Two young boys find some very unusual new pets. Author: Isaac Asimo Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter
I was much impressed on touching land. Ned Land tried the soil with his feet, as if to take possession of it. However, it was
This cell was, to speak correctly, the arsenal and wardrobe of the Nautilus. A dozen diving apparatuses hung from the partition waiting our use. Ned
A moment after we were seated on a divan in the saloon smoking. The Captain showed me a sketch that gave the plan, section, and
It was different, looking at them as though they were “people.” As animals, they had been interesting; as “people,” horrible. Their eyes, which were neutral
Lunch was half over when Slim dashed into the dining room. For a moment, he stood abashed, and then he said in what was almost
The swaying had come to a halt and it was dark. The Explorer was not comfortable in the alien air. It felt as thick as
The panels had closed on this dreadful vision, but light had not returned to the saloon: all was silence and darkness within the Nautilus. At
The Atlantic! a vast sheet of water whose superficial area covers twenty-five millions of square miles, the length of which is nine thousand miles, with
On the 28th of February, when at noon the Nautilus came to the surface of the sea, in 9@ 4′ N. lat., there was land
The Merchant said, “Will we be taking off soon?” “Half an hour,” said the Explorer. It was going to be a lonely trip back. All
The Industrialist stared, looked at the Astronomer, turned to stare again. “Those?” “Those,” said the Astronomer. “I have no doubt we appear strange and repulsive
Thus ends the voyage under the seas. What passed during that night– how the boat escaped from the eddies of the maelstrom– how Ned Land,
The way of describing this unlooked-for scene, the history of the patriot ship, told at first so coldly, and the emotion with which this strange
In consequence of the storm, we had been thrown eastward once more. All hope of escape on the shores of New York or St. Lawrence
This dreadful scene on April 20 none of us will ever be able to forget. I wrote it up in a state of intense excitement.
How I got into the platform I’m unable to say. Perhaps the Canadian transferred me there. But I could breathe, I could inhale the life–giving
I rushed on to the platform. Yes! the open sea, with but a few scattered pieces of ice and moving icebergs–a long stretch of sea;
The next morning, the 19th of February, I saw the Canadian enter my room. I expected this visit. He looked very disappointed. “Well, sir?” said
The next day, the 12th of February, at the dawn of day, the Nautilus rose to the surface. I hastened on to the platform. Three
We now come to the second part of our journey under the sea. The first ended with the moving scene in the coral cemetery which