dog rubbing his neck against the lad's hands.

“If the dog is found, the master will be found also！”said the reporter.

“God grant it！”responded Herbert.“Let us set off！Top will guide us！”

Pencroft did not make any objection. He felt that Top's arrival contradicted his conjectures.“Come along then！”said he.

Pencroft carefully covered the embers on the hearth. He placed a few pieces of wood among them, so as to keep in the fire until their return.Then, preceded by the dog, who seemed to invite them by short barks to come with him, and followed by the reporter and the boy, he dashed out, after having put up in his handkerchief the remains of the supper.

The storm was then in all its violence, and perhaps at its height. Not a single ray of light from the moon pierced through the clouds.To follow a straight course was difficult.It was best to rely on Top's instinct.They did so.The reporter and Herbert walked behind the dog, and the sailor brought up the rear.It was impossible to exchange a word.The rain was not very heavy, but the wind was terrific.

However, one circumstance favored the seaman and his two companions. The wind being southeast, consequently blew on their backs.The clouds of sand, which otherwise would have been insupportable, from being received behind, did not in consequence impede their progress.In short, they sometimes went faster than they liked, and had some difficulty in keeping their feet；but hope gave them strength, for it was not at random that they made their way along the shore.They had no doubt that Neb had found his master, and that he had sent them the faithful dog.But was the engineer living, or had Neb only sent for his companions that they might render the last duties to the corpse of the unfortunate Harding？

After having passed the precipice, Herbert, the reporter, and Pencroft prudently stepped aside to stop and take breath. The turn of the rocks sheltered them from the wind, and they could breathe after this walk or rather run of a quarter of an hour.

They could now hear and reply to each other, and the lad having pronounced the name of Cyrus Harding, Top gave a few short barks, as much as to say that his master was saved.

“Saved, isn't he？”repeated Herbert；“saved, Top？”

And the dog barked in reply.

They once more set out. The tide began to rise, and urged by the wind it threatened to be unusually high, as it was a spring tide.Great billows thundered against the reef with such violence that they probably passed entirely over the islet, then quite invisible.The mole no longer protected the coast, which was directly exposed to the attacks of the open sea.

As soon as the sailor and his companions left the precipice, the wind struck them again with renewed fury. Though bent under the gale they walked very quickly, following Top, who did not hesitate as to what direction to take.They ascended towards the north, having on their left an interminable extent of billows, which broke with a deafening noise, and on their right a dark country, the aspect of which it was impossible to guess.But they felt that it was comparatively flat, for the wind passed completely over them, without being driven back as it was when it came in contact with the cliff.

At four o'clock in the morning, they reckoned that they had cleared about five miles. The clouds were slightly raised, and the wind, though less damp, was very sharp and cold.Insufficiently protected by their clothing, Pencroft, Herbert and Spilett suffered cruelly, but not a complaint escaped their lips.They were determined to follow Top, wherever the intelligent animal wished to lead them.

Towards five o'clock day began to break. At the zenith, where the fog was less thick, gray shades bordered the clouds；under an opaque belt, a luminous line clearly traced the horizon.The crests of the billows were tipped with a wild light, and the foam regained its whiteness.At the same time on the left the hilly parts of the coast could be seen, though very indistinctly.

At six o'clock day had broken. The clouds rapidly lifted.The seaman and his companions were then about six miles from the Chimneys.They were following a very flat shore bounded by a reef of rocks, whose heads scarcely emerged from the sea, for they were in deep water.On the left, the country appeared to be one vast extent of sandy downs, bristling with thistles.There was no cliff, and the shore offered no resistance to the ocean but a chain of irregular hillocks.Here and there grew two or three trees, inclined towards the west, their branches projecting in that direction.Quite behind, in the southwest, extended the border of the forest.

At this moment, Top became very excited. He ran forward, then returned, and seemed to entreat them to hasten their steps.The dog then left the beach, and guided by his wonderful instinct, without showing the least hesitation, went straight in among the downs.They followed him.The country appeared an absolute desert.Not a living creature was to be seen.

The downs, the extent of which was large, were composed of hillocks and even of hills, very irregularly distributed. They resembled a Switzer land modeled in sand, and only an amazing instinct could have possibly recognized the way.

Five minutes after having left the beach, the reporter and his two companions arrived at a sort of excavation, hollowed out at the back of a high mound. There Top stopped, and gave a loud, clear bark.Spilett, Herbert, and Pencroft dashed into the cave.

Neb was there, kneeling beside a body extended on a bed of grass. The body was that of the engineer, Cyrus Harding.第八章　Chapter 8导读

纳布还在那里跪着，记者解开了工程师的上衣，把耳朵贴在他胸前，经过长时间的观察，确认他还活着。

哈伯出去用手帕沾了点水，记者将工程师的嘴唇湿润了一下，工程师发出了一声叹息。

纳布把主人的衣服脱掉，没发现伤。大家用水手的短外套盖在工程师身上给他按摩，使他的身体暖和起来，工程师终于恢复了呼吸。

于是纳布讲述了事情的经过：那天拂晓他离开“壁炉”后，将海岸、沙滩都找遍了，他失望极了，但在下午五点时，在沙滩上发现了脚印，于是纳布跟着脚印走，又听到了狗叫声，便找到这里。

纳布对狗重复说了几次记者的名字，又指了指海岸南面，托普便朝着那个方向跑去。

记者对工程师能从海边到这里感到不可思议。这时，工程师又动了一下，不一会儿，便恢复了知觉。哈伯跑到海边，找了两只大蚌壳，水手用水调了点松鸡肉汁，让工程师喝下，工程师睁开眼，认出了他们，问这是在什么地方。

水手让他先不要考虑在什么地方，只要活着，什么问题都好解决，工程师听后又睡着了。

大家用粗树枝做了个担架，铺上树叶和草，做好后已经十点了。工程师已醒过来，又吃了些东西，剩下的食物由伙伴们分吃了。记者向他讲述了气球坠落后的情况，而工程师对于如何到了岩洞却一点也不清楚，大家都很惊奇。

工程师落到海里后，浮了起来。发现是托普救了他，工程师再抬头已看不到气球了，于是他拼命地游。托普咬住他的衣服拉着他，半小时后工程师同托普一起沉了下去，以后的事就不知道了。

大家猜测可能是工程师在失去记忆的情况下走到洞中的，这时水手拿着工程师的鞋和脚印也对上了。

将近中午，大家把工程师扶上担架，风还刮得很猛，但没下雨，下午五点半大家到达了断壁处，一会儿便到达了“壁炉”。工程师在担架上早已睡着了。“壁炉”出口处被海浪冲出了一条条深沟，火种熄灭了，当作火绒的焦布也不见了，洞内被冲得乱七八糟。eb did not move. Pencroft only uttered one word.“Living？”he cried.N

Neb did not reply. Spilett and the sailor turned pale.Herbert clasped his hands, and remained motionless.The poor Negro, absorbed in his grief, evidently had neither seen his companions nor heard the sailor speak.

The reporter knelt down beside the motionless body, and placed his ear to the engineer's chest, having first torn open his clothes. A minute—an age！—passed, during which he endeavored to catch the faintest throb of the heart.

Neb had raised himself a little and gazed without seeing. Despair had completely changed his countenance.He could scarcely be recognized, exhausted with fatigue, broken with grief.He believed his master was dead.

Gideon Spilett at last rose, after a long and attentive examination.

“He lives！”said he.

Pencroft knelt in his turn beside the engineer, he also heard a throbbing, and even felt a slight breath on his cheek.

Herbert at a word from the reporter ran out to look for water. He found, a hundred feet off, a limpid stream, which seemed to have been greatly increased by the rains, and which filtered through the sand；but nothing in which to put the water, not even a shell among the downs.The lad was obliged to content himself with dipping his handkerchief in the stream, and with it hastened back to the grotto.

Happily the wet handkerchief was enough for Gideon Spilett, who only wished to wet the engineer's lips. The cold water produced an almost immediate effect.His chest heaved and he seemed to try to speak.

“We will save him！”exclaimed the reporter.

At these words hope revived in Neb's heart. He undressed his master to see if he was wounded, but not so much as a bruise was to be found, either on the head, body, or limbs, which was surprising, as he must have been dashed against the rocks；even the hands were uninjured, and it was difficult to explain how the engineer showed no traces of the efforts which he must have made to get out of reach of the breakers.

But the explanation would come later. When Cyrus was able to speak he would say what had happened.For the present the question was, how to recall him to life, and it appeared likely that rubbing would bring this about；so they set to work with the sailor's jersey.The engineer, revived by this rude shampooing, moved his arm slightly and began to breathe more regularly.He was sinking from exhaustion, and certairily, had not the reporter and his companions arrived, it would have been all over with Cyrus Harding.

“You thought your mater was dead, didn't you？”said the seaman to Neb.

“Yes！quite dead！”replied Neb，“and if Top had not found you, and brought you here, I should have buried my master, and then have lain down on his grave to die！”

It had indeed been a narrow escape for Cyrus Harding！

Neb then recounted what had happened. The day before, after having left the Chimneys at daybreak, he had ascended the coast in a northerly direction, and had reached that part of the shore which he had already visited.

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