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contented himself with twisting his beard—he gnawed it.

      The engineer was called again.

      "You have turned full steam on?"

      "Yes, sir," replied the engineer.

      The speed of the Abraham Lincoln increased. Its masts trembled down to their stepping holes, and the clouds of smoke could hardly find way out of the narrow funnels.

      They heaved the log a second time.

      "Well?" asked the captain of the man at the wheel.

      "Nineteen miles and three-tenths, sir."

      "Clap on more steam."

      The engineer obeyed. The manometer showed ten degrees. But the cetacean grew warm itself, no doubt; for without straining itself, it made 19 3/10 miles.

      What a pursuit! No, I cannot describe the emotion that vibrated through me. Ned Land kept his post, harpoon in hand. Several times the animal let us gain upon it.—"We shall catch it! we shall catch it!" cried the Canadian. But just as he was going to strike, the cetacean stole away with a rapidity that could not be estimated at less than thirty miles an hour, and even during our maximum of speed, it bullied the frigate, going round and round it. A cry of fury broke from everyone!

      At noon we were no further advanced than at eight o'clock in the morning.

      The captain then decided to take more direct means.

      "Ah!" said he, "that animal goes quicker than the Abraham Lincoln. Very well! we will see whether it will escape these conical bullets. Send your men to the forecastle, sir."

      The forecastle gun was immediately loaded and slewed round. But the shot passed some feet above the cetacean, which was half a mile off.

      "Another, more to the right," cried the commander, "and five dollars to whoever will hit that infernal beast."

      An old gunner with a grey beard—that I can see now—with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim. A loud report was heard, with which were mingled the cheers of the crew.

      The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, and, sliding off the rounded surface, was lost in two miles depth of sea.

      The chase began again, and the captain, leaning towards me, said:

      "I will pursue that beast till my frigate bursts up."

      "Yes," answered I; "and you will be quite right to do it."

      I wished the beast would exhaust itself, and not be insensible to fatigue like a steam engine. But it was of no use. Hours passed, without its showing any signs of exhaustion.

      However, it must be said in praise of the Abraham Lincoln that she struggled on indefatigably. I cannot reckon the distance she made under three hundred miles during this unlucky day, November the 6th. But night came on, and overshadowed the rough ocean.

      Now I thought our expedition was at an end, and that we should never again see the extraordinary animal. I was mistaken. At ten minutes to eleven in the evening, the electric light reappeared three miles to windward of the frigate, as pure, as intense as during the preceding night.

      The narwhal seemed motionless; perhaps, tired with its day's work, it slept, letting itself float with the undulation of the waves. Now was a chance of which the captain resolved to take advantage.

      He gave his orders. The Abraham Lincoln kept up half steam, and advanced cautiously so as not to awake its adversary. It is no rare thing to meet in the middle of the ocean whales so sound asleep that they can be successfully attacked, and Ned Land had harpooned more than one during its sleep. The Canadian went to take his place again under the bowsprit.

      The frigate approached noiselessly, stopped at two cables' lengths from the animal, and following its track. No one breathed; a deep silence reigned on the bridge. We were not a hundred feet from the burning focus, the light of which increased and dazzled our eyes.

      At this moment, leaning on the forecastle bulwark, I saw below me Ned Land grappling the martingale in one hand, brandishing his terrible harpoon in the other, scarcely twenty feet from the motionless animal. Suddenly his arm straightened, and the harpoon was thrown; I heard the sonorous stroke of the weapon, which seemed to have struck a hard body. The electric light went out suddenly, and two enormous waterspouts broke over the bridge of the frigate, rushing like a torrent from stem to stern, overthrowing men, and breaking the lashings of the spars. A fearful shock followed, and, thrown over the rail without having time to stop myself, I fell into the sea.

      Chapter VII

      An Unkonwn Species Of Whale

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      THIS UNEXPECTED FALL so stunned me that I have no clear recollection of my sensations at the time. I was at first drawn down to a depth of about twenty feet. I am a good swimmer (though without pretending to rival Byron or Edgar Poe, who were masters of the art), and in that plunge I did not lose my presence of mind. Two vigorous strokes brought me to the surface of the water. My first care was to look for the frigate. Had the crew seen me disappear? Had the Abraham Lincoln veered round? Would the captain put out a boat? Might I hope to be saved?

      The darkness was intense. I caught a glimpse of a black mass disappearing in the east, its beacon lights dying out in the distance. It was the frigate! I was lost.

      "Help, help!" I shouted, swimming towards the Abraham Lincoln in desperation.

      My clothes encumbered me; they seemed glued to my body, and paralysed my movements.

      I was sinking! I was suffocating!

      "Help!"

      This was my last cry. My mouth filled with water; I struggled against being drawn down the abyss. Suddenly my clothes were seized by a strong hand, and I felt myself quickly drawn up to the surface of the sea; and I heard, yes, I heard these words pronounced in my ear:

      "If master would be so good as to lean on my shoulder, master would swim with much greater ease."

      I seized with one hand my faithful Conseil's arm.

      "Is it you?" said I, "you?"

      "Myself," answered Conseil; "and waiting master's orders."

      "That shock threw you as well as me into the sea?"

      "No; but, being in my master's service, I followed him."

      The worthy fellow thought that was but natural.

      "And the frigate?" I asked.

      "The frigate?" replied Conseil, turning on his back; "I think that master had better not count too much on her."

      "You think so?"

      "I say that, at the time I threw myself into the sea, I heard the men at the wheel say, `The screw and the rudder are broken.'

      "Broken?"

      "Yes, broken by the monster's teeth. It is the only injury the Abraham Lincoln has sustained. But it is a bad look-out for us—she no longer answers her helm."

      "Then we are lost!"

      "Perhaps so," calmly answered Conseil. "However, we have still several hours before us, and one can do a good deal in some hours."

      Conseil's imperturbable coolness set me up again. I swam more vigorously; but, cramped by my clothes, which stuck to me like a leaden weight, I felt great difficulty in bearing up. Conseil saw this.

      "Will master let me make a slit?" said he; and, slipping an open knife under my clothes, he ripped them up from top to bottom very rapidly. Then he cleverly slipped them off me, while I swam for both of us.

      Then I did the same for Conseil, and we continued to swim near to each

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