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1NED LAND'S TEMPERS How long we slept I do not know; but our sleep must have lasted long, for it rested us completely
2from our fatigues. I woke first. My companions had not moved, and were still stretched in their corner. Hardly roused
3from my somewhat hard couch, I felt my brain freed, my mind clear. I then began an attentive examination of our cell.
4Nothing was changed inside. The prison was still a prison,--the prisoners, prisoners. However, the steward, during our
5sleep, had cleared the table. I breathed with difficulty. The heavy air seemed to oppress my lungs. Although the cell
6was large, we had evidently consumed a great part of the oxygen that it contained. Indeed, each man consumes, in one
7hour, the oxygen contained in more than 176 pints of air, and this air, charged (as then) with a nearly equal quantity
8of carbonic acid, becomes unbreathable. It became necessary to renew the atmosphere of our prison, and no doubt the
9whole in the submarine boat. That gave rise to a question in my mind. How would the commander of this floating
10dwelling-place proceed? Would he obtain air by chemical means, in getting by heat the oxygen contained in chlorate of
11potash, and in absorbing carbonic acid by caustic potash? Or, a more convenient, economical, and consequently more
12probable alternative, would he be satisfied to rise and take breath at the surface of the water, like a cetacean, and so
13renew for twenty-four hours the atmospheric provision? In fact, I was already obliged to increase my respirations to eke
14out of this cell the little oxygen it contained, when suddenly I was refreshed by a current of pure air, and perfumed
15with saline emanations. It was an invigorating sea breeze, charged with iodine. I opened my mouth wide, and my lungs
16saturated themselves with fresh particles. At the same time I felt the boat rolling. The iron-plated monster had
17evidently just risen to the surface of the ocean to breathe, after the fashion of whales. I found out from that the mode
18of ventilating the boat. When I had inhaled this air freely, I sought the conduit-pipe, which conveyed to us the
19beneficial whiff, and I was not long in finding it. Above the door was a ventilator, through which volumes of fresh air
20renewed the impoverished atmosphere of the cell. I was making my observations, when Ned and Conseil awoke almost at the
21same time, under the influence of this reviving air. They rubbed their eyes, stretched themselves, and were on their
22feet in an instant. "Did master sleep well?" asked Conseil, with his usual politeness. "Very well, my brave boy. And
23you, Mr. Land?" "Soundly, Professor. But I don't know if I am right or not; there seems to be a sea breeze!" A seaman
24could not be mistaken, and I told the Canadian all that had passed during his sleep. "Good!" said he; "that accounts for
25those roarings we heard, when the supposed narwhal sighted the Abraham Lincoln." "Quite so, Master Land; it was taking
26breath." "Only, M. Aronnax, I have no idea what o'clock it is, unless it is dinner-time." "Dinner-time! my good fellow?
27Say rather breakfast-time, for we certainly have begun another day." "So," said Conseil, "we have slept twenty-four
28hours?" "That is my opinion." "I will not contradict you," replied Ned Land. "But dinner or breakfast, the steward will
29be welcome, whichever he brings." "Master Land, we must conform to the rules on board, and I suppose our appetites are
30in advance of the dinner hour." "That is just like you, friend Conseil," said Ned, impatiently. "You are never out of
31temper, always calm; you would return thanks before grace, and die of hunger rather than complain!" Time was getting on,
32and we were fearfully hungry; and this time the steward did not appear. It was rather too long to leave us, if they
33really had good intentions towards us. Ned Land, tormented by the cravings of hunger, got still more angry; and,
34notwithstanding his promise, I dreaded an explosion when he found himself with one of the crew. For two hours more Ned
35Land's temper increased; he cried, he shouted, but in vain. The walls were deaf. There was no sound to be heard in the
36boat: all was still as death. It did not move, for I should have felt the trembling motion of the hull under the
37influence of the screw. Plunged in the depths of the waters, it belonged no longer to earth:--this silence was dreadful.
38I felt terrified, Conseil was calm, Ned Land roared. Just then a noise was heard outside. Steps sounded on the metal
39flags. The locks were turned, the door opened, and the steward appeared. Before I could rush forward to stop him, the
40Canadian had thrown him down, and held him by the throat. The steward was choking under the grip of his powerful hand.
41Conseil was already trying to unclasp the harpooner's hand from his half-suffocated victim, and I was going to fly to
42the rescue, when suddenly I was nailed to the spot by hearing these words in French-- "Be quiet, Master Land; and you,
43Professor, will you be so good as to listen to me?"
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