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<h2> CHAPTER XVII. A SECOND ENIGMA </h2>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>"Depend upon it, captain, you are mistaken," replied the lieutenant; "the
right thing to do is to use the <i>Dobryna</i> while she is available."</p>
<p>"Available! What do you mean?" asked the count, somewhat taken by
surprise.</p>
<p>"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."</p>
<p>"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?"</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>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 <i>Dobryna</i> was therefore
unimpeded by ice, but it could not be concealed that there was the
greatest necessity to maintain the utmost possible speed.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>Next day the direct progress of the <i>Dobryna</i> 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 Bonifacio 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.</p>
<p>The <i>Dobryna</i> 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 justice, has gained for itself the title of "the poor man's
cow." So far from being alarmed at the presence of strangers, the goat ran
nimbly towards them, and then, by its movements and plaintive cries,
seemed to be enticing them to follow it.</p>
<p>"Come," said Servadac; "let us see where it will lead us; it is more than
probable it is not alone."</p>
<p>The count agreed; and the animal, as if comprehending what was said,
trotted on gently for about a hundred paces, and stopped in front of a
kind of cave or burrow that was half concealed by a grove of lentisks.
Here a little girl, seven or eight years of age, with rich brown hair and
lustrous dark eyes, beautiful as one of Murillo's angels, was peeping
shyly through the branches. Apparently discovering nothing in the aspect
of the strangers to excite her apprehensions, the child suddenly gained
confidence, darted forwards with outstretched hands, and in a voice, soft
and melodious as the language which she spoke, said in Italian:</p>
<p>"I like you; you will not hurt me, will you?"</p>
<p>"Hurt you, my child?" answered Servadac. "No, indeed; we will be your
friends; we will take care of you."</p>
<p>And after a few moments' scrutiny of the pretty maiden, he added:</p>
<p>"Tell us your name, little one."</p>
<p>"Nina!" was the child's reply.</p>
<p>"Well, then, Nina, can you tell us where we are?"</p>
<p>"At Madalena, I think," said the little girl; "at least, I know I was
there when that dreadful shock came and altered everything."</p>
<p>The count knew that Madalena was close to Caprera, to the north of
Sardinia, which had entirely disappeared in the disaster. By dint of a
series of questions, he gained from the child a very intelligent account
of her experiences. She told him that she had no parents, and had been
employed in taking care of a flock of goats belonging to one of the
landowners, when one day, all of a sudden, everything around her, except
this little piece of land, had been swallowed up, and that she and Marzy,
her pet goat, had been left quite alone. She went on to say that at first
she had been very frightened; but when she found that the earth did not
shake any more, she had thanked the great God, and had soon made herself
very happy living with Marzy. She had enough food, she said, and had been
waiting for a boat to fetch her, and now a boat had come and she was quite
ready to go away; only they must let her goat go with her: they would both
like so much to get back to the old farm.</p>
<p>"Here, at least, is one nice little inhabitant of Gallia," said Captain
Servadac, as he caressed the child and conducted her to the boat.</p>
<p>Half an hour later, both Nina and Marzy were safely quartered on board the
yacht. It is needless to say that they received the heartiest of welcomes.
The Russian sailors, ever superstitious, seemed almost to regard the
coming of the child as the appearance of an angel; and, incredible as it
may seem, more than one of them wondered whether she had wings, and
amongst themselves they commonly referred to her as "the little Madonna."</p>
<p>Soon out of sight of Madalena, the <i>Dobryna</i> for some hours held a
southeasterly course along the shore, which here was fifty leagues in
advance of the former coast-line of Italy, demonstrating that a new
continent must have been formed, substituted as it were for the old
peninsula, of which not a vestige could be identified. At a latitude
corresponding with the latitude of Rome, the sea took the form of a deep
gulf, extending back far beyond the site of the Eternal City; the coast
making a wide sweep round to the former position of Calabria, and jutting
far beyond the outline of "the boot," which Italy resembles. But the
beacon of Messina was not to be discerned; no trace, indeed, survived of
any portion of Sicily; the very peak of Etna, 11,000 feet as it had reared
itself above the level of the sea, had vanished utterly.</p>
<p>Another sixty leagues to the south, and the <i>Dobryna</i> sighted the
entrance of the strait which had afforded her so providential a refuge
from the tempest, and had conducted her to the fragmentary relic of
Gibraltar. Hence to the Gulf of Cabes had been already explored, and as it
was universally allowed that it was unnecessary to renew the search in
that direction, the lieutenant started off in a transverse course, towards
a point hitherto uninvestigated. That point was reached on the 3rd of
March, and thence the coast was continuously followed, as it led through
what had been Tunis, across the province of Constantine, away to the oasis
of Ziban; where, taking a sharp turn, it first reached a latitude of 32
degrees, and then returned again, thus forming a sort of irregular gulf,
enclosed by the same unvarying border of mineral concrete. This colossal
boundary then stretched away for nearly 150 leagues over the Sahara
desert, and, extending to the south of Gourbi Island, occupied what, if
Morocco had still existed, would have been its natural frontier.</p>
<p>Adapting her course to these deviations of the coastline, the <i>Dobryna</i>
was steering northwards, and had barely reached the limit of the bay, when
the attention of all on board was arrested by the phenomenon of a volcano,
at least 3,000 feet high, its crater crowned with smoke, which
occasionally was streaked by tongues of flame.</p>
<p>"A burning mountain!" they exclaimed.</p>
<p>"Gallia, then, has some internal heat," said Servadac.</p>
<p>"And why not, captain?" rejoined the lieutenant. "If our asteroid has
carried with it a portion of the old earth's atmosphere, why should it not
likewise retain something of its central fire?"</p>
<p>"Ah, well!" said the captain, shrugging his shoulders, "I dare say there
is caloric enough in our little world to supply the wants of its
population."</p>
<p>Count Timascheff interrupted the silence that followed this conversation
by saying, "And now, gentlemen, as our course has brought us on our way
once more towards Gibraltar, what do you say to our renewing our
acquaintance with the Englishmen? They will be interested in the result of
our voyage."</p>
<p>"For my part," said Servadac, "I have no desire that way. They know where
to find Gourbi Island; they can betake themselves thither just when they
please. They have plenty of provisions. If the water freezes, 120 leagues
is no very great distance. The reception they gave us was not so cordial
that we need put ourselves out of the way to repeat our visit."</p>
<p>"What you say is too true," replied the count. "I hope we shall show them
better manners when they condescend to visit us."</p>
<p>"Ay," said Servadac, "we must remember that we are all one people now; no
longer Russian, French, or English. Nationality is extinct."</p>
<p>"I am sadly afraid, however," continued the count, "that an Englishman
will be an Englishman ever."</p>
<p>"Yes," said the captain, "that is always their failing."</p>
<p>And thus all further thought of making their way again to the little
garrison of Gibraltar was abandoned.</p>
<p>But even if their spirit of courtesy had disposed them to renew their
acquaintance with the British officers, there were two circumstances that
just then would have rendered such a proposal very unadvisable. In the
first place, Lieutenant Procope was convinced that it could not be much
longer now before the sea would be entirely frozen; and, besides this, the
consumption of their coal, through the speed they had maintained, had been
so great that there was only too much reason to fear that fuel would fail
them. Anyhow, the strictest economy was necessary, and it was accordingly
resolved that the voyage should not be much prolonged. Beyond the volcanic
peak, moreover, the waters seemed to expand into a boundless ocean, and it
might be a thing full of risk to be frozen up while the yacht was so
inadequately provisioned. Taking all these things into account, it was
agreed that further investigations should be deferred to a more favorable
season, and that, without delay, the <i>Dobryna</i> should return to
Gourbi Island.</p>
<p>This decision was especially welcome to Hector Servadac, who, throughout
the whole of the last five weeks, had been agitated by much anxious
thought on account of the faithful servant he had left behind.</p>
<p>The transit from the volcano to the island was not long, and was marked by
only one noticeable incident. This was the finding of a second mysterious
document, in character precisely similar to what they had found before.
The writer of it was evidently engaged upon a calculation, probably
continued from day to day, as to the motions of the planet Gallia upon its
orbit, and committing the results of his reckonings to the waves as the
channel of communication.</p>
<p>Instead of being enclosed in a telescope-case, it was this time secured in
a preserved-meat tin, hermetically sealed, and stamped with the same
initials on the wax that fastened it. The greatest care was used in
opening it, and it was found to contain the following message:</p>
<p>"Gallia Ab sole, au 1 mars, dist. 78,000,000 l.! Chemin parcouru de fev. a
mars: 59,000,000 1.! <i>Va bene! All right! Nil desperandum!</i></p>
<p>"Enchante!"</p>
<p>"Another enigma!" exclaimed Servadac; "and still no intelligible
signature, and no address. No clearing up of the mystery!"</p>
<p>"I have no doubt, in my own mind," said the count, "that it is one of a
series. It seems to me probable that they are being sent broadcast upon
the sea."</p>
<p>"I wonder where the hare-brained <i>savant</i> that writes them can be
living?" observed Servadac.</p>
<p>"Very likely he may have met with the fate of AEsop's abstracted
astronomer, who found himself at the bottom of a well."</p>
<p>"Ay; but where <i>is</i> that well?" demanded the captain.</p>
<p>This was a question which the count was incapable of settling; and they
could only speculate afresh as to whether the author of the riddles was
dwelling upon some solitary island, or, like themselves, was navigating
the waters of the new Mediterranean. But they could detect nothing to
guide them to a definite decision.</p>
<p>After thoughtfully regarding the document for some time. Lieutenant
Procope proceeded to observe that he believed the paper might be
considered as genuine, and accordingly, taking its statements as reliable,
he deduced two important conclusions: first, that whereas, in the month of
January, the distance traveled by the planet (hypothetically called
Gallia) had been recorded as 82,000,000 leagues, the distance traveled in
February was only 59,000,000 leagues—a difference of 23,000,000
leagues in one month; secondly, that the distance of the planet from the
sun, which on the 15th of February had been 59,000,000 leagues, was on the
1st of March 78,000,000 leagues—an increase of 19,000,000 leagues in
a fortnight. Thus, in proportion as Gallia receded from the sun, so did
the rate of speed diminish by which she traveled along her orbit; facts to
be observed in perfect conformity with the known laws of celestial
mechanism.</p>
<p>"And your inference?" asked the count.</p>
<p>"My inference," replied the lieutenant, "is a confirmation of my surmise
that we are following an orbit decidedly elliptical, although we have not
yet the material to determine its eccentricity."</p>
<p>"As the writer adheres to the appellation of Gallia, do you not think,"
asked the count, "that we might call these new waters the Gallian Sea?"</p>
<p>"There can be no reason to the contrary, count," replied the lieutenant;
"and as such I will insert it upon my new chart."</p>
<p>"Our friend," said Servadac, "seems to be more and more gratified with the
condition of things; not only has he adopted our motto, '<i>Nil
desperandum!</i>' but see how enthusiastically he has wound up with his '<i>Enchante!</i>'"</p>
<p>The conversation dropped.</p>
<p>A few hours later the man on watch announced that Gourbi Island was in
sight.</p>
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