A Journey to the Interior of the Earth HTML version

I then remembered that we had searched for it in vain the evening before. My uncle
questioned Hans, who, after having examined attentively with the eye of a huntsman,
"Up there."
And so it was. The bundle had been caught by a projection a hundred feet above us.
Immediately the Icelander climbed up like a cat, and in a few minutes the package was in
our possession.
"Now," said my uncle, "let us breakfast; but we must lay in a good stock, for we don't
know how long we may have to go on."
The biscuit and extract of meat were washed down with a draught of water mingled with
a little gin.
Breakfast over, my uncle drew from his pocket a small notebook, intended for scientific
observations. He consulted his instruments, and recorded:
"Monday, July 1.
"Chronometer, 8.17 a.m.; barometer, 297 in.; thermometer, 6 deg. (43 deg. F.). Direction,
This last observation applied to the dark gallery, and was indicated by the compass.
"Now, Axel," cried the Professor with enthusiasm, "now we are really going into the
interior of the earth. At this precise moment the journey commences."
So saying, my uncle took in one hand Ruhmkorff's apparatus, which was hanging from
his neck; and with the other he formed an electric communication with the coil in the
lantern, and a sufficiently bright light dispersed the darkness of the passage.
Hans carried the other apparatus, which was also put into action. This ingenious
application of electricity would enable us to go on for a long time by creating an artificial
light even in the midst of the most inflammable gases.
"Now, march!" cried my uncle.
Each shouldered his package. Hans drove before him the load of cords and clothes; and,
myself walking last, we entered the gallery.