Off on a Comet by Jules Verne (best non fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

A SECOND ENIGMA

Upon re-embarking, the bewildered explorers began to discuss the question

whether it would not now be desirable to make their way back to Gourbi Island,

which was apparently the only spot in their new world from which they could

hope to derive their future sustenance. Captain Servadac tried to console

himself with the reflection that Gourbi Island was, after all, a fragment

of a French colony, and as such almost like a bit of his dear France;

and the plan of returning thither was on the point of being adopted,

when Lieutenant Procope remarked that they ought to remember that they

had not hitherto made an entire circuit of the new shores of the sea on

which they were sailing.

“We have,” he said, “neither investigated the northern shore from the site

of Cape Antibes to the strait that brought us to Gibraltar, nor have we

followed the southern shore that stretches from the strait to the Gulf

of Cabes. It is the old coast, and not the new, that we have been tracing;

as yet, we cannot say positively that there is no outlet to the south;

as yet, we cannot assert that no oasis of the African desert has escaped

the catastrophe. Perhaps, even here in the north, we may find that

Italy and Sicily and the larger islands of the Mediterranean may still

maintain their existence.”

“I entirely concur with you,” said Count Timascheff.

“I quite think we ought to make our survey of the confines

of this new basin as complete as possible before we withdraw.”

Servadac, although he acknowledged the justness of these observations,

could not help pleading that the explorations might be deferred until

after a visit had been paid to Gourbi Island.

“Depend upon it, captain, you are mistaken,” replied the lieutenant;”

the right thing to do is to use the Dobryna while she is available.”

“Available! What do you mean?” asked the count, somewhat taken by surprise.

“I mean,” said Procope, “that the farther this Gallia of ours

recedes from the sun, the lower the temperature will fall.

It is likely enough, I think, that before long the sea

will be frozen over, and navigation will be impossible.

Already you have learned something of the difficulties of

traversing a field of ice, and I am sure, therefore, you will

acquiesce in my wish to continue our explorations while the water

is still open.”

“No doubt you are right, lieutenant,” said the count.

“We will continue our search while we can for some remaining

fragment of Europe. Who shall tell whether we may not meet

with some more survivors from the catastrophe, to whom it

might be in our power to afford assistance, before we go into

our winter quarters?”

Generous and altogether unselfish as this sentiment really was,

it was obviously to the general interest that they should

become acquainted, and if possible establish friendly relations,

with any human inhabitant who might be sharing their own strange

destiny in being rolled away upon a new planet into the infinitude

of space. All difference of race, all distinction of nationality,

must be merged into the one thought that, few as they were,

they were the sole surviving representatives of a world which it

seemed exceedingly improbable that they would ever see again;

and common sense dictated that they were bound to direct all

their energies to insure that their asteroid should at least

have a united and sympathizing population.

It was on the 25th of February that the yacht left the little

creek in which she had taken refuge, and setting off at full

steam eastwards, she continued her way along the northern shore.

A brisk breeze tended to increase the keenness of the temperature,

the thermometer being, on an average, about two degrees below zero.

Salt water freezes only at a lower temperature than fresh;

the course of the Dobryna was therefore unimpeded by ice,

but it could not be concealed that there was the greatest necessity

to maintain the utmost possible speed.

The nights continued lovely; the chilled condition of the atmosphere

prevented the formation of clouds; the constellations gleamed

forth with unsullied luster; and, much as Lieutenant Procope,

from nautical considerations, might regret the absence of the moon,

he could not do otherwise than own that the magnificent nights

of Gallia were such as must awaken the enthusiasm of an astronomer.

And, as if to compensate for the loss of the moonlight,

the heavens were illuminated by a superb shower of falling stars,

far exceeding, both in number and in brilliancy, the phenomena

which are commonly distinguished as the August and November meteors;

in fact, Gallia was passing through that meteoric ring which is known

to lie exterior to the earth’s orbit, but almost concentric with it.

The rocky coast, its metallic surface reflecting the glow of

the dazzling luminaries, appeared literally stippled with light,

whilst the sea, as though spattered with burning hailstones,

shone with a phosphorescence that was perfectly splendid.

So great, however, was the speed at which Gallia was receding

from the sun, that this meteoric storm lasted scarcely more than

four and twenty hours.

Next day the direct progress of the Dobryna was arrested by a

long projection of land, which obliged her to turn southwards,

until she reached what formerly would have been the southern

extremity of Corsica. Of this, however, there was now no trace;

the Strait of Boni-facio had been replaced by a vast expanse of water,

which had at first all the appearance of being utterly desert;

but on the following morning the explorers unexpectedly sighted

a little island, which, unless it should prove, as was only too likely,

to be of recent origin they concluded, from its situation,

must be a portion of the northernmost territory of Sardinia.

The Dobryna approached the land as nearly as was prudent,

the boat was lowered, and in a few minutes the count and Servadac

had landed upon the islet, which was a mere plot of meadow land,

not much more than two acres in extent, dotted here and there with a few

myrtle-bushes and lentisks, interspersed with some ancient olives.

Having ascertained, as they imagined, that the spot was devoid of

living creature, they were on the point of returning to their boat,

when their attention was arrested by a faint bleating, and immediately

afterwards a solitary she-goat came bounding towards the shore.

The creature had dark, almost black hair, and small curved horns,

and was a specimen of that domestic breed which, with considerable