But where these shrubs appeared in all their beauty was on the eastern coast,which the Nautilus soon gained.I t was on the coast of Tehama,for there not only did this display of zoophytes flourish beneath the level of the sea,but they also formed picturesque interlacings which unfolded themselves about sixty feet above the surface,more capricious but less highly coloured than those whose freshness was kept up by the vital power of the waters.
What charming hours I passed thus at the window of the saloon!
What new specimens of submarine flora and fauna did I admire under the brightness of our electric lantern!
The 9th of February the Nautilus floated in the broadest part of the Red Sea,which is comprised between Souakin,on the west coast,and Komfidah,on the east coast,with a diameter of ninety miles.
That day at noon,after the bearings were taken,Captain Nemo mounted the platform,where I happened to be,and I was determined not to let him go down again without at least pressing him regarding his ulterior projects.
As soon as he saw me he approached and graciously offered me a cigar.
"Well,sir,does this Red Sea please you?Have you sufficiently observed the wonders it covers,its fishes,its zoophytes,its parterres of sponges,and its forests of coral?
Did you catch a glimpse of the towns on its borders?""Yes,Captain Nemo,"I replied;"and the Nautilus is wonderfully fitted for such a study.Ah!it is an intelligent boat!""Yes,sir,intelligent and invulnerable.I t fears neither the terrible tempests of the Red Sea,nor its currents,nor its sandbanks.""Certainly,"said I ,"this sea is quoted as one of the worst,and in the time of the ancients,if I am not mistaken,its reputation was detestable.""Detestable,M.Aronnax.The Greek and Latin historians do not speak favourably of it,and Strabo says it is very dangerous during the Etesian winds and in the rainy season.
The Arabian Edrisi portrays it under the name of the Gulf of Colzoum,and relates that vessels perished there in great numbers on the sandbanks and that no one would risk sailing in the night.
It is,he pretends,a sea subject to fearful hurricanes,strewn with inhospitable islands,and `which offers nothing good either on its surface or in its depths.'""One may see,"I replied,"that these historians never sailed on board the Nautilus.""Just so,"replied the Captain,smiling;"and in that respect moderns are not more advanced than the ancients.I t required many ages to find out the mechanical power of steam.Who knows if,in another hundred years,we may not see a second Nautilus?
Progress is slow,M.Aronnax."
"It is true,"I answered;"your boat is at least a century before its time,perhaps an era.What a misfortune that the secret of such an invention should die with its inventor!"Captain Nemo did not reply.After some minutes'silence he continued:
"You were speaking of the opinions of ancient historians upon the dangerous navigation of the Red Sea.""I t is true,"said I ;"but were not their fears exaggerated?""Yes and no,M.Aronnax,"replied Captain Nemo,who seemed to know the Red Sea by heart."That which is no longer dangerous for a modern vessel,well rigged,strongly built,and master of its own course,thanks to obedient steam,offered all sorts of perils to the ships of the ancients.
Picture to yourself those first navigators venturing in ships made of planks sewn with the cords of the palmtree,saturated with the grease of the seadog,and covered with powdered resin!
They had not even instruments wherewith to take their bearings,and they went by guess amongst currents of which they scarcely knew anything.
Under such conditions shipwrecks were,and must have been,numerous.
But in our time,steamers running between Suez and the South Seas have nothing more to fear from the fury of this gulf,in spite of contrary trade-winds.The captain and passengers do not prepare for their departure by offering propitiatory sacrifices;and,on their return,they no longer go ornamented with wreaths and gilt fillets to thank the gods in the neighbouring temple.""I agree with you,"said I ;"and steam seems to have killed all gratitude in the hearts of sailors.But,Captain,since you seem to have especially studied this sea,can you tell me the origin of its name?""There exist several explanations on the subject,M.Aronnax.
Would you like to know the opinion of a chronicler of the fourteenth century?""Willingly."
"This fanciful writer pretends that its name was given to it after the passage of the I sraelites,when Pharaoh perished in the waves which closed at the voice of Moses.""Apoet's explanation,Captain Nemo,"I replied;"but I cannot content myself with that.I ask you for your personal opinion.""Here it is,M.Aronnax.According to my idea,we must see in this appellation of the Red Sea a translation of the Hebrew word `Edom';and if the ancients gave it that name,it was on account of the particular colour of its waters.""But up to this time I have seen nothing but transparent waves and without any particular colour.""Very likely;but as we advance to the bottom of the gulf,you will see this singular appearance.I remember seeing the Bay of Tor entirely red,like a sea of blood.""And you attribute this colour to the presence of a microscopic seaweed?""Yes."
"So,Captain Nemo,it is not the first time you have overrun the Red Sea on board the Nautilus?""No,sir."
"As you spoke a while ago of the passage of the I sraelites and of the catastrophe to the Egyptians,I will ask whether you have met with the traces under the water of this great historical fact?""No,sir;and for a good reason."
"What is it?"
