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Five Weeks in a Balloon. Jules Verne
Читать онлайн.Название Five Weeks in a Balloon
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isbn 9780819575487
Автор произведения Jules Verne
Жанр Научная фантастика
Серия Early Classics of Science Fiction
Издательство Ingram
Kennedy’s looks strongly reminded you of the fiery Halbert Glen dinning as described by Sir Walter Scott in The Monastery; he stood over six English feet in height;1 limber and alert, he seemed to be blessed with Herculean strength; a face deeply tanned by the sun, dark keen eyes, a bold and resolute nature; in sum, there was something solid and decent in the entire person of this Scot, and it boded well.
Dick Kennedy
The two friends got to know each other in India, back when they both belonged to the same regiment; while Dick was hunting tigers and elephants, Samuel was hunting plants and insects; each could boast of being adept at his line of work, and more than one rare plant fell prey to the doctor, who valued this kind of conquest as much as any pair of ivory tusks.
These two young men never had a chance to rescue each other or to end up in each other’s debt. Which means they had a lasting friendship. Fate sometimes kept them apart, but their mutual liking always brought them back together.
After their return to England, they were often separated by the doctor’s expeditions abroad; but when he came back, he never failed to visit his Scottish friend and give a few weeks of himself unasked.
Dick chatted about the past, Samuel planned for the future: one looked forward, the other back. Hence Fergusson had a restless mind, while Kennedy was content with his lot.
After his trip to Tibet, the doctor went nearly two years without any talk of further exploring; Dick assumed that his urge to travel, his craving for adventure, had simmered down. To the hunter’s relief. He figured that sooner or later the doctor was bound to come to a bad end; you can be an old hand with the human race and still not journey with impunity among cannibals and wild animals; so Kennedy urged Samuel to rest on his laurels, since he had done enough for science and more than enough to earn the gratitude of his fellow man.
To which the doctor was content to say nothing. He continued to look thoughtful, then indulged in mysterious calculations, spent his nights slaving over figures, even experimented with odd gadgets nobody could make sense of. You could tell that some grand idea was fermenting in his brain.
“What can he be working on?” Kennedy wondered, when his friend left him and spent the month of January back in London.
He found out one morning from that article in the Daily Telegraph.
“Merciful God!” he exclaimed. “That madman! That maniac! Go across Africa by balloon! That’s all we need! So this is what he’s been brooding about these past two years!”
Replace all these exclamation points with a fist smacking his skull, and you’ll have an idea of the calisthenics our gallant Dick indulged in while he carried on this way.
When old Elspeth, his trusted housekeeper, ventured to hint that it might actually be a hoax:
“Get along with you!” he replied. “Don’t I know him? Isn’t this the doctor all over? Travel through the skies! Now he has eagle envy! No, this positively mustn’t happen! It’s up to me to put a stop to it! Lord, he’d be off to the moon one fine day if they let him!”
Half anxious, half furious, Kennedy caught a train that same evening at the main railway station and reached London the next day.
Forty-five minutes later a cab dropped him off at the doctor’s humble abode on Greek St. in Soho Square; he went up the front steps and announced his coming by giving the door five firmly delivered thumps.
Fergusson opened it personally.
“Dick!” he said without much surprise.
“His own self,” Kennedy shot back.
“What’s this, my dear Dick—you’re in London during the winter hunting season?”
“I’m in London.”
“And why are you here?”
“To prevent an act of indescribable lunacy!”
“Lunacy?” the doctor said.
“Is it true what this paper says?” Kennedy responded, holding out the issue of the Daily Telegraph.
“Ah, that’s what you’re referring to! These newspapers are so irresponsible! But have a seat, my dear Dick.”
“I won’t have a seat. You’re definitely intending to go on this trip?”
“Definitely; my preparations are coming along nicely, and I—”
“Where are they, these preparations of yours? Where are they? I’ll rip ’em to pieces! I’ll tear ’em to shreds!”
The worthy Scot was growing seriously angry.
“Easy, my dear Dick,” the doctor went on. “I understand your annoyance. You’re after me because I haven’t told you yet about my new plan.”
“He calls that a plan!”
“I’ve been so busy,” Samuel continued, not acknowledging the interruption. “I’ve had so much to do! But never fear, I wouldn’t have left without writing you—”
“Don’t make me laugh!”
“Because I intend to take you with me.”
The Scot gave a leap that would have done credit to a mountain goat.
“Hang it all,” he said, “do you want ’em to lock us both up in Bedlam hospital?”*
“I’m absolutely counting on you, my dear Dick, and you’re my first choice over many, many others.”
Kennedy froze, totally astonished.
“Hear me out for the next ten minutes,” the doctor replied serenely, “then you’ll thank me!”
“You’re serious about this?”
“Very serious.”
“And what if I refuse to come along?”
“You won’t refuse.”
“But what if I do in the end?”
“I’ll go alone.”
“Let’s sit down,” the hunter said, “and let’s talk without flying off the handle. If you aren’t trying to be funny, maybe it’s worth discussing.”
“We’ll discuss it over breakfast, my dear Dick, if that meets with your approval.”
The two friends took their seats at a little table, facing each other between a stack of sandwiches and an enormous teapot.
“My dear Samuel,” the hunter said, “your plan’s crazy! It’s impossible! There isn’t a thing realistic or workable about it!”
“We’ll see after we’ve given it a try.”
“But that’s the point—you mustn’t give it a try.”
“Why not, if you please?”
“What about the dangers, all the different obstacles!”
“Obstacles,” Fergusson replied solemnly, “are made to be overcome; as for the dangers, who can delude himself that he’ll avoid them? Danger is a part of life; it can be dangerous