20,000 Leagues Under The Sea. Жюль Верн
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– see! look out! It moves – forward – on to us!’
A general cry rose from the frigate.
‘Silence!’ called out the captain. ‘Up with the helm! Reverse the engines!’
The frigate thus tried to escape, but the supernatural animal approached her with a speed double her own.
Stupefaction, more than fear, kept us mute and motionless. The animal gained upon us. It made the round of the frigate, which was then going at the rate of fourteen knots, and enveloped her with its electric ring like luminous dust. Then it went two or three miles off, leaving a phosphoric trail like the steam of an express locomotive. All at once, from the dark limits of the horizon, where it went to gain its momentum, the monster rushed towards the frigate with frightful rapidity, stopped suddenly at a distance of twenty feet, and then went out, not diving, for its brilliancy did not die out by degrees, but all at once, as if turned off. Then it reappeared on the other side of the ship, either going round her or gliding under her hull. A collision might have occurred at any moment, which might have been fatal to us.
I was astonished at the way the ship was worked. She was being attacked instead of attacking; and I asked Captain Farragut the reason. On the captain’s generally impassive face was an expression of profound astonishment.
‘M. Aronnax,’ he said, ‘I do not know with how formidable a being I have to deal, and I will not imprudently risk my frigate in the darkness. We must wait for daylight, and then we shall change parts.’
‘You have no longer any doubt, captain, of the nature of the animal?’
‘No, sir. It is evidently a gigantic narwhal, and an electric one too.’
‘Perhaps,’ I added, ‘we can no more approach it than we could a gymnotus or a torpedo.’
‘It may possess as great blasting properties, and if it does it is the most terrible animal that ever was created. That is why I must keep on my guard.’
All the crew remained up that night. No one thought of going to sleep. The Abraham Lincoln not being able to compete in speed, was kept under half-steam. On its side the narwhal imitated the frigate, let the waves rock it at will, and seemed determined not to leave the scene of combat.
Towards midnight, however, it disappeared, dying out like a large glowworm. At seven minutes to one in the morning a deafening whistle was heard, like that produced by a column of water driven out with extreme violence.
The captain, Ned Land, and I were then on the poop, peering with eagerness through the profound darkness.
‘Ned Land,’ asked the commander, ‘have you often heard whales roar?’
‘Yes, captain, often; but never such a whale as I earned 2000 dollars by sighting.’
‘True, you have a right to the prize; but tell me, is it the same noise they make?’
‘Yes, sir; but this one is incomparably louder. It is not to be mistaken. It is certainly a cetacean there in our seas. With your permission, sir, we will have a few words with him at daybreak.’
‘If he is in a humour to hear them, Mr Land,’ said I, in an unconvinced tone.
‘Let me get within a length of four harpoons,’ answered the Canadian, ‘and he will be obliged to listen to me.’
‘But in order to approach him,’ continued the captain, ‘I shall have to put a whaler at your disposition.’
‘Certainly sir.’
‘But that will be risking the lives of my men.’
‘And mine too,’ answered the harpooner simply.
About 2 a.m. the luminous focus reappeared, no less intense, about five miles to the windward of the frigate. Notwithstanding the distance and the noise of the wind and sea, the loud strokes of the animal’s tail were distinctly heard, and even its panting breathing. When the enormous narwhal came up to the surface to breathe, it seemed as if the air rushed into its lungs like steam in the vast cylinders of a 2000 horse-power engine.
‘Hum!’ thought I, ‘a whale with the strength of a cavalry regiment would be a pretty whale!’
Until daylight we were all on the qui-vive, and then the fishing tackle was prepared. The first mate loaded the blunderbusses, which throw harpoons the distance of a mile, and long duck-guns with explosive bullets, which inflict mortal wounds even upon the most powerful animals. Ned Land contented himself with sharpening his harpoon – a terrible weapon in his hands.
Day began to break, and with the first glimmer of dawn the electric light of the narwhal disappeared. At 7 a.m. a very thick sea-fog obscured the atmosphere, and the best glasses could not pierce it.
I climbed the mizenmast and found some officers already perched on the mast-heads.
At 8 a.m. the mist began to clear away. Suddenly, like the night before, Ned Land’s voice was heard calling, –
‘The thing in question on the port quarter!’
All eyes were turned towards the point indicated. There, a mile and a half from the frigate, a large black body emerged more than a yard above the waves. Its tail, violently agitated, produced a considerable eddy. Never did caudal appendage beat the sea with such force. An immense track, dazzlingly white, marked the passage of the animal, and described a long curve.
The frigate approached the cetacean, and I could see it well. The accounts of it given by the Shannon and Helvetia had rather exaggerated its dimensions, and I estimated its length at 150 feet only. As to its other dimensions, I could only conceive them to be in proportion.
Whilst I was observing it, two jets of vapour and water sprang from its vent-holes and ascended to a height of fifty yards, thus fixing my opinion as to its way of breathing. I concluded definitely that it belonged to the vertebrate branch of mammalia, order of cetaceans, family…Here I could not decide. The order of cetaceans comprehends three families – whales, cachalots, and dolphins – and it is in the last that narwhals are placed.
The crew were waiting impatiently for their captain’s orders. Farragut, after attentively examining the animal, had the chief engineer called.
‘Is your steam up?’ asked the captain.
‘Yes, captain,’ answered the engineer.
‘Then make up your fires and put on all steam.’
Three cheers greeted this order. The hour of combat had struck. Some minutes afterwards the funnels of the frigate were giving out torrents of black smoke, and the deck shook under the trembling of the boilers.
The Abraham Lincoln, propelled by her powerful screw, went straight at the animal, who let her approach to within half a cable’s length, and then, as if disdaining to dive, made a little attempt at flight, and contented itself with keeping its distance.
This pursuit lasted about three-quarters of an hour, without the frigate gaining four yards on the cetacean. It was quite evident she would never reach it at that rate.
The captain twisted his beard impatiently.
‘Ned Land!’ called the captain, ‘do you think I had better have the boats lowered?’
‘No, sir,’ answered Ned Land, ‘for that animal won’t be caught unless it chooses.’
‘What must be done, then?’
‘Force steam if you can, captain, and I, with your permission, will post myself under the bowsprit, and if we get within a harpoon length I shall hurl one.’
‘Very well,’ said the captain. ‘Engineer, put on more pressure.’
Ned Land went to his post, the fires were increased, the screw revolved forty-three times a minute, and the steam poured out of the valves. The log was heaved, and it was found that the frigate was going eighteen miles and five-tenths an hour. But the animal