Table of Contents
I Mysterious sounds
III A Visitor is
IV In Which a New Character
VI The President and Secretary Suspend
VII On board the Albatross
Balloonists Refuse to be Convinced
IX Across the
XI The Wide Pacific
XII Through the
XIII Over the Caspian
XIV The Aeronef at Full
XV A Skirmish in Dahomey
XVI Over the
XVII The Shipwrecked Crew
XVIII Over the
XIX Anchored at Last
XX The Wreck of
XXI The Institute Again
XXII The GoAhead
XXIII The Grand Collapse
The pistol shots were almost simultaneous. A cow peacefully
grazing fifty yards away received one of the bullets in her back. She
had nothing to do with the quarrel all the same.
Neither of the adversaries was hit.
Who were these two gentlemen? We do not know, although this would be an
excellent opportunity to hand down their names to posterity. All we can say
is that the elder was an Englishman and the younger an American, and both of
them were old enough to know better.
So far as recording in what locality the inoffensive ruminant had just
tasted her last tuft of herbage, nothing can be easier. It was on the left
bank of Niagara, not far from the suspension bridge which joins the American
to the Canadian bank three miles from the falls.
The Englishman stepped up to the American.
"I contend, nevertheless, that it was 'Rule Britannia!'"
"And I say it was 'Yankee Doodle!'" replied the young American.
The dispute was about to begin again when one of the seconds—doubtless
in the interests of the milk trade—interposed.
"Suppose we say it was 'Rule Doodle' and 'Yankee Britannia' and adjourn
This compromise between the national airs of Great Britain and
the United States was adopted to the general satisfaction. The
Americans and Englishmen walked up the left bank of the Niagara on their way
to Goat Island, the neutral ground. between the falls. Let us leave
them in the presence of the boiled eggs and traditional ham, and
floods enough of tea to make the cataract jealous, and trouble ourselves
no more about them. It is extremely unlikely that we shall again meet with
them in this story.
Which was right; the Englishman or the American? It is not easy to say.
Anyhow the duel shows how great was the excitement, not only in the new but
also in the old world, with regard to an inexplicable phenomenon which for a
month or more had driven everybody to distraction.
Never had the sky been so much looked at since the appearance of man on
the terrestrial globe. The night before an aerial trumpet had blared its
brazen notes through space immediately over that part of Canada between Lake
Ontario and Lake Erie. Some people had heard those notes as "Yankee Doodle,"
others had heard them as "Rule Britannia," and hence the quarrel between the
Anglo-Saxons, which ended with the breakfast on Goat Island. Perhaps it was
neither one nor the other of these patriotic tunes, but what was undoubted by
all was that these extraordinary sounds had seemed to descend from the sky
to the earth.
What could it be? Was it some exuberant aeronaut rejoicing on
that sonorous instrument of which the Renommee makes such obstreperous
No! There was no balloon and there were no aeronauts. Some
strange phenomenon had occurred in the higher zones of the atmosphere,
a phenomenon of which neither the nature nor the cause could be explained.
Today it appeared over America; forty-eight hours afterwards it was over
Europe; a week later it was in Asia over the Celestial Empire.
Hence in every country of the world—empire, kingdom, or
republic— there was anxiety which it was important to allay. If you hear
in your house strange and inexplicable noises, do you not at once endeavor
to discover the cause? And if your search is in vain, do you not leave your
house and take up your quarters in another? But in this case the house was
the terrestrial globe! There are no means of leaving that house for the moon
or Mars, or Venus, or Jupiter, or any other planet of the solar system. And
so of necessity we have to find out what it is that takes place, not in the
infinite void, but within the atmospherical zones. In fact, if there is no
air there is no noise, and as there was a noise—that famous trumpet, to
wit— the phenomenon must occur in the air, the density of which
invariably diminishes, and which does not extend for more than six miles
round our spheroid.
Naturally the newspapers took up the question in their thousands,
and treated it in every form, throwing on it both light and
darkness, recording many things about it true or false, alarming
and tranquillizing their readers—as the sale required—and almost driving
ordinary people mad. At one blow party politics dropped unheeded—and the
affairs of the world went on none the worse for it.
But what could this thing be? There was not an observatory that was not
applied to. If an observatory could not give a satisfactory answer what was
the use of observatories? If astronomers, who doubled and tripled the stars a
hundred thousand million miles away, could not explain a phenomenon occurring
only a few miles off, what was the use of astronomers?
The observatory at Paris was very guarded in what it said. In
the mathematical section they had not thought the statement
worth noticing; in the meridional section they knew nothing about it;
in the physical observatory they had not come across it; in the
geodetic section they had had no observation; in the meteorological
section there had been no record; in the calculating room they had
had nothing to deal with. At any rate this confession was a frank one, and
the same frankness characterized the replies from the observatory of
Montsouris and the magnetic station in the park of St. Maur. The same respect
for the truth distinguished the Bureau des Longitudes.
The provinces were slightly more affirmative. Perhaps in the night
of the fifth and the morning of the sixth of May there had appeared
a flash of light of electrical origin which lasted about twenty seconds.
At the Pic du Midi this light appeared between nine and ten in the evening.
At the Meteorological Observatory on the Puy de Dome the light had been
observed between one and two o'clock in the morning; at Mont Ventoux in
Provence it had been seen between two and three o'clock; at Nice it had been
noticed between three and four o'clock; while at the Semnoz Alps between
Annecy, Le Bourget, and Le Leman, it had been detected just as the zenith was
paling with the dawn.
Now it evidently would not do to disregard these
observations altogether. There could be no doubt that a light had been
observed at different places, in succession, at intervals, during some
hours. Hence, whether it had been produced from many centers in
the terrestrial atmosphere, or from one center, it was plain that
the light must have traveled at a speed of over one hundred and
twenty miles an hour.
In the United Kingdom there was much perplexity. The observatories were
not in agreement. Greenwich would not consent to the proposition of Oxford.
They were agreed on one point, however, and that was: "It was nothing at
But, said one, "It was an optical illusion!" While the, other contended
that, "It was an acoustical illusion!" And so they disputed. Something,
however, was, it will be seen, common to both "It was an illusion."
Between the observatory of Berlin and the observatory of Vienna
the discussion threatened to end in international complications;
but Russia, in the person of the director of the observatory at
Pulkowa, showed that both were right. It all depended on the point of
view from which they attacked the phenomenon, which, though impossible
in theory, was possible in practice.
In Switzerland, at the observatory of Sautis in the canton of Appenzell,
at the Righi, at the Gabriss, in the passes of the St. Gothard, at the St.
Bernard, at the Julier, at the Simplon, at Zurich, at Somblick in the
Tyrolean Alps, there was a very strong disinclination to say anything about
what nobody could prove—and that was nothing but reasonable.
But in Italy, at the meteorological stations on Vesuvius, on Etna in the
old Casa Inglesi, at Monte Cavo, the observers made no hesitation in
admitting the materiality of the phenomenon, particularly as they had seen it
by day in the form of a small cloud of vapor, and by night in that of a
shooting star. But of what it was they knew nothing.
Scientists began at last to tire of the mystery, while they continued to
disagree about it, and even to frighten the lowly and the ignorant, who,
thanks to one of the wisest laws of nature, have formed, form, and will form
the immense majority of the world's inhabitants. Astronomers and
meteorologists would soon have dropped the subject altogether had not, on the
night of the 26th and 27th, the observatory of Kautokeino at Finmark, in
Norway, and during the night of the 28th and 29th that of Isfjord at
Spitzbergen—Norwegian one and Swedish the other—found themselves agreed in
recording that in the center of an aurora borealis there had appeared a sort
of huge bird, an aerial monster, whose structure they were unable
to determine, but who, there was no doubt, was showering off from his body
certain corpuscles which exploded like bombs.
In Europe not a doubt was thrown on this observation of the stations in
Finmark and Spitzbergen. But what appeared the most phenomenal about it was
that the Swedes and Norwegians could find themselves in agreement on any
There was a laugh at the asserted discovery in all the observatories of
South America, in Brazil, Peru, and La Plata, and in those of Australia at
Sydney, Adelaide, and Melbourne; and Australian laughter is very
To sum up, only one chief of a meteorological station ventured on
a decided answer to this question, notwithstanding the sarcasms that his
solution provoked. This was a Chinaman, the director of the observatory at
Zi-Ka-Wey which rises in the center of a vast plateau less than thirty miles
from the sea, having an immense horizon and wonderfully pure atmosphere. "It
is possible," said he, "that the object was an aviform apparatus—a flying
But if the controversy was keen in the old world, we can imagine what it
was like in that portion of the new of which the United States occupy so vast
A Yankee, we know, does not waste time on the road. He takes the street
that leads him straight to his end. And the observatories of the American
Federation did not hesitate to do their best. If they did not hurl their
objectives at each other's heads, it was because they would have had to put
them back just when they most wanted to use them. In this much-disputed
question the observatories of Washington in the District of Columbia, and
Cambridge in Massachusetts, found themselves opposed by those of Dartmouth
College in New Hampshire, and Ann Arbor in Michigan. The subject of
their dispute was not the nature of the body observed, but the
precise moment of its observation. All of them claimed to have seen it
the same night, the same hour, the same minute, the same second,
although the trajectory of the mysterious voyager took it but a
moderate height above the horizon. Now from Massachusetts to Michigan,
from New Hampshire to Columbia, the distance is too great for this
double observation, made at the same moment, to be considered possible.
Dudley at Albany, in the state of New York, and West Point, the military
academy, showed that their colleagues were wrong by an elaborate calculation
of the right ascension and declination of the aforesaid body.
But later on it was discovered that the observers had been deceived in
the body, and that what they had seen was an aerolite. This aerolite could
not be the object in question, for how could an aerolite blow a
It was in vain that they tried to get rid of this trumpet as an optical
illusion. The ears were no more deceived than the eyes. Something had
assuredly been seen, and something had assuredly been heard. In the night of
the 12th and 13th of May—a very dark night— the observers at Yale College,
in the Sheffield Science School, had been able to take down a few bars of a
musical phrase in D major, common time, which gave note for note, rhythm for
rhythm, the chorus of the Chant du Depart.
"Good," said the Yankee wags. "There is a French band well up in
"But to joke is not to answer." Thus said the observatory at
Boston, founded by the Atlantic Iron Works Society, whose opinions in
matters of astronomy and meteorology began to have much weight in the
world of science.
Then there intervened the observatory at Cincinnati, founded in 1870, on
Mount Lookout, thanks to the generosity of Mr. Kilgour, and known for its
micrometrical measurements of double stars. Its director declared with the
utmost good faith that there had certainly been something, that a traveling
body had shown itself at very short periods at different points in the
atmosphere, but what were the nature of this body, its dimensions, its speed,
and its trajectory, it was impossible to say.
It was then a journal whose publicity is immense—the "New
York Herald"—received the anonymous contribution hereunder.
"There will be in the recollection of most people the rivalry
which existed a few years ago between the two heirs of the Begum
of Ragginahra, the French doctor Sarrasin, the city of Frankville, and the
German engineer Schultze, in the city of Steeltown, both in the south of
Oregon in the United States.
"It will not have been forgotten that, with the object of
destroying Frankville, Herr Schultze launched a formidable engine, intended
to beat down the town and annihilate it at a single blow.
"Still less will it be forgotten that this engine, whose
initial velocity as it left the mouth of the monster cannon had
been erroneously calculated, had flown off at a speed exceeding by
sixteen times that of ordinary projectiles—or about four hundred and
fifty miles an hour—that it did not fall to the ground, and that
it passed into an aerolitic stag, so as to circle forever round our
"Why should not this be the body in question?"
Very ingenious, Mr. Correspondent on the "New York Herald!" but
how about the trumpet? There was no trumpet in Herr Schulze's
So all the explanations explained nothing, and all the observers
had observed in vain. There remained only the suggestion offered by
the director of Zi-Ka-Wey. But the opinion of a Chinaman!
The discussion continued, and there was no sign of agreement. Then came
a short period of rest. Some days elapsed without any object, aerolite or
otherwise, being described, and without any trumpet notes being heard in the
atmosphere. The body then had fallen on some part of the globe where it had
been difficult to trace it; in the sea, perhaps. Had it sunk in the depths of
the Atlantic, the Pacific, or the Indian Ocean? What was to be said in this
But then, between the 2nd and 9th of June, there came a new series
of facts which could not possibly be explained by the unaided existence of
a cosmic phenomenon.
In a week the Hamburgers at the top of St. Michael's Tower, the Turks on
the highest minaret of St. Sophia, the Rouennais at the end of the metal
spire of their cathedral, the Strasburgers at the summit of their minister,
the Americans on the head of the Liberty statue at the entrance of the Hudson
and on the Bunker Hill monument at Boston, the Chinese at the spike of the
temple, of the Four Hundred Genii at Canton, the Hindus on the sixteenth
terrace of the pyramid of the temple at Tanjore, the San Pietrini at the
cross of St. Peter's at Rome, the English at the cross of St. Paul's in
London, the Egyptians at the appex of the Great Pyramid of Ghizeh, the
Parisians at the lighting conductor of the iron tower of the Exposition of
1889, a thousand feet high, all of them beheld a flag floating from some
one of these inaccessible points.
And the flag was black, dotted with stars, and it bore a golden sun in
"And the first who says the contrary —"
"Indeed! But we will say the contrary so long as there is a place to say
"And in spite of your threats —"
"Mind what you are saying, Bat Fynn!"
"Mind what you are saying, Uncle Prudent!"
"I maintain that the screw ought to be behind!"
"And so do we! And so do we!" replied half a hundred voices confounded
"No! It ought to be in front!" shouted Phil Evans.
"In front!" roared fifty other voices, with a vigor in no whit
"We shall never agree!"
"Then what is the use of a dispute?"
"It is not a dispute! It is a discussion!"
One would not have thought so to listen to the taunts, objurgations, and
vociferations which filled the lecture room for a good quarter of an
The room was one of the largest in the Weldon Institute, the well-known
club in Walnut Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U. S. A. The evening
before there had been an election of a lamplighter, occasioning many public
manifestations, noisy meetings, and even interchanges of blows, resulting in
an effervescence which had not yet subsided, and which would account for some
of the excitement just exhibited by the members of the Weldon Institute. For
this was merely a meeting of balloonists, discussing the burning question of
the direction of balloons.
In this great saloon there were struggling, pushing,
gesticulating, shouting, arguing, disputing, a hundred balloonists, all with
their hats on, under the authority of a president, assisted by a
secretary and treasurer. They were not engineers by profession, but
simply amateurs of all that appertained to aerostatics, and they
were amateurs in a fury, and especially foes of those who would oppose
to aerostats "apparatuses heavier than the air," flying machines,
aerial ships, or what not. That these people might one day discover
the method of guiding balloons is possible. There could be no doubt
that their president had considerable difficulty in guiding them.
This president, well known in Philadelphia was the famous Uncle Prudent,
Prudent being his family name. There is nothing surprising in America in the
qualificative uncle, for you can there be uncle without having either nephew
or niece. There they speak of uncle as in other places they speak of father,
though the father may have had no children.
Uncle Prudent was a personage of consideration, and in spite of his name
was well known for his audacity. He was very rich, and that is no drawback
even in the United States; and how could it be otherwise when he owned the
greater part of the shares in Niagara Falls? A society of engineers had just
been founded at Buffalo for working the cataract. It seemed to be an
excellent speculation. The seven thousand five hundred cubic meters that pass
over Niagara in a second would produce seven millions of horsepower. This
enormous power, distributed amongst all the workshops within a radius of
three hundred miles, would return an annual income of three hundred
million dollars, of which the greater part would find its way into the
pocket of Uncle Prudent. He was a bachelor, he lived quietly, and for
his only servant had his valet Frycollin, who was hardly worthy of
being the servant to so audacious a master.
Uncle Prudent was rich, and therefore he had friends, as was
natural; but he also had enemies, although he was president of the
club— among others all those who envied his position. Amongst his
bitterest foes we may mention the secretary of the Weldon Institute.
This was Phil Evans, who was also very rich, being the manager of
the Wheelton Watch Company, an important manufactory, which makes
every day five hundred movements equal in every respect to the best
Swiss workmanship. Phil Evans would have passed for one of the happiest
men in the world, and even in the United States, if it had not been
for Uncle Prudent. Like him he was in his forty-sixth year; like him
of invariable health; like him of undoubted boldness. They were two
men made to understand each other thoroughly, but they did not, for
both were of extreme violence of character. Uncle Prudent was
furiously hot; Phil Evans was abnormally cool.
And why had not Phil Evans been elected president of the club? The votes
were exactly divided between Uncle Prudent and him. Twenty times there had
been a scrutiny, and twenty times the majority had not declared for either
one or the other. The position was embarrassing, and it might have lasted for
the lifetime of the candidates.
One of the members of the club then proposed a way out of
the difficulty. This was Jem Chip, the treasurer of the Weldon
Institute. Chip was a confirmed vegetarian, a proscriber of all
animal nourishment, of all fermented liquors, half a Mussulman, half
a Brahman. On this occasion Jem Chip was supported by another member
of the club, William T. Forbes, the manager of a large factory where they
made glucose by treating rags with sulphuric acid. A man of good standing was
this William T. Forbes, the father of two charming girls — Miss Dorothy,
called Doll, and Miss Martha, called Mat, who gave the tone to the best
society in Philadelphia.
It followed, then, on the proposition of Jem Chip, supported by William
T. Forbes and others, that it was decided to elect the president "on the
This mode of election can be applied in all cases when it is desired to
elect the most worthy; and a number of Americans of high intelligence are
already thinking of employing it in the nomination of the President of the
Republic of the United States.
On two boards of perfect whiteness a black line is traced. The length of
each of these lines is mathematically the same, for they have been determined
with as much accuracy as the base of the first triangle in a trigonometrical
survey. That done, the two boards were erected on the same day in the center
of the conference room, and the two candidates, each armed with a fine
needle, marched towards the board that had fallen to his lot. The man who
planted his needle nearest the center of the line would be proclaimed
President of the Weldon Institute.
The operation must be done at once—no guide marks or trial
shots allowed; nothing but sureness of eye. The man must have a compass
in his eye, as the saying goes; that was all.
Uncle Prudent stuck in his needle at the same moment as Phil Evans did
his. Then there began the measurement to discover which of the two
competitors had most nearly approached the center.
Wonderful! Such had been the precision of the shots that the
measures gave no appreciable difference. If they were not exactly in
the mathematical center of the line, the distance between the needles
was so small as to be invisible to the naked eye.
The meeting was much embarrassed.
Fortunately one of the members, Truck Milnor, insisted that
the measurements should be remade by means of a rule graduated by
the micrometrical machine of M. Perreaux, which can divide a
millimeter into fifteen-hundredths of a millimeter with a diamond splinter,
was brought to bear on the lines; and on reading the divisions through
a microscope the following were the results: Uncle Prudent had approached
the center within less than six fifteenth-hundredths of a millimeter. Phil
Evans was within nine fifteen-hundredths.
And that is why Phil Evans was only secretary of the Weldon Institute,
whereas Uncle Prudent was president. A difference of three fifteen-hundredths
of a millimeter! And on account of it Phil Evans vowed against Uncle Prudent
one of those hatreds which are none the less fierce for being latent.
A VISITOR IS ANNOUNCED
The many experiments made during this last quarter of the
nineteenth century have given considerable impetus to the question of
guidable balloons. The cars furnished with propellers attached in 1852 to
the aerostats of the elongated form introduced by Henry Giffard,
the machines of Dupuy de Lome in 1872, of the Tissandier brothers in 1883,
and of Captain Krebs and Renard in 1884, yielded many important results. But
if these machines, moving in a medium heavier than themselves, maneuvering
under the propulsion of a screw, working at an angle to the direction of the
wind, and even against the wind, to return to their point of departure, had
been really "guidable," they had only succeeded under very favorable
conditions. In large, covered halls their success was perfect. In a calm
atmosphere they did very well. In a light wind of five or six yards a second
they still moved. But nothing practical had been obtained. Against a miller's
wind— nine yards a second—the machines had remained almost
stationary. Against a fresh breeze—eleven yards a second—they would
have advanced backwards. In a storm—twenty-seven to thirty-three yards
a second—they would have been blown about like a feather. In
a hurricane—sixty yards a second—they would have run the risk of being
dashed to pieces. And in one of those cyclones which exceed a hundred yards a
second not a fragment of them would have been left. It remained, then, even
after the striking experiments of Captains Krebs and Renard, that though
guidable aerostats had gained a little speed, they could not be kept going in
a moderate breeze. Hence the impossibility of making practical use of this
mode of aerial locomotion.
With regards to the means employed to give the aerostat its motion
a great deal of progress had been made. For the steam engines of
Henry Giffard, and the muscular force of Dupuy de Lome, electric motors
had gradually been substituted. The batteries of bichromate of
potassium of the Tissandier brothers had given a speed of four yards a
second. The dynamo-electric machines of Captain Krebs and Renard
had developed a force of twelve horsepower and yielded a speed of six
and a half yards per second.
With regard to this motor, engineers and electricians had
been approaching more and more to that desideratum which is known as
a steam horse in a watch case. Gradually the results of the pile of which
Captains Krebs and Renard had kept the secret had been surpassed, and
aeronauts had become able to avail themselves of motors whose lightness
increased at the same time as their power.
In this there was much to encourage those who believed in
the utilization of guidable balloons. But yet how many good people
there are who refuse to admit the possibility of such a thing! If
the aerostat finds support in the air it belongs to the medium in which it
moves; under such conditions, how can its mass, which offers so much
resistance to the currents of the atmosphere, make its way against the
In this struggle of the inventors after a light and powerful motor, the
Americans had most nearly attained what they sought. A dynamo-electric
apparatus, in which a new pile was employed the composition of which was
still a mystery, had been bought from its inventor, a Boston chemist up to
then unknown. Calculations made with the greatest care, diagrams drawn with
the utmost exactitude, showed that by means of this apparatus driving a screw
of given dimensions a displacement could be obtained of from twenty to
twenty-two yards a second.
Now this was magnificent!
"And it is not dear," said Uncle Prudent, as he handed to the inventor
in return for his formal receipt the last installment of the hundred thousand
paper dollars he had paid for his invention.
Immediately the Weldon Institute set to work. When there comes along a
project of practical utility the money leaps nimbly enough from American
pockets. The funds flowed in even without its being necessary to form a
syndicate. Three hundred thousand dollars came into the club's account at the
first appeal. The work began under the superintendence of the most celebrated
aeronaut of the United States, Harry W. Tinder, immortalized by three of his
ascents out of a thousand, one in which he rose to a height of twelve
thousand yards, higher than Gay Lussac, Coxwell, Sivet, Croce-Spinelli,
Tissandier, Glaisher; another in which he had crossed America from New York
to San Francisco, exceeding by many hundred leagues the journeys of Nadar,
Godard, and others, to say nothing of that of John Wise, who accomplished
eleven hundred and fifty miles from St. Louis to Jefferson county; the third,
which ended in a frightful fall from fifteen hundred feet at the cost of a
slight sprain in the right thumb, while the less fortunate Pilatre de Rozier
fell only seven hundred feet, and yet killed himself on the spot!
At the time this story begins the Weldon institute had got their
work well in hand. In the Turner yard at Philadelphia there reposed
an enormous aerostat, whose strength had been tried by highly
compressed air. It well merited the name of the monster balloon.
How large was Nadar's Geant? Six thousand cubic meters. How large
was John Wise's balloon? Twenty thousand cubic meters. How large was
the Giffard balloon at the 1878 Exhibition? Twenty-five thousand
cubic meters. Compare these three aerostats with the aerial machine of
the Weldon Institute, whose volume amounted to forty thousand
cubic meters, and you will understand why Uncle Prudent and his
colleagues were so justifiably proud of it.
This balloon not being destined for the exploration of the higher strata
of the atmosphere, was not called the Excelsior, a name which is rather too
much held in honor among the citizens of America. No! It was called, simply,
the "Go-Ahead," and all it had to do was to justify its name by going ahead
obediently to the wishes of its commander.
The dynamo-electric machine, according to the patent purchased by
the Weldon Institute, was nearly ready. In less than six weeks
the "Go-Ahead" would start for its first cruise through space.
But, as we have seen, all the mechanical difficulties had not
been overcome. Many evenings had been devoted to discussing, not the
form of its screw nor its, dimensions, but whether it ought to be
put behind, as the Tissandier brothers had done, or before as
Captains Krebs and Renard had done. It is unnecessary to add that
the partisans of the two systems had almost come to blows. The group
of "Beforists" were equaled in number by the group of "Behindists." Uncle
Prudent, who ought to have given the casting vote—Uncle Prudent, brought up
doubtless in the school of Professor Buridan— could not bring himself to
Hence the impossibility of getting the screw into place. The
dispute might last for some time, unless the government interfered. But
in the United States the government meddles with private affairs as little
as it possibly can. And it is right.
Things were in this state at this meeting on the 13th of June,
which threatened to end in a riot—insults exchanged,
fisticuffs succeeding the insults, cane thrashings succeeding the
fisticuffs, revolver shots succeeding the cane thrashings—when at
thirty-seven minutes past eight there occurred a diversion.
The porter of the Weldon Institute coolly and calmly, like a policeman
amid the storm of the meeting, approached the presidential desk. On it he
placed a card. He awaited the orders that Uncle Prudent found it convenient
Uncle Prudent turned on the steam whistle, which did duty for
the presidential bell, for even the Kremlin clock would have struck
in vain! But the tumult slackened not.
Then the president removed his hat. Thanks to this extreme measure
a semi-silence was obtained.
"A communication!" said Uncle Prudent, after taking a huge pinch
from the snuff-box which never left him.
"Speak up!" answered eighty-nine voices, accidentally in agreement
on this one point.
"A stranger, my dear colleagues, asks to be admitted to the meeting."
"Never!" replied every voice.
"He desires to prove to us, it would appear," continued Uncle Prudent,
'that to believe in guiding balloons is to believe in the absurdest of
"Let him in! Let him in!"
"What is the name of this singular personage?" asked secretary
"Robur," replied Uncle Prudent.
"Robur! Robur! Robur!" yelled the assembly. And the welcome accorded so
quickly to the curious name was chiefly due to the Weldon Institute hoping to
vent its exasperation on the head of him who bore it!
IN WHICH A NEW CHARACTER APPEARS
"Citizens of the United States! My name is Robur. I am worthy of
the name! I am forty years old, although I look but thirty, and I have
a constitution of iron, a healthy vigor that nothing can shake, a muscular
strength that few can equal, and a digestion that would be thought first
class even in an ostrich!"
They were listening! Yes! The riot was quelled at once by the
totally unexpected fashion of the speech. Was this fellow a madman or
a hoaxer? Whoever he was, he kept his audience in hand. There was not
a whisper in the meeting in which but a few minutes ago the storm was in
And Robur looked the man he said he was. Of middle height and geometric
breadth, his figure was a regular trapezium with the greatest of its parallel
sides formed by the line of his shoulders. On this line attached by a robust
neck there rose an enormous spheroidal head. The head of what animal did it
resemble from the point of view of passional analogy? The head of a bull; but
a bull with an intelligent face. Eyes which at the least opposition
would glow like coals of fire; and above them a permanent contraction
of the superciliary muscle, an invariable sign of extreme energy.
Short hair, slightly woolly, with metallic reflections; large chest
rising and falling like a smith's bellows; arms, hands, legs, feet,
all worthy of the trunk. No mustaches, no whiskers, but a large
American goatee, revealing the attachments of the jaw whose masseter
muscles were evidently of formidable strength. It has been
calculated—what has not been calculated?—that the pressure of the jaw of
an ordinary crocodile can reach four hundred atmospheres, while that of a
hound can only amount to one hundred. From this the following curious formula
has been deduced: If a kilogram of dog produces eight kilograms of masseteric
force, a kilogram of crocodile could produce twelve. Now, a kilogram of, the
aforesaid Robur would not produce less than ten, so that he came between the
dog and the crocodile.
From what country did this remarkable specimen come? It was
difficult to say. One thing was noticeable, and that was that he
expressed himself fluently in English without a trace of the drawling
twang that distinguishes the Yankees of New England.
He continued: "And now, honorable citizens, for my mental faculties. You
see before you an engineer whose nerves are in no way inferior to his
muscles. I have no fear of anything or anybody. I have a strength of will
that has never had to yield. When I have decided on a thing, all America, all
the world, may strive in vain to keep me from it. When I have an idea, I
allow no one to share it, and I do not permit any contradiction. I insist on
these details, honorable citizens, because it is necessary you should quite
understand me. Perhaps you think I am talking too much about myself? It does
not matter if you do! And now consider a little before you interrupt me, as I
have come to tell you something that you may not be particularly pleased
A sound as of the surf on the beach began to rise along the first row of
seats—a sign that the sea would not be long in getting stormy again.
"Speak, stranger!" said Uncle Prudent, who had some difficulty
in restraining himself.
And Robur spoke as follows, without troubling himself any more about his
"Yes! I know it well! After a century of experiments that have led
to nothing, and trials giving no results, there still exist
ill-balanced minds who believe in guiding balloons. They imagine that a motor
of some sort, electric or otherwise, might be applied to their pretentious
skin bags which are at the mercy of every current in the atmosphere. They
persuade themselves that they can be masters of an aerostat as they can be
masters of a ship on the surface of the sea. Because a few inventors in calm
or nearly calm weather have succeeded in working an angle with the wind, or
even beating to windward in a gentle breeze, they think that the steering of
aerial apparatus lighter than the air is a practical matter. Well, now, look
here; You hundred, who believe in the realization of your dreams, are
throwing your thousands of dollars not into water but into space! You
are fighting the impossible!"
Strange as it was that at this affirmation the members of the
Weldon Institute did not move. Had they become as deaf as they were
patient? Or were they reserving themselves to see how far this
audacious contradictor would dare to go?
Robur continued: "What? A balloon! When to obtain the raising of
a couple of pounds you require a cubic yard of gas. A balloon pretending
to resist the wind by aid of its mechanism, when the pressure of a light
breeze on a vessel's sails is not less than that of four hundred horsepower;
when in the accident at the Tay Bridge you saw the storm produce a pressure
of eight and a half hundredweight on a square yard. A balloon, when on such a
system nature has never constructed anything flying, whether furnished
with wings like birds, or membranes like certain fish, or certain
"Mammalia?" exclaimed one of the members.
"Yes! Mammalia! The bat, which flies, if I am not mistaken! Is
the gentleman unaware that this flyer is a mammal? Did he ever see
an omelette made of bat's eggs?"
The interrupter reserved himself for future interruption, and
Robur resumed: "But does that mean that man is to give up the conquest
of the air, and the transformation of the domestic and political
manners of the old world, by the use of this admirable means of
locomotion? By no means. As he has become master of the seas with the ship,
by the oar, the sail, the wheel and the screw, so shall he become
master of atmospherical space by apparatus heavier than the air—for
it must be heavier to be stronger than the air!"
And then the assembly exploded. What a broadside of yells escaped from
all these mouths, aimed at Robur like the muzzles of so many guns! Was not
this hurling a declaration of war into the very camp of the balloonists? Was
not this a stirring up of strife between 'the lighter" and 'the heavier" than
Robur did not even frown. With folded arms he waited bravely
till silence was obtained.
By a gesture Uncle Prudent ordered the firing to cease.
"Yes," continued Robur, "the future is for the flying machine. The air
affords a solid fulcrum. If you will give a column of air an ascensional
movement of forty-five meters a second, a man can support himself on the top
of it if the soles of his boots have a superficies of only the eighth of a
square meter. And if the speed be increased to ninety meters, he can walk on
it with naked feet. Or if, by means of a screw, you drive a mass of air at
this speed, you get the same result."
What Robur said had been said before by all the partisans of aviation,
whose work slowly but surely is leading on to the solution of the problem. To
Ponton d'Amecourt, La Landelle, Nadar, De Luzy, De Louvrie, Liais, Beleguir,
Moreau, the brothers Richard, Babinet, Jobert, Du Temple, Salives, Penaud, De
Villeneuve, Gauchot and Tatin, Michael Loup, Edison, Planavergne, and so many
others, belongs the honor of having brought forward ideas of such simplicity.
Abandoned and resumed times without number, they are sure, some day to
triumph. To the enemies of aviation, who urge that the bird only
sustains himself by warming the air he strikes, their answer is ready.
Have they not proved that an eagle weighing five kilograms would have
to fill fifty cubic meters with his warm fluid merely to sustain
himself in space?
This is what Robur demonstrated with undeniable logic amid the uproar
that arose on all sides. And in conclusion these are the words he hurled in
the faces of the balloonists: "With your aerostats you can do nothing—you
will arrive at nothing—you dare do nothing! The boldest of your aeronauts,
John Wise, although he has made an aerial voyage of twelve hundred miles
above the American continent, has had to give up his project of crossing the
Atlantic! And you have not advanced one step—not one step—towards your
"Sir," said the president, who in vain endeavored to keep himself cool,
"you forget what was said by our immortal Franklin at the first appearance of
the fire balloon, "It is but a child, but it will grow!" It was but a child,
and it has grown.
"No, Mr. President, it has not grown! It has got fatter—and this is not
the same thing!"
This was a direct attack on the Weldon Institute, which had
decreed, helped, and paid for the making of a monster balloon. And
so propositions of the following kind began to fly about the room:
'turn him out!" 'throw him off the platform!" "Prove that he is
heavier than the air!"
But these were only words, not means to an end.
Robur remained impassible, and continued: "There is no progress for your
aerostats, my citizen balloonists; progress is for flying machines. The bird
flies, and he is not a balloon, he is a piece of mechanism!"
"Yes, he flies!" exclaimed the fiery Bat T. Fynn; "but he flies against
all the laws of mechanics."
"Indeed!" said Robur, shrugging his shoulders, and resuming, "Since we
have begun the study of the flight of large and small birds one simple idea
has prevailed—to imitate nature, which never makes mistakes. Between the
albatross, which gives hardly ten beats of the wing per minute, between the
pelican, which gives seventy —"
"Seventy-one," said the voice of a scoffer.
"And the bee, which gives one hundred and ninety-two per second —"
"One hundred and ninety-three!" said the facetious individual.
"And, the common house fly, which gives three hundred and thirty —"
"And a half!"
"And the mosquito, which gives millions —"
But Robur, the interrupted, interrupted not his demonstration. "Between
these different rates —" he continued.
"There is a difference," said a voice.
"There is a possibility of finding a practical solution. When De
Lucy showed that the stag beetle, an insect weighing only two
grammes, could lift a weight of four hundred grammes, or two hundred times
its own weight, the problem of aviation was solved. Besides, it has
been shown that the wing surface decreases in proportion to the
increase of the size and weight of the animal. Hence we can look forward
to such contrivances —"
"Which would never fly!" said secretary Phil Evans.
"Which have flown, and which will fly," said Robur, without being in the
least disconcerted, "and which we can call streophores, helicopters,
orthopters—or, in imitation of the word 'nef,' which comes from 'navis,'
call them from 'avis,' 'efs,'—by means of which man will become the master
of space. The helix —"
"Ah, the helix!" replied Phil Evans. "But the bird has no helix; that we
"So," said Robur; "but Penaud has shown that in reality the bird makes a
helix, and its flight is helicopteral. And the motor of the future is the
"From such a maladee Saint Helix keep us free!" sung out one of
the members, who had accidentally hit upon the air from Herold's
And they all took up the chorus: "From such a maladee Saint Helix keep
us free!" with such intonations and variations as would have made the French
composer groan in his grave.
As the last notes died away in a frightful discord Uncle Prudent
took advantage of the momentary calm to say, "Stranger, up to now, we
let you speak without interruption." It seemed that for the president
of the Weldon Institute shouts, yells, and catcalls were
not interruptions, but only an exchange of arguments.
"But I may remind you, all the same, that the theory of aviation
is condemned beforehand, and rejected by the majority of American
and foreign engineers. It is a system which was the cause of the death
of the Flying Saracen at Constantinople, of the monk Volador at Lisbon, of
De Leturn in 1852, of De Groof in 1864, besides the victims I forget since
the mythological Icarus —"
"A system," replied Robur, "no more to be condemned than that
whose martyrology contains the names of Pilatre de Rozier at Calais,
of Blanchard at Paris, of Donaldson and Grimwood in Lake Michigan,
of Sivel and of Croce-Spinelli, and others whom it takes good care,
This was a counter-thrust with a vengeance.
"Besides," continued Robur, "With your balloons as good as you can make
them you will never obtain any speed worth mentioning. It would take you ten
years to go round the world—and a flying machine could do it in a
Here arose a new tempest of protests and denials which lasted for three
long minutes. And then Phil Evans look up the word.
"Mr. Aviator," he said "you who talk so much of the benefits
of aviation, have you ever aviated?"
"And made the conquest of the air?"
"Hooray for Robur the Conqueror!" shouted an ironical voice.
"Well, yes! Robur the Conqueror! I accept the name and I will bear it,
for I have a right to it!"
"We beg to doubt it!" said Jem Chip.
"Gentlemen," said Robur, and his brows knit, "when I have just seriously
stated a serious thing I do not permit anyone to reply to me by a flat
denial, and I shall be glad to know the name of the interrupter."
"My name is Chip, and I am a vegetarian."
"Citizen Chip," said Robur, "I knew that vegetarians had
longer alimentary canals than other men—a good foot longer at the
least. That is quite long enough; and so do not compel me to make you
any longer by beginning at your ears and —"
"Throw him out."
"Into the street with him!"
The rage of the balloonists burst forth at last. They rushed at
the platform. Robur disappeared amid a sheaf of hands that were
thrown about as if caught in a storm. In vain the steam whistle screamed
its fanfares on to the assembly. Philadelphia might well think that a fire
was devouring one of its quarters and that all the waters of the Schuyllkill
could not put it out.
Suddenly there was a recoil in the tumult. Robur had put his hands into
his pockets and now held them out at the front ranks of the infuriated
In each hand was one of those American institutions known as revolvers
which the mere pressure of the fingers is enough to fire — pocket
mitrailleuses in fact.
And taking advantage not only of the recoil of his assailants but also
of the silence which accompanied it.
"Decidedly," said he, "it was not Amerigo that discovered the New World,
it was Cabot! You are not Americans, citizen balloonists! You are only
Four or five shots cracked out, fired into space. They hurt nobody. Amid
the smoke, the engineer vanished; and when it had thinned away there was no
trace of him. Robur the Conqueror had flown, as if some apparatus of aviation
had borne him into the air.
This was not the first occasion on which, at the end of their
stormy discussions, the members of the Weldon Institute had filled
Walnut Street and its neighborhood with their tumult. Several times had
the inhabitants complained of the noisy way in which the
proceedings ended, and more than once had the policemen had to interfere to
clear the thoroughfare for the passersby, who for the most part
were supremely indifferent on the question of aerial navigation. But
never before had the tumult attained such proportions, never had
the complaints been better founded, never had the intervention of
the police been more necessary.
But there was some excuse for the members of the Weldon Institute. They
had been attacked in their own house. To these enthusiasts for "lighter than
air" a no less enthusiast for "heavier than air" had said things absolutely
abhorrent. And at the moment they were about to treat him as he deserved, he
So they cried aloud for vengeance. To leave such insults unpunished was
impossible to all with American blood in their veins. Had not the sons of
Amerigo been called the sons of Cabot? Was not that an insult as unpardonable
as it happened to be just—historically?
The members of the club in several groups rushed down Walnut
Street, then into the adjoining streets, and then all over the
neighborhood. They woke up the householders; they compelled them to search
their houses, prepared to indemnify them later on for the outrage on
their privacy. Vain were all their trouble and searching. Robur was
nowhere to be found; there was no trace of him. He might have gone off in
the "Go-Ahead," the balloon of the Institute, for all they could
tell. After an hour's hunt the members had to give in and separate,
not before they had agreed to extend their search over the whole territory
of the twin Americas that form the new continent.
By eleven o'clock quiet had been restored in the neighborhood of Walnut
Street. Philadelphia was able to sink again into that sound sleep which is
the privilege of non-manufacturing towns. The different members of the club
parted to seek their respective houses. To mention the most distinguished
amongst them, William T. Forbes sought his large sugar establishment, where
Miss Doll and Miss Mat had prepared for him his evening tea, sweetened with
his own glucose. Truck Milnor took the road to his factory in the distant
suburb, where the engines worked day and night. Treasurer Jim Chip,
publicly accused of possessing an alimentary canal twelve, inches longer
than that of other men, returned to the vegetable soup that was
waiting for him.
Two of the most important balloonists—two only—did not seem to think
of returning so soon to their domicile. They availed themselves of the
opportunity to discuss the question with more than usual acrimony. These were
the irreconcilables, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, the president and
secretary of the Weldon Institute.
At the door of the club the valet Frycollin waited for Uncle
Prudent, his master, and at last he went after him, though he cared but
little for the subject which had set the two colleagues at loggerheads.
It is only an euphemism' that the verb "discuss" can be used to express
the way in which the duet between the president and secretary was being
performed. As a matter of fact they were in full wrangle with an energy born
of their old rivalry.
"No, Sir, no," said Phil Evans. "If I had had the honor of
being president of the Weldon Institute, there never, no, never, would
have been such a scandal."
"And what would you have done, if you had had the honor?" demanded Uncle
"I would have stopped the insulter before he had opened his mouth."
"It seems to me it would have been impossible to stop him until he had
opened his mouth," replied Uncle Prudent.
"Not in America, Sir; not in America."
And exchanging such observations, increasing in bitterness as they went,
they walked on through the streets farther and farther from their homes,
until they reached a part of the city whence they had to go a long way round
to get back.
Frycollin followed, by no means at ease to see his master plunging into
such deserted spots. He did not like deserted spots, particularly after
midnight. in fact the darkness was profound, and the moon was only a thin
crescent just beginning its monthly life. Frycollin kept a lookout to the
left and right of him to see if he was followed. And he fancied he could see
five or six hulking follows dogging his footsteps. Instinctively he drew
nearer to his master, but not for the world would be have dared to break in
on the conversation of which the fragments reached him.
In short it so chanced that the president and secretary of the
Weldon Institute found themselves on the road to Fairmount Park. In the
full heat of their dispute they crossed the Schuyllkill river by
the famous iron bridge. They met only a few belated wayfarers, and pressed
on across a wide open tract where the immense prairie was broken every now
and then by the patches of thick woodland—which make the park different to
any other in the world.
There Frycollin's terror became acute, particularly as he saw the five
or six shadows gliding after him across the Schuyllkill bridge. The pupils of
his eyes broadened out to the circumference of his iris, and his limbs seemed
to diminish as if endowed with the contractility peculiar to the mollusca and
certain of the articulate; for Frycollin, the valet, was an egregious
He was a pure South Carolina Negro, with the head of a fool and
the carcass of an imbecille. Being only one and twenty, he had never
been a slave, not even by birth, but that made no difference to
him. Grinning and greedy and idle, and a magnificent poltroon, he had
been the servant of Uncle Prudent for about three years. Over and
over again had his master threatened to kick him out, but had kept him
on for fear of doing worse. With a master ever ready to venture on
the most audacious enterprises, Frycollin's cowardice had brought him many
arduous trials. But he had some compensation. Very little had been said about
his gluttony, and still less about his laziness.
Ah, Valet Frycollin, if you could only have read the future! Why,
oh why, Frycollin, did you not remain at Boston with the Sneffels, and not
have given them up when they talked of going to Switzerland? Was not that a
much more suitable place for you than this of Uncle Prudent's, where danger
was daily welcomed?
But here he was, and his master had become used to his faults. He
had one advantage, and that was a consideration. Although he was a
Negro by birth he did not speak like a Negro, and nothing is so
irritating as that hateful jargon in which all the pronouns are possessive
and all the verbs infinitive. Let it be understood, then, that
Frycollin was a thorough coward.
And now it was midnight, and the pale crescent of the moon began to sink
in the west behind the trees in the park. The rays streaming fitfully through
the branches made the shadows darker than ever. Frycollin looked around him
anxiously. "Brrr!" he said, "There are those fellows there all the time.
Positively they are getting nearer! Master Uncle!" he shouted.
It was thus he called the president of the Weldon Institute, and
thus did the president desire to be called.
At the moment the dispute of the rivals had reached its maximum, and as
they hurled their epithets at each other they walked faster and faster, and
drew farther and farther away from the Schuyllkill bridge. They had reached
the center of a wide clump of trees, whose summits were just tipped by the
parting rays of the moon. Beyond the trees was a very large clearing—an oval
field, a complete amphitheater. Not a hillock was there to hinder the gallop
of the horses, not a bush to stop the view of the spectators.
And if Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans had not been so deep in
their dispute, and had used their eyes as they were accustomed to,
they would have found the clearing was not in its usual state. Was it
a flour mill that had anchored on it during the night? It looked like it,
with its wings and sails—motionless and mysterious in the gathering
But neither the president nor the secretary of the Weldon
Institute noticed the strange modification in the landscape of Fairmount
Park; and neither did Frycollin. It seemed to him that the thieves
were approaching, and preparing for their attack; and he was seized
with convulsive fear, paralyzed in his limbs, with every hair he
could boast of on the bristle. His terror was extreme. His knees bent
under him, but he had just strength enough to exclaim for. the last
time, "Master Uncle! Master Uncle!"
"What is the matter with you?" asked Uncle Prudent.
Perhaps the disputants would not have been sorry to have relieved their
fury at the expense of the unfortunate valet. But they had no time; and
neither even had he time to answer.
A whistle was heard. A flash of electric light shot across
A signal, doubtless? The moment had come for the deed of violence.
In less time that it takes to tell, six men came leaping across from under
the trees, two onto Uncle Prudent, two onto Phil Evans, two onto
Frycollin—there was no need for the last two, for the Negro was incapable of
defending himself. The president and secretary of the Weldon Institute,
although taken by surprise, would have resisted.
They had neither time nor strength to do so. In a second they
were rendered speechless by a gag, blind by a bandage, thrown
down, pinioned and carried bodily off across the clearing. What could
they think except that they had fallen into the hands of people
who intended to rob them? The people did nothing of the sort,
however. They did not even touch Uncle Prudent's pockets, although,
according to his custom, they were full of paper dollars.
Within a minute of the attack, without a word being passed,
Uncle Prudent, Phil Evans, and Frycollin felt themselves laid gently
down, not on the grass, but on a sort of plank that creaked beneath
them. They were laid down side by side.
A door was shut; and the grating of a bolt in a staple told them
that they were prisoners.
Then there came a continuous buzzing, a quivering, a frrrr, with the rrr
And that was the only sound that broke the quiet of the night.
Great was the excitement next morning in Philadelphia Very early was it
known what had passed at the meeting of the Institute. Everyone knew of the
appearance of the mysterious engineer named Robur—Robur the Conqueror—and
the tumult among the balloonists, and his inexplicable disappearance. But it
was quite another thing when all the town heard that the president and
secretary of the club had also disappeared during the night.
Long and keen was the search in the city and neighborhood! Useless! The
newspapers of Philadelphia, the newspapers of Pennsylvania, the newspapers of
the United States reported the facts and explained them in a hundred ways,
not one of which was the right one. Heavy rewards were offered, and placards
were pasted up, but all to no purpose. The earth seemed to have opened and
bodily swallowed the president and secretary of the Weldon Institute.
THE PRESIDENT AND SECRETARY SUSPEND HOSTILITIES
A bandage over the eyes, a gag in the mouth, a cord round the
wrists, a cord round the ankles, unable to see, to speak, or to move,
Uncle Prudent, Phil Evans, and Frycollin were anything but pleased
with their position. Knowing not who had seized them, nor in what they
had been thrown like parcels in a goods wagon, nor where they were,
nor what was reserved for them—it was enough to exasperate even the most
patient of the ovine race, and we know that the members of the Weldon
Institute were not precisely sheep as far as patience went. With his violence
of character we can easily imagine how Uncle Prudent felt. One thing was
evident, that Phil Evans and he would find it difficult to attend the club
As to Frycollin, with his eyes shut and his mouth closed, it
was impossible for him to think of anything. He was more dead than
For an hour the position of the prisoners remained unchanged. No
one came to visit, them, or to give them that liberty of movement
and speech of which they lay in such need. They were reduced to
stifled sighs, to grunts emitted over and under their gags, to
everything that betrayed anger kept dumb and fury imprisoned, or rather
bound down. Then after many fruitless efforts they remained for some
time as though lifeless. Then as the sense of sight was denied them
they tried by their sense of hearing to obtain some indication of
the nature of this disquieting state of things. But in vain did they
seek for any other sound than an interminable and inexplicable
f-r-r-r which seemed to envelop them in a quivering atmosphere.
At last something happened. Phil Evans, regaining his coolness, managed
to slacken the cord which bound his wrists. Little by little the knot
slipped, his fingers slipped over each other, and his hands regained their
A vigorous rubbing restored the circulation. A moment after he
had slipped off the bandage which bound his eyes, taken the gag out of his
mouth, and cut the cords round his ankles with his knife. An American who has
not a bowie-knife in his pocket is no longer an American.
But if Phil Evans had regained the power of moving and speaking,
that was all. His eyes were useless to him—at present at any rate.
The prison was quite dark, though about six feet above him a feeble
gleam of light came in through a kind of loophole.
As may be imagined, Phil Evans did not hesitate to at once set free his
rival. A few cuts with the bowie settled the knots which bound him foot and
Immediately Uncle Prudent rose to his knees and snatched away
his bandage and gag.
"Thanks," said he, in stifled voice.
"Here we are no longer the president and secretary of the
Weldon Institute. We are adversaries no more."
"You are right," answered Evans. "We are now only two men agreed
to avenge ourselves on a third whose attempt deserves severe
reprisals. And this third is —"
"It is Robur!"
On this point both were absolutely in accord. On this subject there was
no fear of dispute.
"And your servant?" said Phil Evans, pointing to Frycollin, who
was puffing like a grampus. "We must set him free."
"Not yet," said Uncle Prudent. "He would overwhelm us with
his jeremiads, and we have something else to do than abuse each other."
"What is that, Uncle Prudent?"
"To save ourselves if possible."
"You are right, even if it is impossible."
"And even if it is impossible."
There could be no doubt that this kidnapping was due to Robur, for
an ordinary thief would have relieved them of their watches, jewelry, and
purses, and thrown their bodies into the Schuyllkill with a good gash in
their throats instead of throwing them to the bottom of—Of what? That was a
serious question, which would have to be answered before attempting an escape
with any chance of success.
"Phil Evans," began Uncle Prudent, "if, when we came away from
our meeting, instead of indulging in amenities to which we need not recur,
we had kept our eyes more open, this would not have happened. Had we remained
in the streets of Philadelphia there would have been none of this. Evidently
Robur foresaw what would happen at the club, and had placed some of his
bandits on guard at the door. When we left Walnut Street these fellows must
have watched us and followed us, and when we imprudently ventured into
Fairmount Park they went in for their little game."
"Agreed," said Evans. "We were wrong not to go straight home."
"It is always wrong not to be right," said Prudent.
Here a long-drawn sigh escaped from the darkest corner of the
prison. "What is that?" asked Evans.
"Nothing! Frycollin is dreaming."
"Between the moment we were seized a few steps out into the clearing and
the moment we were thrown in here only two minutes elapsed. It is thus
evident that those people did not take us out of Fairmount Park."
"And if they had done so we should have felt we were being moved."
"Undoubtedly; and consequently we must be in some vehicle, perhaps some
of those long prairie wagons, or some show-caravan —"
"Evidently! For if we were in a boat moored on the Schuyllkill we should
have noticed the movement due to the current —"
"That is so; and as we are still in the clearing, I think that now
is the time to get away, and we can return later to settle with this Robur
"And make him pay for this attempt on the liberty of two citizens of the
"And he shall pay pretty dearly!"
"But who is this man? Where does he come from? Is he English, or German,
or French —"
"He is a scoundrel, that is enough!" said Uncle Prudent. "Now to work."
And then the two men, with their hands stretched out and their fingers wide
apart, began to feel round the walls to find a joint or crack.
Nothing. Nothing; not even at the door. It was closely shut and it was
impossible to shoot back the lock. All that could be done was to make a hole,
and escape through the hole. It remained to be seen if the knives could cut
into the walls.
"But whence comes this never-ending rustling?" asked Evans, who was much
impressed at the continuous f-r-r-r.
"The wind, doubtless," said Uncle Prudent.
"The wind! But I thought the night was quite calm."
"So it was. But if it isn't the wind, what can it be?"
Phil Evans got out the best blade of his knife and set to work on
the wall near the door. Perhaps he might make a hole which would
enable him to open it from the outside should it be only bolted or
should the key have been left in the lock. He worked away for some
minutes. The only result was to nip up his knife, to snip off its point,
and transform what was left of the blade into a saw.
"Doesn't it cut?" asked Uncle Prudent.
"Is the wall made of sheet iron?"
"No; it gives no metallic sound when you hit it."
"Is it of ironwood?"
"No; it isn't iron and it isn't wood."
"What is it then?"
"Impossible to say. But, anyhow, steel doesn't touch it." Uncle Prudent,
in a sudden outburst of fury, began to rave and stamp on the sonorous planks,
while his hands sought to strangle an imaginary Robur.
"Be calm, Prudent, he calm! You have a try."
Uncle Prudent had a try, but the bowie-knife could do nothing against a
wall which its best blades could not even scratch. The wall seemed to be made
So it became evident that all flight was impracticable except
through the door, and for a time they must resign themselves to their
fate— not a very pleasant thing for the Yankee temperament, and very
much to the disgust of these eminently practical men. But this
conclusion was not arrived at without many objurgations and
loud-sounding phrases hurled at this Robur—who, from what had been seen of
him at the Weldon Institute, was not the sort of man to trouble himself
much about them.
Suddenly Frycollin began to give unequivocal signs of being unwell. He
began to writhe in a most lamentable fashion, either with cramp in his
stomach or in his limbs; and Uncle Prudent, thinking it his duty to put an
end to these gymnastics, cut the cords that bound him.
He had cause to be sorry for it. Immediately there was poured forth an
interminable litany, in which the terrors of fear were mingled with the
tortures of hunger. Frycollin was no worse in his brain than in his stomach,
and it would have been difficult to decide to which organ the chief cause of
the trouble should be assigned.
"Frycollin!" said Uncle Prudent.
"Master Uncle! Master Uncle!" answered the Negro between two of
his lugubrious howls.
"It is possible that we are doomed to die of hunger in this prison, but
we have made up our minds not to succumb until we have availed ourselves of
every means of alimentation to prolong our lives,"
"To eat me?" exclaimed Frycollin.
"As is always done with a Negro under such circumstances! So you
had better not make yourself too obvious —"
"Or you'll have your bones picked!" said Evans.
And as Frycollin saw he might be used to prolong two existences
more precious than his own, he contented himself thenceforth with
groaning in quiet.
The time went on and all attempts to force the door or get through the
wall proved fruitless. What the wall was made of was impossible to say. It
was not metal; it was not wood; it was not stone, And all the cell seemed to
be made of the same stuff. When they stamped on the floor it gave a peculiar
sound that Uncle Prudent found it difficult to describe; the floor seemed to
sound hollow, as if it was not resting directly on the ground of the
clearing. And the inexplicable f-r-r-r-r seemed to sweep along below it. All
of which was rather alarming.
"Uncle Prudent," said Phil Evans.
"Do you think our prison has been moved at all?"
"Not that I know of."
"Because when we were first caught I distinctly remember the
fresh fragrance of the grass and the resinous odor of the park trees.
While now, when I take in a good sniff of the air, it seems as though
all that had gone."
"So it has."
"We cannot say why unless we admit that the prison has moved; and I say
again that if the prison had moved, either as a vehicle on the road or a boat
on the stream, we should have felt it."
Here Frycollin gave vent to a long groan, which might have been
taken for his last had he not followed it up with several more.
"I expect Robur will soon have us brought before him," said
"I hope so," said Uncle Prudent. "And I shall tell him —"
"That he began by being rude and ended in being unbearable."
Here Phil Evans noticed that day was beginning to break. A gleam, still
faint, filtered through the narrow window opposite the door. It ought thus to
be about four o'clock in the morning for it is at that hour in the month of
June in this latitude that the horizon of Philadelphia is tinged by the first
rays of the dawn.
But when Uncle Prudent sounded his repeater—which was a
masterpiece from his colleague's factory—the tiny gong only gave a quarter
to three, and the watch had not stopped.
"That is strange!" said Phil Evans. "At a quarter to three it
ought still to be night".
"Perhaps my watch has got slow," answered Uncle Prudent.
"A watch of the Wheelton Watch Company!" exclaimed Phil Evans.
Whatever might be the reason, there was no doubt that the day
was breaking. Gradually the window became white in the deep darkness
of the cell. However, if the dawn appeared sooner than the
fortieth parallel permitted, it did not advance with the rapidity peculiar
to lower latitudes. This was another observation—of Uncle Prudent's - a
new inexplicable phenomenon.
"Couldn't we get up to the window and see where we are?"
"We might," said Uncle Prudent. "Frycollin, get up!"
The Negro arose.
"Put your back against the wall," continued Prudent, "and you,
Evans, get on his shoulders while I buttress him up."
"Right!" said Evans.
An instant afterwards his knees were on Frycollin's shoulders, and his
eyes were level with the window. The window was not of lenticular glass like
those on shipboard, but was a simple flat pane. It was small, and Phil Evans
found his range of view was much limited.
"Break the glass," said Prudent, "and perhaps you will be able to
Phil Evans gave it a sharp knock with the handle of his bowie-knife. It
gave back a silvery sound, but it did not break.
Another and more violent blow. The same result.
"It is unbreakable glass!" said Evans.
It appeared as though the pane was made of glass toughened on
the Siemens system—as after several blows it remained intact.
The light had now increased, and Phil Evans could see for some distance
within the radius allowed by the frame.
"What do you see?" asked Uncle Prudent.
"What? Not any trees?"
"Not even the top branches?"
"Then we are not in the clearing?:
"Neither in the clearing nor in the park."
"Don't you see any roofs of houses or monuments?" said Prudent,
whose disappointment and anger were increasing rapidly.
"What! Not a flagstaff, nor a church tower, nor a chimney?"
"Nothing but space."
As he uttered the words the door opened. A man appeared on
the threshold. It was Robur.
"Honorable balloonists" he said, in a serious voice, "you are now free
to go and come as you like."
"Free!" exclaimed Uncle Prudent.
"Yes—within the limits of the "Albatross!" "
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans rushed out of their prison. And what
did they see?
Four thousand feet below them the face of a country they sought in vain
ON BOARD THE ALBATROSS
"When will man cease to crawl in the depths to live in the azure
and quiet of the sky?"
To this question of Camille Flammarion's the answer is easy. It will be
when the progress of mechanics has enabled us to solve the problem of
aviation. And in a few years—as we can foresee—a more practical utilization
of electricity will do much towards that solution.
In 1783, before the Montgolfier brothers had built their fire-balloon,
and Charles, the physician, had devised his first aerostat, a few adventurous
spirits had dreamt of the conquest of space by mechanical means. The first
inventors did not think of apparatus lighter than air, for that the science
of their time did not allow them to imagine. It was to contrivances heavier
than air, to flying machines in imitation of the birds, that they trusted
to realize aerial locomotion.
This was exactly what had been done by that madman Icarus, the son
of Daedalus, whose wings, fixed together with wax, had melted as
they approached the sun.
But without going back to mythological times, without dwelling
on Archytas of Tarentum, we find, in the works of Dante of Perugia,
of Leonardo da Vinci and Guidotti, the idea of machines made to
move through the air. Two centuries and a half afterwards inventors
began to multiply. In 1742 the Marquis de Bacqueville designed a system
of wings, tried it over the Seine, and fell and broke his arm. In
1768 Paucton conceived the idea of an apparatus with two
screws, suspensive and propulsive. In 1781 Meerwein, the architect of
the Prince of Baden, built an orthopteric machine, and protested
against the tendency of the aerostats which had just been invented. In
1784 Launoy and Bienvenu had maneuvered a helicopter worked by springs.
In 1808 there were the attempts at flight by the Austrian Jacques
Degen. In 1810 came the pamphlet by Denian of Nantes, in which
the principles of "heavier than air" are laid down. From 1811 to 1840 came
the inventions and researches of Derblinger, Vigual, Sarti, Dubochet, and
Cagniard de Latour. In 1842 we have the Englishman Henson, with his system of
inclined planes and screws worked by steam. In 1845 came Cossus and his
ascensional screws. In 1847 came Camille Vert and his helicopter made of
birds' wings. in 1852 came Letur with his system of guidable parachutes,
whose trial cost him his life; and in the same year came Michel Loup with his
plan of gliding through the air on four revolving wings. In 1853
came Beleguic and his aeroplane with the traction
screws, Vaussin-Chardannes with his guidable kite, and George Cauley with
his flying machines driven by gas. From 1854 to 1863 appeared Joseph Pline
with several patents for aerial systems. Breant, Carlingford, Le Bris, Du
Temple, Bright, whose ascensional screws were left-handed; Smythies,
Panafieu, Crosnier, &c. At length, in 1863, thanks to the efforts of
Nadar, a society of "heavier than air" was founded in Paris. There the
inventors could experiment with the machines, of which many were patented.
Ponton d'Amecourt and his steam helicopter, La Landelle and his system of
combining screws with inclined planes and parachutes, Louvrie and his
aeroscape, Esterno and his mechanical bird, Groof and his apparatus with
wings worked by levers. The impetus was given, inventors invented,
calculators calculated all that could render aerial locomotion
practicable. Bourcart, Le Bris, Kaufmann, Smyth, Stringfellow, Prigent,
Danjard, Pomes and De la Pauze, Moy, Penaud, Jobert, Haureau de
Villeneuve, Achenbach, Garapon, Duchesne, Danduran, Pariesel,
Dieuaide, Melkiseff, Forlanini, Bearey, Tatin, Dandrieux, Edison, some
with wings or screws, others with inclined planes, imagined,
created, constructed, perfected, their flying machines, ready to do
their work, once there came to be applied to thereby some inventor a
motor of adequate power and excessive lightness.
This list may be a little long, but that will be forgiven, for it
is necessary to give the various steps in the ladder of aerial locomotion,
on the top of which appeared Robur the Conqueror. Without these attempts,
these experiments of his predecessors, how could the inquirer have conceived
so perfect an apparatus? And though he had but contempt for those who
obstinately worked away in the direction of balloons, he held in high esteem
all those partisans of "heavier than air," English, American, Italian,
Austrian, French—and particularly French—whose work had been perfected by
him, and led him to design and then to build this flying engine known as
the "Albatross," which he was guiding through the currents of
"The pigeon flies!" had exclaimed one of the most persistent adepts at
"They will crowd the air as they crowd the earth!" said one of his most
"From the locomotive to the aeromotive!" shouted the noisiest of
all, who had turned on the trumpet of publicity to awaken the Old and
Nothing, in fact, is better established, by experiment and calculation,
than that the air is highly resistant. A circumference of only a yard in
diameter in the shape of a parachute can not only impede descent in air, but
can render it isochronous. That is a fact.
It is equally well known that when the speed is great the work of
the weight varies in almost inverse ratio to the square of the speed,
and therefore becomes almost insignificant.
It is also known that as the weight of a flying animal increases,
the less is the proportional increase in the surface beaten by the
wings in order to sustain it, although the motion of the wings
A flying machine must therefore be constructed to take advantage
of these natural laws, to imitate the bird, "that admirable type of aerial
locomotion," according to Dr. Marcy, of the Institute of France.
In short the contrivances likely to solve the problem are of
1. Helicopters or spiralifers, which are simply screws with
2. Ornithopters, machines which endeavour to reproduce the
natural flight of birds.
3. Aeroplanes, which are merely inclined planes like kites, but towed or
driven by screws.
Each of these systems has had and still has it partisans
obstinately resolved to give way in not the slightest particular. However,
Robur, for many reasons, had rejected the two first.
The ornithopter, or mechanical bird, offers certain advantages,
no doubt. That the work and experiments of M. Renard in 1884
have sufficiently proved. But, as has been said, it is not necessary
to copy Nature servilely. Locomotives are not copied from the hare,
nor are ships copied from the fish. To the first we have put wheels
which are not legs; to the second we have put screws which are not
fins. And they do not do so badly. Besides, what is this
mechanical movement in the flight of birds, whose action is so complex? Has
not Doctor Marcy suspected that the feathers open during the return of the
wings so as to let the air through them? And is not that rather a difficult
operation for an artificial machine?
On the other hand, aeroplanes have given many good results.
Screws opposing a slanting plane to the bed of air will produce
an ascensional movement, and the models experimented on have shown
that the disposable weight, that is to say the weight it is possible
to deal with as distinct from that of the apparatus, increases with
the square of the speed. Herein the aeroplane has the advantage over
the aerostat even when the aerostat is furnished with the means
Nevertheless Robur had thought that the simpler his contrivance
the better. And the screws—the Saint Helices that had been thrown in his
teeth at the Weldon Institute—had sufficed for all the needs of his flying
machine. One series could hold it suspended in the air, the other could drive
it along under conditions that were marvelously adapted for speed and
If the ornithopter—striking like the wings of a bird—raised itself by
beating the air, the helicopter raised itself by striking the air obliquely,
with the fins of the screw as it mounted on an inclined plane. These fins, or
arms, are in reality wings, but wings disposed as a helix instead of as a
paddle wheel. The helix advances in the direction of its axis. Is the axis
vertical? Then it moves vertically. Is the axis horizontal? Then it moves
The whole of Robur's flying apparatus depended on these two movements,
as will be seen from the following detailed description, which can be divided
under three heads—the platform, the engines of suspension and propulsion,
and the machinery.
Platform.—This was a framework a hundred feet long and twelve wide, a
ship's deck in fact, with a projecting prow. Beneath was a hull solidly
built, enclosing the engines, stores, and provisions of all sorts, including
the watertanks. Round the deck a few light uprights supported a wire trellis
that did duty for bulwarks. On the deck were three houses, whose compartments
were used as cabins for the crew, or as machine rooms. In the center house
was the machine which drove the suspensory helices, in that forward was the
machine that drove the bow screw, in that aft was the machine that drove the
stern screw. In the bow were the cook's galley and the crew's quarters; in
the stern were several cabins, including that of the engineer, the saloon,
and above them all a glass house in which stood the helmsman, who
steered the vessel by means of a powerful rudder. All these cabins
were lighted by port-holes filled with toughened glass, which has
ten times the resistance of ordinary glass. Beneath the hull was a
system of flexible springs to ease off the concussion when it
became advisable to land.
Engines of suspension and propulsion.—Above the deck rose thirty-seven
vertical axes, fifteen along each side, and seven, more elevated, in the
centre. The "Albatross" might be called a clipper with thirty-seven masts.
But these masts instead of sails bore each two horizontal screws, not very
large in spread or diameter, but driven at prodigious speed. Each of these
axes had its own movement independent of the rest, and each alternate one
spun round in a different direction from the others, so as to avoid any
tendency to gyration. Hence the screws as they rose on the vertical column of
air retained their equilibrium by their horizontal
resistance. Consequently the apparatus was furnished with seventy-four
suspensory screws, whose three branches were connected by a metallic
circle which economized their motive force. In front and behind, mounted
on horizontal axes, were two propelling screws, each with four arms. These
screws were of much larger diameter than the suspensory ones, but could be
worked at quite their speed. In fact, the vessel combined the systems of
Cossus, La Landelle, and Ponton d'Amecourt, as perfected by Robur. But it was
in the choice and application of his motive force that he could claim to be
Machinery.—Robur had not availed himself of the vapor of water or other
liquids, nor compressed air and other mechanical motion. He employed
electricity, that agent which one day will be the soul of the industrial
world. But he required no electro-motor to produce it. All he trusted to was
piles and accumulators. What were the elements of these piles, and what were
the acids he used, Robur only knew. And the construction of the accumulators
was kept equally secret. Of what were their positive and negative plates?
None can say. The engineer took good care—and not unreasonably—to keep his
secret unpatented. One thing was unmistakable, and that was that the
piles were of extraordinary strength; and the accumulators left those
of Faure-Sellon-Volckmar very far behind in yielding currents
whose amperes ran into figures up to then unknown. Thus there was
obtained a power to drive the screws and communicate a suspending
and propelling force in excess of all his requirements under
But—it is as well to repeat it—this belonged entirely to Robur. He
kept it a close secret. And, if the president and secretary of the Weldon
Institute did not happen to discover it, it would probably be lost to
It need not be shown that the apparatus possessed sufficient stability.
Its center of gravity proved that at once. There was no danger of its making
alarming angles with the horizontal, still less of its capsizing.
And now for the metal used by Robur in the construction of
his aeronef—a name which can be exactly applied to the "Albatross." What
was this material, so hard that the bowie-knife of Phil Evans could not
scratch it, and Uncle Prudent could not explain its nature? Simply
For some years this fabrication had been making considerable progress.
Unsized paper, with the sheets impregnated with dextrin and starch and
squeezed in hydraulic presses, will form a material as hard as steel. There
are made of it pulleys, rails, and wagon-wheels, much more solid than metal
wheels, and far lighter. And it was this lightness and solidity which Robur
availed himself of in building his aerial locomotive. Everything—framework,
hull, houses, cabins— were made of straw-paper turned hard as metal by
compression, and - what was not to be despised in an apparatus flying at
great heights— incombustible. The different parts of the engines and the
screws were made of gelatinized fiber, which combined in sufficient
degree flexibility with resistance. This material could be used in
every form. It was insoluble in most gases. and liquids, acids or
essences, to say nothing of its insulating properties, and it proved
most valuable in the electric machinery of the "Albatross."
Robur, his mate Tom Turner, an engineer and two assistants,
two steersman and a cook—eight men all told—formed the crew of
the aeronef, and proved ample for all the maneuvers required in
aerial navigation. There were arms of the chase and of war;
fishing appliances; electric lights; instruments of observation,
compasses, and sextants for checking the course, thermometers for studying
the temperature, different barometers, some for estimating the
heights attained, others for indicating the variations of
atmospheric pressure; a storm-glass for forecasting tempests; a small
library; a portable printing press; a field-piece mounted on a pivot;
breech loading and throwing a three-inch shell; a supply of powder,
bullets, dynamite cartridges; a cooking-stove, warmed by currents from
the accumulators; a stock of preserves, meats and vegetables sufficient to
last for months. Such were the outfit and stores of the aeronef— in addition
to the famous trumpet.
There was besides a light india-rubber boat, insubmersible, which could
carry eight men on the surface of a river, a lake, or a calm sea.
But were there an parachutes in case of accident? No. Robur did
not believe in accidents of that kind. The axes of the screws
were independent. The stoppage of a few would not affect the motion of
the others; and if only half were working, the "Albatross" could
still keep afloat in her natural element.
"And with her," said Robur to his guests—guests in spite
of themselves—"I am master of the seventh part of the world, larger than
Africa, Oceania, Asia, America, and Europe, this aerial Icarian sea, which
millions of Icarians will one day people."
THE BALLOONISTS REFUSE TO BE CONVINCED
The President of the Weldon Institute was stupefied; his
companion was astonished. But neither of them would allow any of their
very natural amazement to be visible.
The valet Frycollin did not conceal his terror at finding himself borne
through space on such a machine, and he took no pains whatever to hide
The suspensory screws were rapidly spinning overhead. Fast as they were
going, they would have to triple their speed if the "Albatross" was to ascend
to higher zones. The two propellers were running very easily and driving the
ship at about eleven knots an hour.
As they leaned over the rail the passengers of the "Albatross"
could perceive a long sinuous liquid ribbon which meandered like a
mere brook through a varied country amid the gleaming of many
lagoons obliquely struck by the rays of the sun. The brook was a river,
one of the most important in that district. Along its left bank was
a chain of mountains extending out of sight.
"And will you tell us where we are?" asked Uncle Prudent, in a
voice tremulous with anger.
"I have nothing to teach you," answered Robur.
"And will you tell us where we are going?" asked Phil Evans.
"And how long will that last?"
"Until it ends."
"Are we going round the world?" asked Phil Evans ironically.
"Further than that," said Robur.
"And if this voyage does not suit us?" asked Uncle Prudent.
"It will have to suit you."
That is a foretaste of the nature of the relations that were to obtain
between the master of the "Albatross" and his guests, not to say his
prisoners. Manifestly he wished to give them time to cool down, to admire the
marvelous apparatus which was bearing them through the air, and doubtless to
compliment the inventor. And so he went off to the other end of the deck,
leaving them to examine the arrangement of the machinery and the management
of the ship or to give their whole attention to the landscape which was
unrolling beneath them.
"Uncle Prudent," said Evans, "unless I am mistaken we are flying
over Central Canada. That river in the northwest is the St. Lawrence.
That town we are leaving behind is Quebec."
It was indeed the old city of Champlain, whose zinc roofs were shining
like reflectors in the sun. The "Albatross" must thus have reached the
forty-sixth degree of north latitude, and thus was explained the premature
advance of the day with the abnormal prolongation of the dawn.
"Yes," said Phil Evans, "There is the town in its amphitheater, the hill
with its citadel, the Gibraltar of North America. There are the cathedrals.
There is the Custom House with its dome surmounted by the British
Phil Evans had not finished before the Canadian city began to slip into
The clipper entered a zone of light clouds, which gradually shut off a
view of the ground.
Robur, seeing that the president and secretary of the Weldon Institute
had directed their attention to the external arrangements of the "Albatross,"
walked up to them and said: "Well, gentlemen, do you believe in the
possibility of aerial locomotion by machines heavier than air?"
It would have been difficult not to succumb to the evidence. But Uncle
Prudent and Phil Evans did not reply.
"You are silent," continued the engineer. "Doubtless hunger makes
you dumb! But if I undertook to carry you through the air, I did not think
of feeding you on such a poorly nutritive fluid. Your first breakfast is
waiting for you."
As Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans were feeling the pangs of
hunger somewhat keenly they did not care to stand upon ceremony, A
meal would commit them to nothing; and when Robur put them back on
the ground they could resume full liberty of action.
And so they followed into a small dining-room in the aftermost
house. There they found a well-laid table at which they could take
their meals during the voyage. There were different preserves; and,
among other things, was a sort of bread made of equal parts of flour
and meat reduced to powder and worked together with a little lard,
which boiled in water made excellent soup; and there were rashers of
fried ham, and for drink there was tea.
Neither had Frycollin been forgotten. He was taken forward and
there found some strong soup made of this bread. In truth he had to be
very hungry to eat at all, for his jaws shook with fear, and
almost refused to work. "If it was to break! If it was to break!" said
the unfortunate Negro. Hence continual faintings. Only think! A fall
of over four thousand feet, which would smash him to a jelly!
An hour afterwards Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans appeared on the
deck. Robur was no longer there. At the stem the man at the wheel in
his glass cage, his eyes fixed on the compass, followed
imperturbably without hesitation the route given by the engineer.
As for the rest of the crew, breakfast probably kept them from
their posts. An assistant engineer, examining the machinery, went from
one house to the other.
If the speed of the ship was great the two colleagues could
only estimate it imperfectly, for the "Albatross" had passed through
the cloud zone which the sun showed some four thousand feet below.
"I can hardly believe it," said Phil Evans.
"Don't believe it!" said Uncle Prudent. And going to the bow they looked
out towards the western horizon.
"Another town," said Phil Evans.
"Do you recognize it?"
"Yes! It seems to me to be Montreal."
"Montreal? But we only left Quebec two hours ago!"
"That proves that we must be going at a speed of seventy-five miles an
Such was the speed of the aeronef; and if the passengers were
not inconvenienced by it, it was because they were going with the wind. In
a calm such speed would have been difficult and the rate would have sunk to
that of an express. In a head-wind the speed would have been
Phil Evans was not mistaken. Below the "Albatross" appeared
Montreal, easily recognizable by the Victoria Bridge, a tubular bridge
thrown over the St. Lawrence like the railway viaduct over the
Venice lagoon. Soon they could distinguish the town's wide streets, its
huge shops, its palatial banks, its cathedral, recently built on the
model of St. Peter's at Rome, and then Mount Royal, which commands the
city and forms a magnificent park.
Luckily Phil Evans had visited the chief towns of Canada, and
could recognize them without asking Robur. After Montreal they
passed Ottawa, whose falls, seen from above, looked like a vast cauldron
in ebullition, throwing off masses of steam with grand effect.
"There is the Parliament House."
And he pointed out a sort of Nuremburg toy planted on a hill top. This
toy with its polychrome architecture resembled the House of Parliament in
London much as the Montreal cathedral resembles St. Peter's at Rome. But that
was of no consequence; there could be no doubt it was Ottawa.
Soon the city faded off towards the horizon, and formed but a luminous
spot on the ground.
It was almost two hours before Robur appeared. His mate, Tom
Turner, accompanied him. He said only three words. These were transmitted
to the two assistant engineers in the fore and aft engine-houses. At
a sign the helmsman changed the-direction of the "Albatross" a couple of
points to the southwest; at the same time Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans felt
that a greater speed had been given to the propellers.
In fact, the speed had been doubled, and now surpassed anything that had
ever been attained by terrestrial Engines. Torpedo-boats do their twenty-two
knots an hour; railway trains do their sixty miles an hour; the ice-boats on
the frozen Hudson do their sixty-five miles an hour; a machine built by the
Patterson company, with a cogged wheel, has done its eighty miles; and
another locomotive between Trenton and Jersey City has done its
But the "Albatross," at full speed, could do her hundred and
twenty miles an hour, or 176 feet per second. This speed is that of
the storm which tears up trees by the roots. It is the mean speed of
the carrier pigeon, and is only surpassed by the flight of the
swallow (220 feet per second) and that of the swift (274 feet per
In a word, as Robur had said, the "Albatross," by using the whole force
of her screws, could make the tour of the globe in two hundred hours, or less
than eight days.
Is it necessary to say so? The phenomenon whose appearance had so much
puzzled the people of both worlds was the aeronef of the engineer. The
trumpet which blared its startling fanfares through the air was that of the
mate, Tom Turner. The flag planted on the chief monuments of Europe, Asia,
America, was the flag of Robur the Conqueror and his "Albatross."
And if up to then the engineer had taken many precautions against being
recognized, if by preference he traveled at night, clearing the way with his
electric lights, and during the day vanishing into the zones above the
clouds, he seemed now to have no wish to keep his secret hidden. And if he
had come to Philadelphia and presented himself at the meeting of the Weldon
Institute, was it not that they might share in his prodigious discovery, and
convince "ipso facto" the most incredulous? We know how he had been received,
and we see what reprisals he had taken on the president and secretary of
Again did Robur approach his prisoners, who affected to be in no
way surprised at what they saw, of what had succeeded in spite of
them. Evidently beneath the cranium of these two Anglo-Saxon heads
there was a thick crust of obstinacy, which would not be easy to
On his part, Robur did not seem to notice anything particular,
and coolly continued the conversation which he had begun two hours
"Gentlemen," said he, "you ask yourselves doubtless if this apparatus,
so marvelously adapted for aerial locomotion, is susceptible of receiving
greater speed. It is not worth while to conquer space if we cannot devour it.
I wanted the air to be a solid support to me, and it is. I saw that to
struggle against the wind I must be stronger than the wind, and I am. I had
no need of sails to drive me, nor oars nor wheels to push me, nor rails to
give me a faster road. Air is what I wanted, that was all. Air surrounds me
as it surrounds the submarine boat, and in it my propellers act like
the screws of a steamer. That is how I solved the problem of
aviation. That is what a balloon will never do, nor will any machine that
is lighter than air."
Silence, absolute, on the part of the colleagues, which did not for
a moment disconcert the engineer. He contented himself with a half-smile,
and continued in his interrogative style, "Perhaps you ask if to this power
of the "Albatross" to move horizontally there is added an equal power of
vertical movement—in a word, if, when, we visit the higher zones of the
atmosphere, we can compete with an aerostat? Well, I should not advise you to
enter the "Go-Ahead" against her!"
The two colleagues shrugged their shoulders. That was probably what the
engineer was waiting for.
Robur made a sign. The propelling screws immediately stopped, and after
running for a mile the "Albatross" pulled up motionless.
At a second gesture from Robur the suspensory helices revolved at
a speed that can only be compared to that of a siren in
acoustical experiments. Their f-r-r-r-r rose nearly an octave in the scale
of sound, diminishing gradually in intensity as the air became
more rarified, and the machine rose vertically, like a lark singing
his song in space.
"Master! Master!" shouted Frycollin. "See that it doesn't break!"
A smile of disdain was Robur's only reply. In a few minutes
the "Albatross" had attained the height of 8,700 feet, and extended
the range of vision by seventy miles, the barometer having fallen
Then the "Albatross" descended. The diminution of the pressure in high
altitudes leads to the diminution of oxygen in the air, and consequently in
the blood. This has been the cause of several serious accidents which have
happened to aeronauts, and Robur saw no reason to run any risk.
The "Albatross" thus returned to the height she seemed to prefer,
and her propellers beginning again, drove her off to the southwest.
"Now, sirs, if that is what you wanted you can reply." Then,
leaning over the rail, he remained absorbed in contemplation.
When he raised his head the president and secretary of the
Weldon Institute stood by his side.
"Engineer Robur," said Uncle Prudent, in vain endeavoring to
control himself, "we have nothing to ask about what you seem to believe,
but we wish to ask you a question which we think you would do well
"By what right did you attack us in Philadelphia in Fairmount Park? By
what right did you shut us up in that prison? By what right have you brought
us against our will on board this flying machine?"
"And by what right, Messieurs Balloonists, did you insult and threaten
me in your club in such a way that I am astonished I came out of it
"To ask is not to answer," said Phil Evans, "and I repeat, by
"Do you wish to know?"
"If you please."
"Well, by the right of the strongest!"
"That is cynical."
"But it is true."
"And for how long, citizen engineer," asked Uncle Prudent, who
was nearly exploding, "for how long do you intend to exercise that
"How can you?" said Robur, ironically, "how can you ask me such
a question when you have only to cast down your eyes to enjoy a spectacle
unparalleled in the world?"
The "Albatross" was then sweeping across the immense expanse of
Lake Ontario. She had just crossed the country so poetically described
by Cooper. Then she followed the southern shore and headed for
the celebrated river which pours into it the waters of Lake Erie, breaking
them to powder in its cataracts.
In an instant a majestic sound, a roar as of the tempest,
mounted towards them and, as if a humid fog had been projected into the
air, the atmosphere sensibly freshened. Below were the liquid masses.
They seemed like an enormous flowing sheet of crystal amid a
thousand rainbows due to refraction as it decomposed the solar rays. The
sight was sublime.
Before the falls a foot-bridge, stretching like a thread, united
one bank to the other. Three miles below was a suspension-bridge,
across which a train was crawling from the Canadian to the American
"The falls of Niagara!" exclaimed Phil Evans. And as the
exclamation escaped him, Uncle Prudent was doing all could do to admire
nothing of these wonders.
A minute afterwards the "Albatross" had crossed the river
which separates the United States from Canada, and was flying over the
vast territories of the West.
ACROSS THE PRAIRIE
In one, of the cabins of the after-house Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans had found two excellent berths, with clean linen, change of
clothes, and traveling-cloaks and rugs. No Atlantic liner could have
offered them more comfort. If they did not Sleep soundly it was that they
did not wish to do so, or rather that their very real anxiety
prevented them. In what adventure had they embarked? To what series
of experiments had they been invited? How would the business end?
And above all, what was Robur going to do with them?
Frycollin, the valet, was quartered forward in a cabin adjoining that of
the cook. The neighborhood did not displease him; he liked to rub shoulders
with the great in this world. But if he finally went to sleep it was to dream
of fall after fall, of projections through space, which made his sleep a
However, nothing could be quieter than this journey through
the atmosphere, whose currents had grown weaker with the evening.
Beyond the rustling of the blades of the screws there was not a
sound, except now and then the whistle from some terrestrial locomotive,
or the calling of some animal. Strange instinct! These terrestrial beings
felt the aeronef glide over them, and uttered cries of terror as it passed.
On the morrow, the 14th of June, at five o'clock, Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans were walking on the deck of the "Albatross."
Nothing had changed since the evening; there was a lookout forward, and
the helmsman was in his glass cage. Why was there a look-out? Was there any
chance of collision with another such machine? Certainly not. Robur had not
yet found imitators. The chance of encountering an aerostat gliding through
the air was too remote to be regarded. In any case it would be all the worse
for the aerostat—the earthen pot and the iron pot. The "Albatross" had
nothing to fear from the collision.
But what could happen? The aeronef might find herself like a ship on a
lee shore if a mountain that could not be outflanked or passed barred the
way. These are the reefs of the air, and they have to be avoided as a ship
avoids the reefs of the sea. The engineer, it is true, had given the course,
and in doing so had taken into account the altitude necessary to clear the
summits of the high lands in the district. But as the aeronef was rapidly
nearing a mountainous country, it was only prudent to keep a good lookout, in
case some slight deviation from the course became necessary.
Looking at the country beneath them, Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans noticed a large lake, whose lower southern end the "Albatross"
had just reached. They concluded, therefore, that during the night
the whole length of Lake Erie had been traversed, and that, as they
were going due west, they would soon be over Lake Michigan. "There can
be no doubt of it," said Phil Evans, "and that group of roofs on
the horizon is Chicago."
He was right. It was indeed the city from which the seventeen railways
diverge, the Queen of the West, the vast reservoir into which flow the
products of Indiana, Ohio, Wisconsin, Missouri, and all the States which form
the western half of the Union.
Uncle Prudent, through an excellent telescope he had found in his cabin,
easily recognized the principal buildings. His colleague pointed out to him
the churches and public edifices, the numerous "elevators" or mechanical,
granaries, and the huge Sherman Hotel, whose windows seemed like a hundred
glittering points on each of its faces.
"If that is Chicago," said Uncle Prudent, "it is obvious that we
are going farther west than is convenient for us if we are to return
to our starting-place."
And, in fact, the "Albatross" was traveling in a straight line from the
But if Uncle Prudent wished to ask Robur to take him eastwards he could
not then do so. That morning the engineer did not leave his cabin. Either he
was occupied in some work, or else he was asleep, and the two colleagues sat
down to breakfast without seeing him.
The speed was the same as that during last evening. The wind
being easterly the rate was not interfered with at all, and as
the thermometer only falls a degree centigrade for every seventy meters of
elevation the temperature was not insupportable. And so, in chatting and
thinking and waiting for the engineer, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans walked
about beneath the forest of screws, whose gyratory movement gave their arms
the appearance of semi-diaphanous disks.
The State of Illinois was left by its northern frontier in less than two
hours and a half; and they crossed the Father of Waters, the Mississippi,
whose double-decked steam-boats seemed no bigger than canoes. Then the
"Albatross" flew over Iowa after having sighted Iowa City about eleven
o'clock in the morning.
A few chains of hills, "bluffs" as they are called, curved across
the face of the country trending from the south to the northwest,
whose moderate height necessitated no rise in the course of the
aeronef. Soon the bluffs gave place to the large plains of western Iowa
and Nebraska—immense prairies extending all the way to the foot of
the Rocky Mountains. Here and there were many rios, affluents or
minor affluents of the Missouri. On their banks were towns and
villages, growing more scattered as the "Albatross" sped farther west.
Nothing particular happened during this day. Uncle Prudent and
Phil Evans were left entirely to themselves. They hardly noticed
Frycollin sprawling at full length in the bow, keeping his eyes shut so that
he could see nothing. And they were not attacked by vertigo, as might have
been expected. There was no guiding mark, and there was nothing to cause the
vertigo, as there would have been on the top of a lofty building. The abyss
has no attractive power when it is gazed at from the car of a balloon or deck
of an aeronef. It is not an abyss that opens beneath the aeronaut, but an
horizon that rises round him on all sides like a cup.
In a couple of hours the "Albatross" was over Omaha, on the
Nebraskan frontier—Omaha City, the real head of the Pacific Railway,
that long line of rails, four thousand five hundred miles in
length, stretching from New York to San Francisco. For a moment they
could see the yellow waters of the Missouri, then the town, with its
houses of wood and brick in the center of a rich basin, like a buckle in
the iron belt which clasps North America round the waist. Doubtless, also,
as the passengers in the aeronef could observe all these details, the
inhabitants of Omaha noticed the strange machine. Their astonishment at
seeing it gliding overhead could be no greater than that of the president and
secretary of the Weldon Institute at finding themselves on board.
Anyhow, the journals of the Union would be certain to notice the fact.
It would be the explanation of the astonishing phenomenon which the whole
world had been wondering over for some time.
In an hour the "Albatross" had left Omaha and crossed the Platte River,
whose valley is followed by the Pacific Railway in its route across the
prairie. Things looked serious for Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans.
"It is serious, then, this absurd project of taking us to
"And whether we like it or not!" exclaimed the other.
"Robur had better take care! I am not the man to stand that sort
"Nor am I!" replied Phil Evans. "But be calm, Uncle Prudent, be
"And keep your temper until it is wanted."
By five o'clock they had crossed the Black Mountains covered with pines
and cedars, and the "Albatross" was over the appropriately named Bad Lands of
Nebraska—a chaos of ochre-colored hills, of mountainous fragments fallen on
the soil and broken in their fall. At a distance these blocks take the most
fantastic shapes. Here and there amid this enormous game of knucklebones
there could be traced the imaginary ruins of medieval cities with forts and
dungeons, pepper-box turrets, and machicolated towers. And in truth these
Bad Lands are an immense ossuary where lie bleaching in the sun myriads of
fragments of pachyderms, chelonians, and even, some would have us believe,
fossil men, overwhelmed by unknown cataclysms ages and ages ago.
When evening came the whole basin of the Platte River had been crossed,
and the plain extended to the extreme limits of the horizon, which rose high
owing to the altitude of the "Albatross."
During the night there were no more shrill whistles of locomotives
or deeper notes of the river steamers to trouble the quiet of the
starry firmament. Long bellowing occasionally reached the aeronef from
the herds of buffalo that roamed over the prairie in search of water
and pasturage. And when they ceased, the trampling of the grass
under their feet produced a dull roaring similar to the rushing of a
flood, and very different from the continuous f-r-r-r-r of the screws.
Then from time to time came the howl of a wolf, a fox, a wild cat, or a
coyote, the "Canis latrans," whose name is justified by his sonorous
Occasionally came penetrating odors of mint, and sage, and
absinthe, mingled with the more powerful fragrance of the conifers which
rose floating. through the night air.
At last came a menacing yell, which was not due to the coyote. It
was the shout of a Redskin, which no Tenderfoot would confound with
the cry of a wild beast.
The next day, the 15th of June, about five o'clock in the
morning, Phil Evans left his cabin. Perhaps he would today have a chance
of speaking to Robur? Desirous of knowing why he had not appeared the day
before, Evans addressed himself to the mate, Tom Turner.
Tom Turner was an Englishman of about forty-five, broad in the shoulders
and short in the legs, a man of iron, with one of those enormous
characteristic heads that Hogarth rejoiced in.
Shall we see Mr. Robur to-day?" asked Phil Evans.
"I don't know," said Turner.
"I need not ask if he has gone out."
"Perhaps he has."
"And when will he come back?"
"When he has finished his cruise."
And Tom went into his cabin.
With this reply they had to be contented. Matters did not
look promising, particularly as on reference to the compass it
appeared that the "Albatross" was still steering southwest.
Great was the contrast between the barren tract of the Bad Lands passed
over during the night and the landscape then unrolling beneath them.
The aeronef was now more than six hundred miles from Omaha, and over a
country which Phil Evans could not recognize because he had never been there
before. A few forts to keep the Indians in order crowned the bluffs with
their geometric lines, formed oftener of palisades than walls. There were few
villages, and few inhabitants, the country differing widely from the
auriferous lands of Colorado many leagues to the south.
In the distance a long line of mountain crests, in great confusion
as yet, began to appear. They were the Rocky Mountains.
For the first time that morning Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans
were sensible of a certain lowness of temperature which was not due to
a change in the weather, for the sun shone in superb splendor.
"It is because of the "Albatross" being higher in the air," said
In fact the barometer outside the central deck-house had fallen
540 millimeters, thus indicating an elevation of about 10,000 feet
above the sea. The aeronef was at this altitude owing to the elevation
of the ground. An hour before she had been at a height of 13,000 feet, and
behind her were mountains covered with perpetual snow.
There was nothing Uncle Prudent and his companion could remember which
would lead them to discover where they were. During the night the "Albatross"
had made several stretches north and south at tremendous speed, and that was
what had put them out of their reckoning.
After talking over several hypotheses more or less plausible they came
to the conclusion that this country encircled with mountains must be the
district declared by an Act of Congress in March, 1872, to be the National
Park of the United States. A strange region it was. It well merited the name
of a park—a park with mountains for hills, with lakes for ponds, with rivers
for streamlets, and with geysers of marvelous power instead of
In a few minutes the "Albatross" glided across the Yellowstone
River, leaving Mount Stevenson on the right, and coasting the large
lake which bears the name of the stream. Great was the variety on
the banks of this basin, ribbed as they were with obsidian and
tiny crystals, reflecting the sunlight on their myriad facets.
Wonderful was the arrangement of the islands on its surface; magnificent
were the blue reflections of the gigantic mirror. And around the lake,
one of the highest in the globe, were multitudes of pelicans, swans, gulls
and geese, bernicles and divers. In places the steep banks were clothed with
green trees, pines and larches, and at the foot of the escarpments there shot
upwards innumerable white fumaroles, the vapor escaping from the soil as from
an enormous reservoir in which the water is kept in permanent ebullition by
The cook might have seized the opportunity of securing an ample supply
of trout, the only fish the Yellowstone Lake contains in myriads. But the
"Albatross" kept on at such a height that there was no chance of indulging in
a catch which assuredly would have been miraculous.
In three quarters of an hour the lake was overpassed, and a
little farther on the last was seen of the geyser region, which rivals
the finest in Iceland. Leaning over the rail, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans
watched the liquid columns which leaped up as though to furnish the aeronef
with a new element. There were the Fan, with the jets shot forth in rays, the
Fortress, which seemed to be defended by waterspouts, the Faithful Friend,
with her plume crowned with the rainbows, the Giant, spurting forth a
vertical torrent twenty feet round and more than two hundred feet high.
Robur must evidently have been familiar with this
incomparable spectacle, unique in the world, for he did not appear on deck.
Was it, then, for the sole pleasure of his guests that he had brought
the aeronef above the national domain? If so, he came not to receive their
thanks. He did not even trouble himself during the daring passage of the
Rocky Mountains, which the "Albatross" approached at about seven
By increasing the speed of her wings, as a bird rising in its
flight, the "Albatross" would clear the highest ridges of the chain, and
sink again over Oregon or Utah, But the maneuver was unnecessary.
The passes allowed the barrier to be crossed without ascending for
the higher ridges. There are many of these canyons, or steep valleys, more
or less narrow, through which they could glide, such as Bridger Gap, through
which runs the Pacific Railway into the Mormon territory, and others to the
north and south of it.
It was through one of these that the "Albatross" headed,
after slackening speed so as not to dash against the walls of the
canyon. The steersman, with a sureness of hand rendered more effective by
the sensitiveness of the rudder, maneuvered his craft as if she were
a crack racer in a Royal Victoria match. It was really extraordinary. In
spite of all the jealousy of the two enemies of "lighter than air," they
could not help being surprised at the perfection of this engine of aerial
In less than two hours and a half they were through the Rockies, and the
"Albatross" resumed her former speed of sixty-two miles an hour. She was
steering southwest so as to cut across Utah diagonally as she neared the
ground. She had even dropped several hundred yards when the sound of a
whistle attracted the attention of Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans. It was a
train on the Pacific Railway on the road to Salt Lake City.
And then, in obedience to an order secretly given, the
"Albatross" dropped still lower so as to chase the train, which was going at
full speed. She was immediately sighted. A few heads showed themselves
at the doors of the cars. Then numerous passengers crowded the
gangways. Some did not hesitate to climb on the roof to get a better view
of the flying machine. Cheers came floating up through the air; but
no Robur appeared in answer to them.
The "Albatross" continued her descent, slowing her suspensory screws and
moderating her speed so as not to leave the train behind. She flew about it
like an enormous beetle or a gigantic bird of prey. She headed off, to the
right and left, and swept on in front, and hung behind, and proudly displayed
her flag with the golden sun, to which the conductor of the train replied by
waving the Stars and Stripes.
In vain the prisoners, in their desire to take advantage of
the opportunity, endeavored to make themselves known to those below.
In vain the president of the Weldon Institute roared forth at the top
of his voice, "I am Uncle Prudent of Philadelphia!" And the
secretary followed suit with, "I am Phil Evans, his colleague!" Their
shouts were lost in the thousand cheers with which the passengers
greeted the aeronef.
Three or four of the crew of the "Albatross" had appeared on the deck,
and one of them, like sailors when passing a ship less speedy than their own,
held out a rope, an ironical way of offering to tow them.
And then the "Albatross" resumed her original speed, and in half an hour
the express was out of sight. About one o'clock there appeared a vast disk,
which reflected the solar rays as if it were an immense mirror.
"That ought to be the Mormon capital, Salt Lake City," said
Uncle Prudent. And so it was, and the disk was the roof of the
Tabernacle, where ten thousand saints can worship at their ease. This vast
dome, like a convex mirror, threw off the rays of the sun in all
It vanished like a shadow, and the "Albatross" sped on her way to
the southwest with a speed that was not felt, because it surpassed that of
the chasing wind. Soon she was in Nevada over the silver regions, which the
Sierra separates from the golden lands of California.
"We shall certainly reach San Francisco before night," said
"And then?" asked Uncle Prudent.
It was six o'clock precisely when the Sierra Nevada was crossed by the
same pass as that taken by the railway. Only a hundred and eighty miles then
separated them from San Francisco, the Californian capital.
At the speed the "Albatross" was going she would be over the dome
by eight o'clock.
At this moment Robur appeared on deck. The colleagues walked up
"Engineer Robur," said Uncle Prudent, "we are now on the very confines
of America! We think the time has come for this joke to end."
"I never joke," said Robur.
He raised his hand. The "Albatross" swiftly dropped towards the ground,
and at the same time such speed was given her as to drive the prisoners into
their cabin. As soon as the door was shut, Uncle Prudent exclaimed,
"I could strangle him!"
"We must try to escape." said Phil Evans.
"Yes; cost what it may!"
A long murmur greeted their ears. It was the beating of the surf on the
seashore. It was the Pacific Ocean!
THE WIDE PACIFIC
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans had quite made up their minds to
escape. If they had not had to deal with the eight particularly vigorous
men who composed the crew of the aeronef they might have tried to
succeed by main force. But as they were only two—for Frycollin could
only be considered as a quantity of no importance—force was not to
be thought of. Hence recourse must be had to strategy as soon as
the "Albatross" again took the ground. Such was what Phil Evans endeavored
to impress on his irascible colleague, though he was in constant fear of
Prudent aggravating matters by some premature outbreak.
In any case the present was not the time to attempt anything of
the sort. The aeronef was sweeping along over the North Pacific. On
the following morning, that of June 16th, the coast was out of sight.
And as the coast curves off from Vancouver Island up to the
Aleutians— belonging to that portion of America ceded by Russia to the
United States in 1867—it was highly probable that the "Albatross"
would cross it at the end of the curve, if her course remained
How long the night appeared to be to the two friends! How eager
they were to get out of their cabins! When they came on deck in
the morning the dawn had for some hours been silvering the
eastern horizon. They were nearing the June solstice, the longest day of
the year in the northern hemisphere, when there is hardly any night
along the sixtieth parallel.
Either from custom or intention Robur was in no hurry to leave
his deck-house, When he came out this morning be contented himself
with bowing to his two guests as he passed them in the stern of
And now Frycollin ventured out of his cabin. His eyes red
with sleeplessness, and dazed in their look, he tottered along, like a
man whose foot feels it is not on solid ground. His first glance was
at the suspensory screws, which were working with gratifying
regularity without any signs of haste. That done, the Negro stumbled along
to the rail, and grasped it with both hands, so as to make sure of
his balance. Evidently he wished to view the country over which
the "Albatross" was flying at the height of seven hundred feet or more.
At first he kept himself well back behind the rail. Then he shook it to
make sure it was firm; then he drew himself up; then he bent forward; then he
stretched out his head. It need not be said that while he was executing these
different maneuvers he kept his eyes shut. At last he opened them.
What a shout! And how quickly he fled! And how deeply his head sank back
into his shoulders! At the bottom of the abyss he had seen the immense ocean.
His hair would have risen on end—if it had not been wool.
"The sea! The sea!" he cried. And Frycollin would have fallen on
the deck had not the cook opened his arms to receive him.
This cook was a Frenchman, and probably a Gascon, his name
being Francois Tapage. If he was not a Gascon he must in his infancy
have inhaled the breezes of the Garonne. How did this Francois Tapage
find himself in the service of the engineer? By what chain of
accidents had be become one of the crew of the "Albatross?" We can hardly
say; but in any case be spoke English like a Yankee. "Eh, stand up!"
he said, lifting the Negro by a vigorous clutch at the waist.
"Master Tapage!" said the poor fellow, giving a despairing look at the
"At your service, Frycollin."
"Did this thing ever smash?"
"No, but it will end by smashing."
"Because everything must end.
"And the sea is beneath us!"
"If we are to fall, it is better to fall in the sea."
"We shall be drowned."
"We shall be drowned, but we shall not be smashed to a jelly."
The next moment Frycollin was on all fours, creeping to the back of his
During this day the aeronef was only driven at moderate speed.
She seemed to skim the placid surface of the sea, which lay beneath. Uncle
Prudent and his companion remained in their cabin, so that they did not meet
with Robur, who walked about smoking alone or talking to the mate. Only half
the screws were working, yet that was enough to keep the apparatus afloat in
the lower zones of the atmosphere,
The crew, as a change from the ordinary routine, would have endeavored
to catch a few fish had there been any sign of them; but all that could be
seen on the surface of the sea were a few of those yellow-bellied whales
which measure about eighty feet in length. These are the most formidable
cetaceans in the northern seas, and whalers are very careful in attacking
them, for their strength is prodigious. However, in harpooning one of these
whales, either with the ordinary harpoon, the Fletcher fuse, or the
javelin-bomb, of which there was an assortment on board, there would have
been danger to the men of the "Albatross."
But what was the good of such useless massacre? Doubtless to show
off the powers of the aeronef to the members of the Weldon Institute.
And so Robur gave orders for the capture of one of these
At the shout of "A whale! "A whale!" Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans came
out of their cabin. Perhaps there was a whaler in sight! In that case all
they had to do to escape from their flying prison was to jump into the sea,
and chance being picked up by the vessel.
The crew were all on deck. "Shall we try, sir?" asked Tom Turner.
"Yes," said Robur.
In the engine-room the engineer and his assistant were at their
posts ready to obey the orders signaled to them. The "Albatross"
dropped towards the sea, and remained, about fifty feet above it.
There was no ship in sight—of that the two colleagues soon
assured themselves—nor was there any land to be seen to which they
could swim, providing Robur made no attempt to recapture them.
Several jets of water from the spout holes soon announced the presence
of the whales as they came to the surface to breathe. Tom Turner and one of
the men were in the bow. Within his reach was one of those javelin-bombs, of
Californian make, which are shot from an arquebus and which are shaped as a
metallic cylinder terminated by a cylindrical shell armed with a shaft having
a barbed point. Robur was a little farther aft, and with his right hand
signaled to the engineers, while with his left, he directed the steersman. He
thus controlled the aeronef in every way, horizontally and vertically,
and it is almost impossible to conceive with what speed and precision
the "Albatross" answered to his orders. She seemed a living being,
of which he was the soul.
"A whale! A whale!" shouted Tom Turner, as the back of a
cetacean emerged from the surface about four cable-lengths in front of
The "Albatross" swept towards it, and when she was within sixty feet of
it she stopped dead.
Tom Turner seized the arquebus, which was resting against a cleat on the
rail. He fired, and the projectile, attached to a long line, entered the
whale's body. The shell, filled with an explosive compound, burst, and shot
out a small harpoon with two branches, which fastened into the animal's
"Look out!" shouted Turner.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, much against their will, became
greatly interested in the spectacle.
The whale, seriously wounded, gave the sea such a slap with his
tail, that the water dashed up over the bow of the aeronef. Then he
plunged to a great depth, while the line, which had been previously wetted
in a tub of water to prevent its taking fire, ran out like lightning. When
the whale rose to the surface he started off at full speed in a northerly
It may be imagined with what speed the "Albatross" was towed in pursuit.
Besides, the propellers had been stopped. The whale was let go as he would,
and the ship followed him. Turner stood ready to cut the line in case a fresh
plunge should render this towing dangerous.
For half an hour, and perhaps for a distance of six miles,
the "Albatross" was thus dragged along, but it was obvious that the
whale was tiring. Then, at a gesture from Robur the assistant
engineers started the propellers astern, so as to oppose a certain
resistance to the whale, who was gradually getting closer.
Soon the aeronef was gliding about twenty-five feet above him. His tail
was beating the waters with incredible violence, and as he turned over on his
back an enormous wave was produced.
Suddenly the whale turned up again, so as to take a header, as it were,
and then dived with such rapidity that Turner had barely time to cut the
The aeronef was dragged to the very surface of the water. A
whirlpool was formed where the animal had disappeared. A wave dashed up on
to the deck as if the aeronef were a ship driving against wind an tide,
Luckily, with a blow of the hatchet the mate severed the line, and the
"Albatross," freed from her tug, sprang aloft six hundred feet under the
impulse of her ascensional screws. Robur had maneuvered his ship without
losing his coolness for a moment.
A few minutes afterwards the whale returned to the
surface—dead. From every side the birds flew down on to the carcass, and
their cries were enough to deafen a congress. The "Albatross,"
without stopping to share in the spoil, resumed her course to the west.
In the morning of the 17th of June, at about six o'clock, land
was sighted on the horizon. This was the peninsula of Alaska, and the long
range of breakers of the Aleutian Islands.
The "Albatross" glided over the barrier where the fur seals swarm for
the benefit of the Russo-American Company. An excellent business is the
capture of these amphibians, which are from six to seven feet long, russet in
color, and weigh from three hundred to four hundred pounds. There they were
in interminable files, ranged in line of battle, and countable by
Although they did not move at the passage of the "Albatross," it
was otherwise with the ducks, divers, and loons, whose husky cries
filled the air as they disappeared beneath the waves and fled terrified
from the aerial monster.
The twelve hundred miles of the Behring Sea between the first of
the Aleutians and the extreme end of Kamtschatka were traversed during the
twenty-four hours of this day and the following night. Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans found that here was no present chance of putting their project of
escape into execution. Flight was not to be thought of among the deserts of
Eastern Asia, nor on the coast of the sea of Okhotsk. Evidently the
"Albatross" was bound for Japan or China, and there, although it was not
perhaps quite safe to trust themselves to the, mercies of the Chinese or
Japanese, the two friends had made up their minds to run if the aeronef
But would she stop? She was not like a bird which grows fatigued by too
long a flight, or like a balloon which has to descend for want of gas. She
still had food for many weeks and her organs were of marvelous strength,
defying all weakness and weariness.
During the 18th of June she swept over the peninsula of Kamtschatka, and
during the day there was a glimpse of Petropaulovski and the volcano of
Kloutschew. Then she rose again to cross the Sea of Okhotsk, running down by
the Kurile Isles, which seemed to be a breakwater pierced by hundreds of
channels. On the 19th, in the morning, the "Albatross" was over the strait of
La Perouse between Saghalien and Northern Japan, and had reached the mouth of
the great Siberian river, the Amoor.
Then there came a fog so dense that the aeronef had to rise above it. At
the altitude she was there was no obstacle to be feared, no elevated
monuments to hinder her passage, no mountains against which there was risk of
being shattered in her flight. The country was only slightly varied. But the
fog was very disagreeable, and made everything on board very damp.
All that was necessary was to get above this bed of mist, which
was nearly thirteen hundred feet thick, and the ascensional screws
being increased in speed, the "Albatross" was soon clear of the fog and
in the sunny regions of the sky. Under these circumstances, Uncle Prudent
and Phil Evans would have found some difficulty in carrying out their plan of
escape, even admitting that they could leave the aeronef.
During the day, as Robur passed them he stopped for a moment,
and without seeming to attach any importance to what he said,
addressed them carelessly as follows: "Gentlemen, a sailing-ship or a
steamship caught in a fog from which it cannot escape is always much
delayed. It must not move unless it keeps its whistle or its horn going.
It must reduce its speed, and any instant a collision may be expected. The
"Albatross" has none of these things to fear. What does fog matter to her?
She can leave it when she chooses. The whole of space is hers." And Robur
continued his stroll without waiting for an answer, and the puffs of his pipe
were lost in the sky.
"Uncle Prudent," said Phil Evans, "it seems that this
astonishing "Albatross" never has anything to fear."
"That we shall see!" answered the president of the Weldon Institute.
"The fog lasted three days, the 19th, 20th, and 21st of June,
with regrettable persistence. An ascent had to be made to clear
the Japanese mountain of Fujiyama. When the curtain of mist was
drawn aside there lay below them an immense city, with palaces,
villas, gardens, and parks. Even without seeing it Robur had recognized it
by the barking of the innumerable dogs, the cries of the birds of
prey, and above all, by the cadaverous odor which the bodies of
its executed criminals gave off into space.
The two colleagues were out on the deck while the engineer was
taking his observations in case. he thought it best to continue his
course through the fog.
"Gentlemen," said he, "I have no reason for concealing from you
that this town is Tokyo, the capital of Japan."
Uncle Prudent did not reply. In the presence of the engineer he
was almost choked, as if his lungs were short of air.
"This view of Tokyo," continued Robur, "is very curious."
"Curious as it may be —" replied Phil Evans.
"It is not as good as Peking?" interrupted the engineer.
"That is what I think, and very shortly you shall have an opportunity of
Impossible to be more agreeable!
The "Albatross" then gliding southeast, had her course changed
four points, so as to head to the eastward.
THROUGH THE HIMALAYAS
During, the night the fog cleared off. There were symptoms of
an approaching typhoon—a rapid fall of the barometer, a disappearance of
vapor, large clouds of ellipsoid form clinging to a copper sky, and, on the
opposite horizon, long streaks of carmine on a slate-colored field, with a
large sector quite clear in the north. Then the sea was smooth and calm and
at sunset assumed a deep scarlet hue.
Fortunately the typhoon broke more to the south, and had no other result
than to sweep away the mist which had been accumulating during the last three
In an hour they had traversed the hundred and twenty-five miles of the
Korean strait, and while the typhoon was raging on the coast of China, the
"Albatross" was over the Yellow Sea. During the 22nd and 23rd she was over
the Gulf of Pechelee, and on the 24th she was ascending the valley of the
Peiho on her way to the capital of the Celestial Empire.
Leaning over the rail, the two colleagues, as the engineer had
told them, could see distinctly the immense city, the wall which
divides it into two parts—the Manchu town, and the Chinese
town—the twelve suburbs which surround it, the large boulevards which
radiate from its center, the temples with their green and yellow roofs
bathed in the rising sun, the grounds surrounding the houses of
the mandarins; then in the middle of the Manchu town the eighteen
hundred acres of the Yellow town, with its pagodas, its imperial gardens,
its artificial lakes, its mountain of coal which towers above the capital;
and in the center of the Yellow town, like a square of Chinese puzzle
enclosed in another, the Red town, that is the imperial palace, with all the
peaks of its outrageous architecture.
Below the "Albatross" the air was filled with a singular harmony.
It seemed to be a concert of Aeolian harps. In the air were a
hundred kites of different forms, made of sheets of palm-leaf, and having
at their upper end a sort of bow of light wood with a thin slip of bamboo
beneath. In the breath of the wind these slips, with all their notes varied
like those of a harmonicon, gave forth a most melancholy murmuring. It seemed
as though they were breathing musical oxygen.
It suited Robur's whim to run close up to this aerial orchestra, and the
"Albatross" slowed as she glided through the sonorous waves which the kites
gave off through the atmosphere.
But immediately an extraordinary effect was produced amongst
the innumerable population. Beatings of the tomtoms and sounds of
other formidable instruments of the Chinese orchestra, gun reports by
the thousand, mortars fired in hundreds, all were brought into play
to scare away the aeronef. Although the Chinese astronomers may
have recognized the aerial machine as the moving body that had given
rise to such disputes, it was to the Celestial million, from the
humblest tankader to the best-buttoned mandarin, an apocalyptical
monster appearing in the sky of Buddha.
The crew of the "Albatross" troubled themselves very little about these
demonstrations. But the strings which held the kites, and were tied to fixed
pegs in the imperial gardens, were cut or quickly hauled in; and the kites
were either drawn in rapidly, sounding louder as they sank, or else fell like
a bird shot through both wings, whose song ends with its last sigh.
A noisy fanfare escaped from Tom Turner's trumpet, and drowned the final
notes of the aerial concert. It did not interrupt the terrestrial fusillade.
At last a shell exploded a few feet below the "Albatross," and then she
mounted into the inaccessible regions of the sky.
Nothing happened during the few following days of which the
prisoners could take advantage. The aeronef kept on her course to
the southwest, thereby showing that it was intended to take her to
India. Twelve hours after leaving Peking, Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans caught a glimpse of the Great Wall in the neighborhood of
Chen-Si. Then, avoiding the Lung Mountains, they passed over the valley of
the Hoangho and crossed the Chinese border on the Tibet side.
Tibet consists of high table-lands without vegetation, with here
and there snowy peaks and barren ravines, torrents fed by
glaciers, depressions with glittering beds of salt, lakes surrounded
by luxurious forests, with icy winds sweeping over all.
The barometer indicated an altitude of thirteen thousand feet above the
level of the sea. At that height the temperature, although it was in the
warmest months of the northern hemisphere, was only a little above freezing.
This cold, combined with the speed of the "Albatross," made the voyage
somewhat trying, and although the friends had warm traveling wraps, they
preferred to keep to their cabin.
It need hardly be said that to keep the aeronef in this
rarefied atmosphere the suspensory screws had to be driven at extreme
speed. But they worked with perfect regularity, and the sound of their
wings almost acted as a lullaby.
During this day, appearing from below about the size of a
carrier pigeon, she passed over Garlock, a town of western Tibet, the
capital of the province of Cari Khorsum.
On the 27th of June, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans sighted an
enormous barrier, broken here and there by several peaks, lost in the
snows that bounded the horizon.
Leaning against the fore-cabin, so as to keep their
places notwithstanding the speed of the ship, they watched these
colossal masses, which seemed to be running away from the aeronef.
"The Himalayas, evidently," said Phil Evans; "and probably Robur
is going round their base, so as to pass into India."
"So much the worse," answered Uncle Prudent. "On that immense territory
we shall perhaps be able to —"
"Unless he goes round by Burma to the east, or Nepal to the West."
"Anyhow, I defy him to go through them."
"Indeed!" said a voice.
The next day, the 28th of June, the "Albatross" was in front of the huge
mass above the province of Zang. On the other side of the chain was the
province of Nepal. These ranges block the road into India from the north. The
two northern ones, between which the aeronef was gliding like a ship between
enormous reefs are the first steps of the Central Asian barrier. The first
was the Kuen Lung, the other the Karakorum, bordering the longitudinal valley
parallel to the Himalayas, from which the Indus flows to the west and
the Brahmapootra to the east.
What a superb orographical system! More than two hundred summits
have been measured, seventeen of which exceed twenty-five thousand
feet. In front of the "Albatross," at a height of twenty-nine
thousand feet, towered Mount Everest. To the right was Dhawalagiri,
reaching twenty-six thousand eight hundred feet, and relegated to second
place since the measurement of Mount Everest.
Evidently Robur did not intend to go over the top of these peaks;
but probably he knew the passes of the Himalayas, among others that of Ibi
Ganim, which the brothers Schlagintweit traversed in 1856 at a height of
twenty-two thousand feet. And towards it he went.
Several hours of palpitation, becoming quite painful followed;
and although the rarefaction of the air was not such as to
necessitate recourse being had to the special apparatus for renewing oxygen
in the cabins, the cold was excessive.
Robur stood in the bow, his sturdy figure wrapped in a great-coat.
He gave the orders, while Tom Turner was at the helm. The engineer kept an
attentive watch on his batteries, the acid in which fortunately ran no risk
of congelation. The screws, running at the full strength of the current, gave
forth a note of intense shrillness in spite of the trifling density of the
air. The barometer showed twenty-three thousand feet in altitude.
Magnificent was the grouping of the chaos of mountains! Everywhere were
brilliant white summits. There were no lakes, but glaciers descending ten
thousand feet towards the base. There was no herbage, only a few phanerogams
on the limit of vegetable life. Down on the lower flanks of the range were
splendid forests of pines and cedars. Here were none of the gigantic ferns
and interminable parasites stretching from tree to tree as in the thickets of
the jungle. There were no animals—no wild horses, or yaks, or Tibetan
bulls. Occasionally a scared gazelle showed itself far down the
slopes. There were no birds, save a couple of those crows which can rise
to the utmost limits of the respirable air.
The pass at last was traversed. The "Albatross" began to descend. Coming
from the hills out of the forest region there was now beneath them an immense
plain stretching far and wide.
Then Robur stepped up to his guests, and in a pleasant voice remarked,
OVER THE CASPIAN
The Engineer had no intention of taking his ship over the
wondrous lands of Hindustan. To cross the Himalayas was to show how
admirable was the machine he commanded; to convince those who would not
be convinced was all he wished to do.
But if in their hearts Uncle Prudent and his colleague could not
help admiring so perfect an engine of aerial locomotion, they allowed
none of their admiration to be visible. All they thought of was how
to escape. They did not even admire the superb spectacle that lay beneath
them as the "Albatross" flew along the river banks of the Punjab.
At the base of the Himalayas there runs a marshy belt of country,
the home of malarious vapors, the Terai, in which fever is endemic.
But this offered no obstacle to the "Albatross," or, in any way,
affected the health of her crew. She kept on without undue haste towards
the angle where India joins on to China and Turkestan, and on the 29th
of June, in the early hours of the morning, there opened to view
the incomparable valley of Cashmere.
Yes! Incomparable is this gorge between the major and the
minor Himalayas—furrowed by the buttresses in which the mighty range
dies out in the basin of the Hydaspes, and watered by the
capricious windings of the river which saw the struggle between the armies
of Porus and Alexander, when India and Greece contended for Central Asia.
The Hydaspes is still there, although the two towns founded by the Macedonian
in remembrance of his victory have long since disappeared.
During the morning the aeronef was over Serinuggur, which is
better known under the name of Cashmere. Uncle Prudent and his
companion beheld the superb city clustered along both banks of the river;
its wooden bridges stretching across like threads, its villas and
their balconies standing out in bold outline, its hills shaded by
tall poplars, its roofs grassed over and looking like molehills;
its numerous canals, with boats like nut-shells, and boatmen like
ants; its palaces, temples, kiosks, mosques, and bungalows on
the outskirts; and its old citadel of Hari-Pawata on the slope of the hill
like the most important of the forts of Paris on the slope of Mont
"That would be Venice," said Phil Evans, "if we were in Europe."
"And if we, were in Europe," answered Uncle Prudent, "we should know how
to find the way to America."
The "Albatross" did not linger over the lake through which the
river flows, but continued her flight down the valley of the Hydaspes.
For half an hour only did she descend to within thirty feet of the river
and remained stationary. Then, by means of an india-rubber pipe, Tom Turner
and his men replenished their water supply, which was drawn up by a pump
worked by the accumulators. Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans stood watching the
operation. The same idea occurred to each of them. They were only a few feet
from the surface of the stream. They were both good swimmers. A plunge would
give them their liberty; and once they had reached the river, how could Robur
get them back again? For his propellers to work, he must keep at least six
feet above the ground.
In a moment all the chances pro and con were run over in their heads. In
a moment they were considered, and the prisoners rushed to throw themselves
overboard, when several pairs of hands seized them by the shoulders.
They had been watched; and flight was utterly impossible.
This time they did not yield without resisting. They tried to throw off
those who held them. But these men of the "Albatross" were no children.
"Gentlemen," said the engineer, "when people, have the pleasure
of traveling with Robur the Conqueror, as you have so well named him,
on board his admirable "Albatross," they do not leave him in that way.
I may add you never leave him."
Phil Evans drew away his colleague, who was about to commit some act of
violence. They retired to their cabin, resolved to escape, even if it cost
them their lives.
Immediately the "Albatross" resumed her course to the west. During the
day at moderate speed she passed over the territory of Cabulistan, catching a
momentary glimpse of its capital, and crossed the frontier of the kingdom of
Herat, nearly seven hundred miles from Cashmere.
In these much-disputed countries, the open road for the Russians to the
English possessions in India, there were seen many columns and convoys, and,
in a word, everything that constitutes in men and material an army on the
march. There were heard also the roar of the cannon and the crackling of
musketry. But the engineer never meddled with the affairs of others where his
honor or humanity was not concerned. He passed above them. If Herat as we are
told, is the key of Central Asia, it mattered little to him if it was kept in
an English or Muscovite pocket. Terrestrial interests were nothing to him
who had made the air his domain.
Besides, the country soon disappeared in one of those sandstorms which
are so frequent in these regions. The wind called the "tebbad" bears along
the seeds of fever in the impalpable dust it raises in its passage. And many
are the caravans that perish in its eddies.
To escape this dust, which might have interfered with the working of the
screws, the "Albatross" shot up some six thousand feet into a purer
And thus vanished the Persian frontier and the extensive plains.
The speed was not excessive, although there were no rocks ahead, for
the mountains marked on the map are of very moderate altitude. But as
the ship approached the capital, she had to steer clear of Demavend, whose
snowy peak rises some twenty-two thousand feet, and the chain of Elbruz, at
whose foot is built Teheran.
As soon as the day broke on the 2nd of July the peak of
Demavend appeared above the sandstorm, and the "Albatross" was steered so
as to pass over the town, which the wind had wrapped in a mantle of
However, about six o'clock her crew could see the large ditches
that surround it, and the Shah's palace, with its walls covered
with porcelain tiles, and its ornamental lakes, which seemed like
huge turquoises of beautiful blue.
It was but a hasty glimpse. The "Albatross" now headed for the
north, and a few hours afterwards she was over a little hill at the
northern angle of the Persian frontier, on the shores of a vast extent
of water which stretched away out of sight to the north and east.
The town was Ashurada, the most southerly of the Russian stations. The
vast extent of water was a sea. It was the Caspian.
The eddies of sand had been passed. There was a view of a group
of European houses rising along a promontory, with a church tower in
the midst of them.
The "Albatross" swooped down towards the surface of the sea.
Towards evening she was running along the coast-which formerly belonged
to Turkestan, but now belongs to Russia—and in the morning of the 3rd of
July she was about three hundred feet above the Caspian.
There was no land in sight, either on the Asiatic or European side. On
the surface of the sea a few white sails were bellying in the breeze. These
were native vessels recognizable by their peculiar rig—kesebeys, with two
masts; kayuks, the old pirate-boats, with one mast; teimils, and smaller
craft for trading and fishing. Here and there a few puffs of smoke rose up to
the "Albatross" from the funnels of the Ashurada steamers, which the
Russians keep as the police of these Turcoman waters.
That morning Tom Turner was talking to the cook, Tapage, and to
a question of his replied, "Yes; we shall be about forty-eight hours over
"Good!" said the cook; "Then we can have some fishing."
They were to remain for forty-eight hours over the Caspian, which
is some six hundred and twenty-five miles long and two hundred
wide, because the speed of the "Albatross" had been much reduced, and
while the fishing was going on she would be stopped altogether.
The reply was heard by Phil Evans, who was then in the bow,
where Frycollin was overwhelming him with piteous pleadings to be put
"on the ground."
Without replying to this preposterous request, Evans returned aft
to Uncle Prudent; and there, taking care not to be overheard, he reported
the conversation that had taken place.
"Phil Evans," said Uncle Prudent, "I think there can be no mistake as to
this scoundrel's intention with regard to us."
"None," said Phil Evans. "He will only give us our liberty when it suits
him, and perhaps not at all."
"In that case we must do all we can to get away from the
"A splendid craft, she is, I must admit."
"Perhaps so," said Uncle Prudent; "but she belongs to a scoundrel
who detains us on board in defiance of all right. For us and ours she is a
constant danger. If we do not destroy her —"
"Let us begin by saving ourselves" answered Phil Evans; we can see about
the destruction afterwards."
"Just so," said Uncle Prudent. "And we must avail ourselves of
every chance that comes, along. Evidently the "Albatross" is going to
cross the Caspian into Europe, either by the north into Russia or by
the west into the southern countries. Well, no matter where we
stop, before we get to the Atlantic, we shall be safe. And we ought to
be ready at any moment."
"But," asked Evans, "how are we to get out?"
"Listen to me," said Uncle Prudent. "It may happen during the night that
the "Albatross" may drop to within a few hundred feet of the ground. Now
there are on board several ropes of that length, and, with a little pluck we
might slip down them —"
"Yes," said Evans. "If the case is desperate I don't mind —"
"Nor I. During the night there's no one about except the man at
the wheel. And if we can drop one of the ropes forward without being
seen or heard —"
"Good! I am glad to see you are so cool; that means business. But just
now we are over the Caspian. There are several ships in sight. The
"Albatross" is going down to fish. Cannot we do something now?"
"Sh! They are watching us much more than you think," said Uncle Prudent.
"You saw that when we tried to jump into the Hydaspes."
"And who knows that they don't watch us at night?" asked Evans.
"Well, we must end this; we must finish with this "Albatross" and
It will he seen how in the excitement of their anger the
colleagues— Uncle Prudent in particular—were prepared to attempt the
most hazardous things. The sense of their powerlessness, the
ironical disdain with which Robur treated them, the brutal remarks he
indulged in—all contributed towards intensifying the aggravation which
daily grew more manifest.
This very day something occurred which gave rise to another
most regrettable altercation between Robur and his guests. This
was provoked by Frycollin, who, finding himself above the boundless
sea, was seized with another fit of terror. Like a child, like the
Negro he was, he gave himself over to groaning and protesting and
crying, and writhing in a thousand contortions and grimaces.
"I want to get out! I want to get out! I am not a bird! Boohoo! I don't
want to fly, I want to get out!"
Uncle Prudent, as may be imagined, did not attempt to quiet him.
In fact, he encouraged him, and particularly as the incessant
howling seemed to have a strangely irritating effect on Robur.
When Tom Turner and his companions were getting ready for fishing, the
engineer ordered them to shut up Frycollin in his cabin. But the Negro never
ceased his jumping about, and began to kick at the wall and yell with
It was noon. The "Albatross" was only about fifteen or twenty feet above
the water. A few ships, terrified at the apparition, sought safety in
As may be guessed, a sharp look-out was kept on the prisoners,
whose temptation to escape could not but be intensified. Even
supposing they jumped overboard they would have been picked up by
the india-rubber boat. As there was nothing to do during the fishing,
in which Phil Evans intended to take part, Uncle Prudent, raging furiously
as usual, retired to his cabin.
The Caspian Sea is a volcanic depression. Into it flow the waters of the
Volga, the Ural, the Kour, the Kouma, the Jemba, and others. Without the
evaporation which relieves it of its overflow, this basin, with an area of
17,000 square miles, and a depth of from sixty to four hundred feet, would
flood the low marshy ground to its north and east. Although it is not in
communication with the Black Sea or the Sea of Aral, being at a much lower
level than they are, it contains an immense number of fish—such fish, be it
understood, as can live in its bitter waters, the bitterness being due to the
naptha which pours in from the springs on the south.
The crew of the "Albatross" made no secret of their delight at
the change in their food the fishing would bring them.
"Look out!" shouted Turner, as he harpooned a good-size fish, not unlike
It was a splendid sturgeon seven feet long, called by the
Russians beluga, the eggs of which mixed up with salt, vinegar, and white
wine form caviar. Sturgeons from the river are, it may be, rather
better than those from the sea; but these were welcomed warmly enough
on board the "Albatross."
But the best catches were made with the drag-nets, which brought up at
each haul carp, bream, salmon, saltwater pike, and a number of medium-sized
sterlets, which wealthy gourmets have sent alive to Astrakhan, Moscow, and
Petersburg, and which now passed direct from their natural element into the
cook's kettle without any charge for transport.
An hour's work sufficed to fill up the larders of the aeronef, and she
resumed her course to the north.
During the fishing Frycollin had continued shouting and kicking at his
cabin wall, and making a tremendous noise.
"That wretched nigger will not be quiet, then?" said Robur, almost out
"It seems to me, sir, he has a right to complain," said Phil Evans.
"Yes, and I have a right to look after my ears," replied Robur.
"Engineer Robur!" said Uncle Prudent, who had just appeared on deck.
"President of the Weldon Institute!"
They had stepped up to one another, and were looking into the whites of
each other's eyes. Then Robur shrugged his shoulders. "Put him at the end of
a line," he said.
Turner saw his meaning at once. Frycollin was dragged out of his cabin.
Loud were his cries when the mate and one of the men seized him and tied him
into a tub, which they hitched on to a rope—one of those very ropes, in
fact, that Uncle Prudent had intended to use as we know.
The Negro at first thought he was going to be hanged. Not he was
only going to be towed!
The rope was paid out for a hundred feet and Frycollin found
himself hanging in space.
He could then shout at his ease. But fright contracted his larynx, and
he was mute.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans endeavored to prevent this
performance. They were thrust aside.
"It is scandalous! It is cowardly!" said Uncle Prudent, quite
beside himself with rage.
"Indeed!" said Robur.
"It is an abuse of power against which I protest."
"I will be avenged, Mr. Robur."
"Avenge when you like, Mr. Prudent."
"I will have my revenge on you and yours."
The crew began to close up with anything but peaceful intentions. Robur
motioned them away.
"Yes, on you and yours!" said Uncle Prudent, whom his colleague in vain
tried to keep quiet.
"Whenever you please!" said the engineer.
"And in every possible way!"
"That is enough now," said Robur, in a threatening tone. "There
are other ropes on board. And if you don't be quiet I'll treat you as
I have done your servant!"
Uncle Prudent was silent, not because he was afraid, but because
his wrath had nearly choked him; and Phil Evans led him off to his
During the last hour the air had been strangely troubled. The symptoms
could not be mistaken. A storm was threatening. The electric saturation of
the atmosphere had become so great that about half-past two o'clock Robur
witnessed a phenomenon that was new to him.
In the north, whence the storm was traveling, were spirals
of half-luminous vapor due to the difference in the electric charges
of the various beds of cloud. The reflections of these bands came running
along the waves in myriads of lights, growing in intensity as the sky
The "Albatross" and the storm we're sure to meet, for they were exactly
in front of each other.
And Frycollin? Well! Frycollin was being towed—and towed is exactly the
word, for the rope made such an angle, with the aeronef, now going at over
sixty knots an hour, that the tub was a long way behind her.
The crew were busy in preparing for the storm, for the "Albatross" would
either have to rise above it or drive through its lowest layers. She was
about three thousand feet above the sea when a clap of thunder was heard.
Suddenly the squall struck her. In a few seconds the fiery clouds swept on
Phil Evans went to intercede for Frycollin, and asked for him to
be taken on board again. But Robur had already given orders to
that effect, and the rope was being hauled in, when suddenly there
took place an inexplicable slackening in the speed of the screws.
The engineer rushed to the central deck-house. "Power! More power!" he
shouted. "We must rise quickly and get over the storm!"
"What is the matter?"
"The currents are troubled! They are intermittent!" And, in fact,
the "Albatross" was falling fast.
As with the telegraph wires on land during a storm, so was it with the
accumulators of the aeronef. But what is only an inconvenience in the case of
messages was here a terrible danger.
"Let her down, then," said Robur, "and get out of the electric
zone! Keep cool, my lads!"
He stepped on to his quarter-deck and his crew went to their
Although the "Albatross" had sunk several hundred feet she was still in
the thick of the cloud, and the flashes played across her as if they were
fireworks. It seemed as though she was struck. The screws ran more and more
slowly, and what began as a gentle descent threatened to become a
In less than a minute it was evident they would get down to the surface
of the sea. Once they were immersed no power could drag them from the
Suddenly the electric cloud appeared above them. The "Albatross"
was only sixty feet from the crest of the waves. In two or three
seconds the deck would be under water.
But Robur, seizing the propitious moment, rushed to the central
house and seized the levers. He turned on the currents from the piles
no longer neutralized by the electric tension of the
surrounding atmosphere. In a moment the screws had regained their normal
speed and checked the descent; and the "Albatross" remained at her
slight elevation while her propellers drove her swiftly out of reach of
Frycollin, of course, had a bath—though only for a few seconds. When he
was dragged on deck he was as wet as if he had been to the bottom of the sea.
As may be imagined, he cried no more.
In the morning of the 4th of July the "Albatross" had passed over
the northern shore of the Caspian.
THE AERONEF AT FULL SPEED
If ever Prudent and Evans despaired on escaping from the
"Albatross" it was during the two days that followed. It may be that
Robur considered it more difficult to keep a watch on his prisoners
while he was crossing Europe, and he knew that they had made up their
minds to get away.
But any attempt to have done so would have been simply
committing suicide. To jump from an express going sixty miles an hour is to
risk your life, but to jump from a machine going one hundred and
twenty miles an hour would be to seek your death.
And it was at this speed, the greatest that could be given to her, that
the "Albatross" tore along. Her speed exceeded that of the swallow, which is
one hundred and twelve miles an hour.
At first the wind was in the northeast, and the "Albatross" had it fair,
her general course being a westerly one. But the wind began to drop, and it
soon became impossible for the colleagues to remain on the deck without
having their breath taken away by the rapidity of the flight. And on one
occasion they would have been blown overboard if they had not been dashed up
against the deck-house by the pressure of the wind.
Luckily the steersman saw them through the windows of his cage, and by
the electric bell gave the alarm to the men in the fore-cabin. Four of them
came aft, creeping along the deck.
Those who have been at sea, beating to windward in half a gale of wind,
will understand what the pressure was like. But here it was the "Albatross"
that by her incomparable speed made her own wind.
To allow Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans to get back to their cabin
the speed had to be reduced. Inside the deck-house the "Albatross"
bore with her a perfectly breathable atmosphere. To stand such driving
the strength of the apparatus must have been prodigious. The
propellers spun round so swiftly that they seemed immovable, and it was
with irresistible power that they screwed themselves through the air.
The last town that had been noticed was Astrakhan, situated at the north
end of the Caspian Sea. The Star of the Desert—it must have been a poet who
so called it—has now sunk from the first rank to the fifth or sixth. A
momentary glance was afforded at its old walls, with their useless
battlements, the ancient towers in the center of the city, the mosques and
modern churches, the cathedral with its five domes, gilded and dotted with
stars as if it were a piece of the sky, as they rose from the bank of the
Volga, which here, as it joins the sea, is over a mile in width.
Thenceforward the flight of the "Albatross" became quite a race through
the heights of the sky, as if she had been harnessed to one of those fabulous
hippogriffs which cleared a league at every sweep of the wing.
At ten o'clock in the morning, of the 4th of July the aeronef, heading
northwest, followed for a little the valley of the Volga. The steppes of the
Don and the Ural stretched away on each side of the river. Even if it had
been possible to get a glimpse of these vast territories there would have
been no time to count the towns and villages. In the evening the aeronef
passed over Moscow without saluting the flag on the Kremlin. In ten hours she
had covered the twelve hundred miles which separate Astrakhan from the
ancient capital of all the Russias.
>From Moscow to St. Petersburg the railway line measures about
seven hundred and fifty miles. This was but a half-day's journey, and
the "Albatross," as punctual as the mail, reached St. Petersburg and
the banks of the Neva at two o'clock in the morning.
Then came the Gulf of Finland, the Archipelago of Abo, the
Baltic, Sweden in the latitude of Stockholm, and Norway in the latitude
of Christiania. Ten hours only for these twelve hundred miles! Verily
it might be thought that no human power would henceforth be able to check
the speed of the "Albatross," and as if the resultant of her force of
projection and the attraction of the earth would maintain her in an unvarying
trajectory round the globe.
But she did stop nevertheless, and that was over the famous fall of the
Rjukanfos in Norway. Gousta, whose summit dominates this wonderful region of
Tellermarken, stood in the west like a gigantic barrier apparently
impassable. And when the "Albatross" resumed her journey at full speed her
head had been turned to the south.
And during this extraordinary flight what was Frycollin doing?
He remained silent in a comer of his cabin, sleeping as well as he could,
except at meal times.
Tapage then favored him with his company and amused himself at
his expense. "Eh! eh! my boy!" said he. "So you are not crying any
more? Perhaps it hurt you too much? That two hours hanging cured you of
it? At our present rate, what a splendid air-bath you might have for
"It seems to me we shall soon go to pieces!"
"Perhaps so; but we shall go so fast we shan't have time to fall! That
is some comfort!"
"Do you think so?"
To tell the truth, and not to exaggerate like Tapage, it was
only reasonable that owing to the excessive speed the work of
the suspensory screws should be somewhat lessened. The "Albatross"
glided on its bed of air like a Congreve rocket.
"And shall we last long like that?" asked Frycollin.
"Long? Oh, no, only as long as we live!"
"Oh!" said the Negro, beginning his lamentations.
"Take care, Fry, take care! For, as they say in my country, the master
may send you to the seesaw!" And Frycollin gulped down his sobs as he gulped
down the meat which, in double doses, he was hastily swallowing.
Meanwhile Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, who were not men to waste time
in wrangling when nothing could come of it, agreed upon doing something. It
was evident that escape was not to be thought of. But if it was impossible
for them to again set foot on the terrestrial globe, could they not make
known to its inhabitants what had become of them since their disappearance,
and tell them by whom they had been carried off, and provoke—how was not
very clear—some audacious attempt on the part of their friends to rescue
them from Robur?
Communicate? But how? Should they follow the example of sailors
in distress and enclose in a bottle a document giving the place
of shipwreck and throw it into the sea? But here the sea was
the atmosphere. The bottle would not swim. And if it did not fall
on somebody and crack his skull it might never be found.
The colleagues were about to sacrifice one of the bottles on board when
an idea occurred to Uncle Prudent. He took snuff, as we know, and we may
pardon this fault in an American, who might do worse. And as a snuff-taker he
possessed a snuff-box, which was now empty. This box was made of aluminum. If
it was thrown overboard any honest citizen that found it would pick it up,
and, being an honest citizen, he would take it to the police-office, and
there they would open it and discover from the document what had become of
the two victims of Robur the Conqueror!
And this is what was done. The note was short, but it told all, and it
gave the address of the Weldon Institute, with a request that it might he
forwarded. Then Uncle Prudent folded up the note, shut it in the box, bound
the box round with a piece of worsted so as to keep it from opening it as it
fell. And then all that had to be done was to wait for a favorable
During this marvelous flight over Europe it was not an easy thing
to leave the cabin and creep along the deck at the risk of being suddenly
and secretly blown away, and it would not do for the snuff-box to fall into
the sea or a gulf or a lake or a watercourse, for it would then perhaps be
lost. At the same time it was not impossible that the colleagues might in
this way get into communication with the habitable globe.
It was then growing daylight, and it seemed as though it would be better
to wait for the night and take advantage of a slackening speed or a halt to
go out on deck and drop the precious snuff-box into some town.
When all these points had been thought over and settled, the prisoners,
found they could not put their plan into execution—on that day, at all
events—for the "Albatross," after leaving Gousta, had kept her southerly
course, which took her over the North Sea, much to the consternation of the
thousands of coasting craft engaged in the English, Dutch, French, and
Belgian trade. Unless the snuff-box fell on the deck of one of these vessels
there was every chance of its going to the bottom of the sea, and Uncle
Prudent and Phil Evans were obliged to wait for a better opportunity. And, as
we shall immediately see, an excellent chance was soon to be
At ten o'clock that evening the "Albatross" reached the French
coast near Dunkirk. The night was rather dark. For a moment they could
see the lighthouse at Grisnez cross its electric beam with the lights from
Dover on the other side of the strait. Then the "Albatross" flew over the
French territory at a mean height of three thousand feet.
There was no diminution in her speed. She shot like a rocket over
the towns and villages so numerous in northern France. She was
flying straight on to Paris, and after Dunkirk came Doullens, Amiens,
Creil, Saint Denis. She never left the line; and about midnight she was
over the "city of light," which merits its name even when its
inhabitants are asleep or ought to be.
By what strange whim was it that she was stopped over the city of Paris?
We do not know; but down she came till she was within a few hundred feet of
the ground. Robur then came out of his cabin, and the crew came on to the
deck to breathe the ambient air.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans took care not to miss such an
excellent opportunity. They left their deck-house and walked off away from
the others so as to be ready at the propitious moment. It was
important their action should not be seen.
The "Albatross," like a huge coleopter, glided gently over the
mighty city. She took the line of the boulevards, then brilliantly
lighted by the Edison lamps. Up to her there floated the rumble of
the vehicles as they drove along the streets, and the roll of the
trains on the numerous railways that converge into Paris. Then she
glided over the highest monuments as if she was going to knock the ball
off the Pantheon or the cross off the Invalides. She hovered over the
two minarets of the Trocadero and the metal tower of the Champ de
Mars, where the enormous reflector was inundating the whole capital
with its electric rays.
This aerial promenade, this nocturnal loitering, lasted for about
an hour. It was a halt for breath before the voyage was resumed.
And probably Robur wished to give the Parisians the sight of a
meteor quite unforeseen by their astronomers. The lamps of the
"Albatross" were turned on. Two brilliant sheaves of light shot down and
moved along over the squares, the gardens, the palaces, the sixty
thousand houses, and swept the space from one horizon to the other.
Assuredly the "Albatross" was seen this time—and not only well seen but
heard, for Tom Turner brought out his trumpet and blew a
At this moment Uncle Prudent leant over the rail, opened his hand, and
let his snuff-box fall.
Immediately the "Albatross" shot upwards, and past her, higher
still, there mounted the noisy cheering of the crowd then thick on
the boulevards—a hurrah of stupefaction to greet the imaginary meteor.
The lamps of the aeronef were turned off, and the darkness and
the silence closed in around as the voyage was resumed at the rate of
one hundred and twenty miles an hour.
This was all that was to be seen of the French capital. At four o'clock
in the morning the "Albatross" had crossed the whole country obliquely; and
so as to lose no time in traversing the Alps or the Pyrenees, she flew over
the face of Provence to the cape of Antibes. At nine o'clock next morning the
San Pietrini assembled on the terrace of St. Peter at Rome were astounded to
see her pass over the eternal city. Two hours afterwards she crossed the Bay
of Naples and hovered for an instant over the fuliginous wreaths of Vesuvius.
Then, after cutting obliquely across the Mediterranean, in the early
hours of the afternoon she was signaled by the look-outs at La Goulette
on the Tunisian coast.
After America, Asia! After Asia, Europe! More than eighteen
thousand miles had this wonderful machine accomplished in less
than twenty-three days!
And now she was off over the known and unknown regions of Africa!
It may be interesting to know what had happened to the famous snuff-box
after its fall?
It had fallen in the Rue de Rivoli, opposite No. 200, when the
street was deserted. In the morning it was picked up by an honest
sweeper, who took it to the prefecture of police. There it was at
first supposed to be an infernal machine. And it was untied, examined,
and opened with care.
Suddenly a sort of explosion took place. It was a terrific sneeze on the
part of the inspector.
The document was then extracted from the snuff-box, and to the general
surprise, read as follows:
""Messrs. Prudent and Evans, president and secretary of the
Weldon Institute, Philadelphia, have been carried off in the
aeronef Albatross belonging to Robur the engineer.""
""Please inform our friends and acquaintances.""
""P. and P. E.""
Thus was the strange phenomenon at last explained to the people of the
two worlds. Thus was peace given to the scientists of the numerous
observatories on the surface of the terrestrial globe.
A SKIRMISH IN DAHOMEY
At this point in the circumnavigatory voyage of the "Albatross" it
is only natural that some such questions as the following should be asked.
Who was this Robur, of whom up to the present we know nothing but the name?
Did he pass his life in the air? Did his aeronef never rest? Had he not some
retreat in some inaccessible spot in which, if he had need of repose or
revictualing, be could betake himself? It would be very strange if it were
not so. The most powerful flyers have always an eyrie or nest
And what was the engineer going to do with his prisoners? Was he going
to keep them in his power and condemn them to perpetual aviation? Or was he
going to take them on a trip over Africa, South America, Australasia, the
Indian Ocean, the Atlantic and the Pacific, to convince them against their
will, and then dismiss them with, "And now gentlemen, I hope you will believe
a little more in heavier than air?"
To these questions, it is now impossible to reply. They are the secrets
of the future. Perhaps the answers will be revealed. Anyhow the bird-like
Robur was not seeking his nest on the northern frontier of Africa. By the end
of the day he had traversed Tunis from Cape Bon to Cape Carthage, sometimes
hovering, and sometimes darting along at top speed. Soon he reached the
interior, and flew down the beautiful valley of Medjeida above its yellow
stream hidden under its luxuriant bushes of cactus and oleander; and scared
away the hundreds of parrots that perch on the telegraph wires and seem to
wait for the messages to pass to bear them away beneath their wings.
Two hours after sunset the helm was put up and the "Albatross" bore off
to the southeast; and on the morrow, after clearing the Tell Mountains, she
saw the rising of the morning star over the sands of the Sahara.
On the 30th of July there was seen from the aeronef the little village
of Geryville, founded like Laghouat on the frontier of the desert to
facilitate the future conquest of Kabylia. Next, not without difficulty, the
peaks of Stillero were passed against a somewhat boisterous wind. Then the
desert was crossed, sometimes leisurely over the Ksars or green oases,
sometimes at terrific speed that far outstripped the flight of the vultures.
Often the crew had to fire into the flocks of these birds which, a dozen or
so at a time, fearlessly hurled them selves on to the aeronef to the
extreme terror of Frycollin.
But if the vultures could only reply with cries and blows of beaks and
talons, the natives, in no way less savage, were not sparing of their
musket-shots, particularly when crossing the Mountain of Sel, whose green and
violet slope bore its cape of white. Then the "Albatross" was at last over
the grand Sahara; and at once she rose into the higher zones so as to escape
from a simoom which was sweeping a wave of ruddy sand along the surface of
the ground like a bore on the surface of the sea.
Then the desolate tablelands of Chetka scattered their ballast
in blackish waves up to the, fresh. and verdant valley of Ain-Massin.
It is difficult to conceive the variety of the territories which could be
seen at one view. To the green hills covered with trees and shrubs there
succeeded long gray undulations draped like the folds of an Arab burnous and
broken in picturesque masses. In the distance could be seen the wadys with
their torrential waters, their forests of palm-trees, and blocks of small
houses grouped on a hill around a mosque, among them Metlili, where there
vegetates a religious chief. the grand marabout Sidi Chick.
Before night several hundred miles had been accomplished above
a flattish country ridged occasionally with large sandhills. If
the "Albatross" had halted, she would have come to the earth in the depths
of the Wargla oasis hidden beneath an immense forest of palm-trees. The town
was clearly enough displayed with its three distinct quarters, the ancient
palace of the Sultan, a kind of fortified Kasbah, houses of brick which had
been left to the sun to bake, and artesian wells dug in the valley—where the
aeronef could have renewed her water supply. But, thanks to her
extraordinary speed, the waters of the Hydaspes taken in the vale of Cashmere
still filled her tanks in the center of the African desert.
Was the "Albatross" seen by the Arabs, the Mozabites, and the
Negroes who share amongst them the town of Wargla? Certainly, for she
was saluted with many hundred gunshot, and the bullets fell back
before they reached her.
Then came the night, that silent night in the desert of which Felicien
David has so poetically told us the secrets.
During the following hours the course lay southwesterly, cutting across
the routes of El Golea, one of which was explored in 1859 by the intrepid
The darkness was profound. Nothing could be seen of the Trans- Saharan
Railway constructing on the plans of Duponchel—a long ribbon of iron
destined to bind together Algiers and Timbuktu by way of Laghouat and
Gardaia, and destined eventually to run down into the Gulf of Guinea.
Then the "Albatross" entered the equatorial region below the tropic of
Cancer. Six hundred miles from the northern frontier of the Sahara she
crossed the route on which Major Laing met his, death in 1846, and crossed
the road of the caravans from Morocco to the Sudan, and that part of the
desert swept by the Tuaregs, where could be heard what is called "the song of
the sand," a soft and plaintive murmur that seems to escape from the
Only one thing happened. A cloud of locusts came flying along, and there
fell such a cargo of them on board as to threaten to sink the ship. But all
hands set to work to clear the deck, and the locusts were thrown over except
a few hundred kept by Tapage for his larder. And he served them up in so
succulent a fashion that Frycollin forgot for the moment his perpetual
trances and said, "these are as good as prawns."
The aeronef was then eleven hundred miles from the Wargla oasis
and almost on the northern frontier of the Sudan. About two o'clock in the
afternoon a city appeared in the bend of a large river. The river was the
Niger. The city was Timbuktu.
If, up to then, this African Mecca had only been visited by
the travelers of the ancient world Batouta, Khazan, Imbert, Mungo
Park, Adams, Laing, Caille, Barth, Lenz, on that day by a most
singular chance the two Americans could boast of having seen, heard, and
smelt it, on their return to America—if they ever got back there.
Of having seen it, because their view included the whole triangle
of three or four miles in circumference; of having heard it, because
the day was one of some rejoicing and the noise was terrible; of
having smelt it, because the olfactory nerve could not but be
very disagreeably affected by the odors of the Youbou-Kamo square,
where the meatmarket stands close to the palace of the ancient Somai
The engineer had no notion of allowing the president and secretary
of the Weldon Institute to be ignorant that they had the honor
of contemplating the Queen of the Sudan, now in the power of the
Tuaregs of Taganet.
"Gentlemen, Timbuktu!" he said, in the same tone as twelve days before
he had said, "Gentlemen, India!" Then he continued, "Timbuktu is an important
city of from twelve to thirteen thousand inhabitants, formerly illustrious in
science and art. Perhaps you would like to stay there for a day or
Such a proposal could only have been made ironically. "But," continued
he, "it would he dangerous among the Negroes, Berbers, and Foullanes who
occupy, it—particularly as our arrival in an aeronef might prejudice them
"Sir," said Phil Evans, in the same tone, "for the pleasure of leaving
you we would willingly risk an unpleasant reception from the natives. Prison
for prison, we would rather be in Timbuktu than on the "Albatross.""
"That is a matter of taste," answered the engineer. "Anyhow, I shall not
try the adventure, for I am responsible for the safety of the guests who do
me the honor to travel with me."
"And so," said Uncle Prudent, explosively, "you are not content
with being our jailer, but you insult us."
"Oh! a little irony, that is all!"
"Are there any weapons on board?"
"Oh, quite an arsenal."
"Two revolvers will do, if I hold one and you the other."
"A duel!" exclaimed Robur, "a duel, which would perhaps cause the death
of one of us."
"Which certainly would cause it."
"Well! No, Mr. President of the Weldon Institute, I very much
prefer keeping you alive."
"To be sure of living yourself. That is wise."
"Wise or not, it suits me. You are at liberty to think as you like, and
to complain to those who have the power to help you—if you can."
"And that we have done, Mr. Robur."
"Was it so difficult when we were crossing the inhabited part of Europe
to drop a letter overboard?"
"Did you do that?" said Robur, in a paroxysm of rage.
"And if we have done it?"
"If you have done it—you deserve —"
"To follow your letter overboard."
"Throw us over, then. We did do it."
Robur stepped towards them. At a gesture from him Tom Turner and some of
the crew ran up. The engineer was seriously tempted to put his threat into
execution, and, fearful perhaps of yielding to it, he precipitately rushed
into his cabin,
"Good!" exclaimed Phil Evans.
"And what he will dare not do," said Uncle Prudent, "I Will do! Yes, I
At the moment the population of Timbuktu were crowding onto the squares
and roads and the terraces built like amphitheaters. In the rich quarters of
Sankere and Sarahama, as in the miserable huts at Raguidi, the priests from
the minarets were thundering their loudest maledictions against the aerial
monster. These were more harmless than the rifle-bullets; though assuredly,
if the aeronef had come to earth she would have certainly been torn to
For some miles noisy flocks of storks, francolins, and ibises escorted
the "Albatross" and tried to race her, but in her rapid flight she soon
The evening came. The air was troubled by the roarings of the numerous
herds of elephants and buffaloes which wander over this land, whose fertility
is simply marvelous. For forty-eight hours the whole of the region between
the prime meridian and the second degree, in the bend of the Niger, was
viewed from the "Albatross."
If a geographer had only such an apparatus at his command, with
what facility could he map the country, note the elevations, fix
the courses of the rivers and their affluents, and determine the positions
of the towns and villages! There would then be no huge blanks on the map of
Africa, no dotted lines, no vague designations which are the despair of
In the morning of the 11th the "Albatross" crossed the mountains
of northern Guinea, between the Sudan and the gulf which bears their name.
On the horizon was the confused outline of the Kong mountains in the kingdom
Since the departure from Timbuktu Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans noticed
that the course had been due south. If that direction was persisted in they
would cross the equator in six more degrees. The "Albatross" would then
abandon the continents and fly not over the Bering Sea, or the Caspian Sea,
or the North Sea, or the Mediterranean, but over the Atlantic Ocean.
This look-out was not particularly pleasing to the two friends,
whose chances of escape had sunk to below zero. But the "Albatross"
had slackened speed as though hesitating to leave Africa behind. Was Robur
thinking of going back? No; but his attention had been particularly attracted
to the country which he was then crossing.
We know—and he knew—that the kingdom of Dahomey is one of the most
powerful on the West Coast of Africa. Strong enough to hold its own with its
neighbor Ashantee, its area is somewhat small, being contained within three
hundred and sixty leagues from north to south, and one hundred and eighty
from east to west. But its population numbers some seven or eight hundred
thousand, including the neighboring independent territories of Whydah and
If Dahomey is not a large country, it is often talked about. It
is celebrated for the frightful cruelties which signalize its
annual festivals, and by its human sacrifices—fearful hecatombs
intended to honor the sovereign it has lost and the sovereign who
has succeeded him. It is even a matter of politeness when the King
of Dahomey receives a visit from some high personage or some
foreign ambassador to give him a surprise present of a dozen heads, cut
off in his honor by the minister of justice, the "minghan," who
is wonderfully skillful in that branch of his duties.
When the "Albatross" came flying over Dahomey, the old King Bahadou had
just died, and the whole population was proceeding to the enthronization of
his successor. Hence there was great agitation all over the country, and it
did not escape Robur that everybody was on the move.
Long lines of Dahomians were hurrying along the roads from the country
into the capital, Abomey. Well kept roads radiating among vast plains clothed
with giant trees, immense fields of manioc, magnificent forests of palms,
cocoa-trees, mimosas, orange-trees, mango-trees—such was the country whose
perfumes mounted to the "Albatross," while many parrots and cardinals swarmed
among the trees.
The engineer, leaning over the rail, seemed deep in thought,
and exchanged but a few words with Tom Turner. It did not look as
though the "Albatross" had attracted the attention of those moving
masses, which were often invisible under the impenetrable roof of trees.
This was doubtless due to her keeping at a good altitude amid a bank
of light cloud.
About eleven o'clock in the morning the capital was sighted, surrounded
by its walls, defended by a fosse measuring twelve miles round, with wide,
regular streets on the flat plain, and a large square on the northern side
occupied by the king's palace. This huge collection of buildings is commanded
by a terrace not far from the place of sacrifice. During the festival days it
is from this high terrace that they throw the prisoners tied up in wicker
baskets, and it can be imagined with what fury these unhappy wretches are cut
In one of the courtyards which divide the king's palace there were drawn
up four thousand warriors, one of the contingents of the royal army—and not
the least courageous one. If it is doubtful if there are any Amazons an the
river of that name, there is no doubt of there being Amazons at Dahomey. Some
have a blue shirt with a blue or red scarf, with white-and-blue striped
trousers and a white cap; others, the elephant-huntresses, have a heavy
carbine, a short-bladed dagger, and two antelope horns fixed to their heads
by a band of iron. The artillery-women have a blue-and-red tunic, and, as
weapons, blunderbusses and old cast cannons; and another brigade,
consisting of vestal virgins, pure as Diana, have blue tunics and
white trousers. If we add to these Amazons, five or six thousand men
in cotton drawers and shirts, with a knotted tuft to increase
their stature, we shall have passed in review the Dahomian army.
Abomey on this day was deserted. The soveriegn, the royal family,
the masculine and feminine army, and the population had all gone out
of the capital to a vast plain a few miles away surrounded by magnificent
On this plain the recognition of the new king was to take place. Here it
was that thousands of prisoners taken during recent razzias were to be
immolated in his honor.
It was about two o'clock when the "Albatross" arrived over the plain and
began to descend among the clouds which still hid her from
There were sixteen thousand people at least come from all parts of the
kingdom, from Whydah, and Kerapay, and Ardrah, and Tombory, and the most
The new king—a sturdy fellow named Bou-Nadi—some five-and-twenty years
old, was seated on a hillock shaded by a group of wide-branched trees. Before
him stood his male army, his Amazons, and his people.
At the foot of the mound fifty musicians were playing on their barbarous
instruments, elephants' tusks giving forth a husky note, deerskin drums,
calabashes, guitars, bells struck with an iron clapper, and bamboo flutes,
whose shrill whistle was heard over all. Every other second came discharges
of guns and blunderbusses, discharges of cannons with the carriages jumping
so as to imperil the lives of the artillery-women, and a general uproar so
intense that even the thunder would be unheard amidst it.
In one corner of the plain, under a guard of soldiers, were grouped the
prisoners destined to accompany the defunct king into the other world. At the
obsequies of Ghozo, the father of Bahadou, his son had dispatched three
thousand, and Bou-Nadi could not do less than his predecessor. For an hour
there was a series of discourses, harangues, palavers and dances, executed
not only by professionals, but by the Amazons, who displayed much martial
But the time for the hecatomb was approaching. Robur, who knew
the customs of Dahomey, did not lose sight of the men, women, and children
reserved for butchery.
The minghan was standing at the foot of the hillock. He was brandishing
his executioner's sword, with its curved blade surmounted by a metal bird,
whose weight rendered the cut more certain.
This time he was not alone. He could not have performed the task. Near
him were grouped a hundred executioners, all accustomed to cut off heads at
The "Albatross" came slowly down in an oblique direction. Soon
she emerged from the bed of clouds which hid her till she was within three
hundred feet of the ground, and for the first time she was visible from
Contrary to what had hitherto happened, the savages saw in her
a celestial being come to render homage to King Baha-dou. The enthusiasm
was indescribable, the shouts were interminable, the prayers were
terrific—prayers addressed to this supernatural hippogriff, which "had
doubtless come to" take the king's body to the higher regions of the Dahomian
heaven. And now the first head fell under the minghan's sword, and the
prisoners were led up in hundreds before the horrible executioners.
Suddenly a gun was fired from the "Albatross." The minister of justice
fell dead on his face!
"Well aimed, Tom!" said Robur,
His comrades, armed as he was, stood ready to fire when the order
But a change came over the crowd below. They had understood. The winged
monster was not a friendly spirit, it was a hostile spirit. And after the
fall of the minghan loud shouts for revenge arose on all sides. Almost
immediately a fusillade resounded over the plain.
These menaces did not prevent the "Albatross" from descending boldly to
within a hundred and fifty feet of the ground. Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans,
whatever were their feelings towards Robur, could not help joining him in
such a work of humanity.
"Let us free the prisoners!" they shouted.
"That is what I am going to do!" said the engineer.
And the magazine rifles of the "Albatross" in the hands of
the colleagues, as in the hands of the crew, began to rain down
the bullets, of which not one was lost in the masses below. And the little
gun shot forth its shrapnel, which really did marvels.
The prisoners, although they did not understand how the help had come to
them, broke their bonds, while the soldiers were firing at the aeronef. The
stern screw was shot through by a bullet, and a few holes were made in the
hull. Frycollin, crouching in his cabin, received a graze from a bullet that
came through the deck-house.
"Ah! They will have them!" said Tom Turner. And, rushing to
the magazine, he returned with a dozen dynamite cartridges, which
be distributed to the men. At a sign from Robur, these cartridges
were fired at the hillock, and as they reached the ground exploded like
so many small shells.
The king and his court and army and people were stricken with fear
at the turn things had taken. They fled under the trees, while
the prisoners ran off without anybody thinking of pursuing them.
In this way was the festival interfered with. And in this way did Uncle
Prudent and, Phil Evans recognize the power of the aeronef and the services
it could render to humanity.
Soon the "Albatross" rose again to a moderate height, and passing over
Whydah lost to view this savage coast which the southwest wind hems round
with an inaccessible surf. And she flew out over the Atlantic.
OVER THE ATLANTIC
Yes, the Atlantic! The fears of the two colleagues were realized;
but it did not seem as though Robur had the least anxiety about
venturing over this vast ocean. Both he and his men seemed quite
unconcerned about it and had gone back to their stations.
Whither was the "Albatross" bound? Was she going more than round
the world as Robur had said? Even if she were, the voyage must
end somewhere. That Robur spent his life in the air on board the
aeronef and never came to the ground was impossible. How could he make up
his stock of provisions and the materials required for working
his machines? He must have some retreat, some harbor of refuge—in
some unknown and inaccessible spot where the "Albatross" could
revictual. That he had broken off all connections with the inhabitants of
the land might be true, but with every point on the surface of the
earth, certainly not.
That being the case, where was this point? How had the engineer come to
choose it? Was he expected by a little colony of which he was the chief?
Could he there find a new crew?
What means had he that he should be able to build so costly a vessel as
the "Albatross" and keep her building secret? It is true his living was not
expensive. But, finally, who was this Robur? Where did he come from? What had
been his history? Here were riddles impossible to solve; and Robur was not
the man to assist willingly in their solution.
It is not to be wondered at that these insoluble problems drove
the colleagues almost to frenzy. To find themselves whipped off into
the unknown without knowing what the end might be doubting even if
the adventure would end, sentenced to perpetual aviation, was this
not enough to drive the President and secretary of the Weldon Institute to
Meanwhile the "Albatross" drove along above the Atlantic, and in
the morning when the sun rose there was nothing to be seen but
the circular line where earth met sky. Not a spot of land was insight
in this huge field of vision. Africa had vanished beneath the
When Frycollin ventured out of his cabin and saw all this water beneath
him, fear took possession of him.
Of the hundred and forty-five million square miles of which the area of
the world's waters consists, the Atlantic claims about a quarter; and it
seemed as though the engineer was in no hurry to cross it. There was now no
going at full speed, none of the hundred and twenty miles an hour at which
the "Albatross" had flown over Europe. Here, where the southwest winds
prevail, the wind was ahead of them, and though it was not very strong, it
would not do to defy it and the "Albatross" was sent along at a moderate
speed, which, however, easily outstripped that of the fastest
On the 13th of July she crossed the line, and the fact was
duly announced to the crew. It was then that Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans ascertained that they were bound for the southern hemisphere.
The crossing of the line took place without any of the
Neptunian ceremonies that still linger on certain ships. Tapage was the
only one to mark the event, and he did so by pouring a pint of water
down Frycollin's neck.
On the 18th of July, when beyond the tropic of Capricorn,
another phenomenon was noticed, which would have been somewhat alarming to
a ship on the sea. A strange succession of luminous waves widened out over
the surface of the ocean with a speed estimated at quite sixty miles an hour.
The waves ran along at about eight feet from one another, tracing two furrows
of light. As night fell a bright reflection rose even to the "Albatross," so
that she might have been taken for a flaming aerolite. Never before had Robur
sailed on a sea of fire—fire without heat—which there was no need to flee
from as it mounted upwards into the sky.
The cause of this light must have been electricity; it could not
be attributed to a bank of fish spawn, nor to a crowd of those animalculae
that give phosphorescence to the sea, and this showed that the electrical
tension of the atmosphere was considerable.
In the morning an ordinary ship would probably have been lost. But the
"Albatross" played with the winds and waves like the powerful bird whose name
she bore. If she did not walk on their surface like the petrels, she could
like the eagles find calm and sunshine in the higher zones.
They had now passed the forty-seventh parallel. The day was but little
over seven hours long, and would become even less as they approached the
About one o'clock in the afternoon the "Albatross" was floating along in
a lower current than usual, about a hundred feet from the level of the sea.
The air was calm, but in certain parts of the sky were thick black clouds,
massed in mountains, on their upper surface, and ruled off below by a sharp
horizontal line. From these clouds a few lengthy protuberances escaped, and
their points as they fell seemed to draw up hills of foaming water to meet
Suddenly the water shot up in the form of a gigantic hourglass, and the
"Albatross" was enveloped in the eddy of an enormous waterspout, while twenty
others, black as ink, raged around her. Fortunately the gyratory movement of
the water was opposite to that of the suspensory screws, otherwise the
aeronef would have been hurled into the sea. But she began to spin round on
herself with frightful rapidity. The danger was immense, and perhaps
impossible to escape, for the engineer could not get through the spout which
sucked him back in defiance of his propellers. The men, thrown to the ends of
the deck by centrifugal force, were grasping the rail to save themselves
from being shot off.
"Keep cool!" shouted Robur.
They wanted all their coolness, and their patience, too. Uncle Prudent
and Phil Evans, who had just come out of their cabin, were hurled back at the
risk of flying overboard. As she spun the "Albatross" was carried along by
the spout, which pirouetted along the waves with a speed enough to make the
helices jealous. And if she escaped from the spout she might be caught by
another, and jerked to pieces with the shock.
"Get the gun ready!" said Robur.
The order was given to Tom Turner, who was crouching behind the swivel
amidships where the effect of the centrifugal force was least felt. He
understood. In a moment he had opened the breech and slipped a cartridge from
the ammunition-box at hand. The gun went off, and the waterspouts collapsed,
and with them vanished the platform of cloud they seemed to bear above
"Nothing broken on board?" asked Robur.
"No," answered Tom Turner. "But we don't want to have another game
of humming-top like that!"
For ten minutes or so the "Albatross" had been in extreme peril. Had it
not been for her extraordinary strength of build she would have been
During this passage of the Atlantic many were the hours whose monotony
was unbroken by any phenomenon whatever. The days grew shorter and shorter,
and the cold became keen. Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans saw little of Robur.
Seated in his cabin, the engineer was busy laying out his course and marking
it on his maps, taking his observations whenever he could, recording the
readings of his barometers, thermometers, and chronometers, and making full
entries in his log-book.
The colleagues wrapped themselves well up and eagerly watched for
the sight of land to the southward. At Uncle Prudent's request
Frycollin tried to pump the cook as to whither the engineer was bound, but
what reliance could be placed on the information given by this
Gascon? Sometimes Robur was an ex-minister of the Argentine
Republic, sometimes a lord of the Admiralty, sometimes an ex-President of
the United States, sometimes a Spanish general temporarily
retired, sometimes a Viceroy of the Indies who had sought a more
elevated position in the air. Sometimes he possessed millions, thanks
to successful razzias in the aeronef, and he had been proclaimed
for piracy. Sometimes he had been ruined by making the aeronef, and
had been forced to fly aloft to escape from his creditors. As to
knowing if he were going to stop anywhere, no! But if he thought of going
to the moon, and found there a convenient anchorage, he would
anchor there! "Eh! Fry! My boy! That would just suit you to see what
was going on up there."
"I shall not go! I refuse!" said the Negro, who took all these
"And why, Fry, why? You might get married to some pretty
Frycollin reported this conversation to his master, who saw it
was evident that nothing was to be learnt about Robur. And so he
thought still more of how he could have his revenge on him.
"Phil," said he one day, "is it quite certain that escape
"Be it so! But a man is always his own property; and if necessary,
by sacrificing his life —"
"If we are to make that sacrifice," said Phil Evans, "the sooner
the better. It is almost time to end this. Where is the "Albatross" going?
Here we are flying obliquely over the Atlantic, and if we keep on we shall
get to the coast of Patagonia or Tierra del Fuego. And what are we to do
then? Get into the Pacific, or go to the continent at the South Pole?
Everything is possible with this Robur. We shall be lost in the end. It is
thus a case of legitimate self-defence, and if we must perish—"
"Which we shall not do," answered Uncle Prudent, "without being avenged,
without annihilating this machine and all she carries."
The colleagues had reached a stage of impotent fury, and were prepared
to sacrifice themselves if they could only destroy the inventor and his
secret. A few months only would then be the life of this prodigious aeronef,
of whose superiority in aerial locomotion they had such convincing proofs!
The idea took such hold of them that they thought of nothing else but how to
put it into execution. And how? By seizing on some of the explosives on board
and simply blowing her up. But could they get at the magazines?
Fortunately for them, Frycollin had no suspicion of their scheme. At the
thought of the "Albatross" exploding in midair, he would not have shrunk from
betraying his master.
It was on the 23rd of July that the land reappeared in the
southwest near Cape Virgins at the entrance of the Straits of Magellan.
Under the fifty-second parallel at this time of year the night was
eighteen hours long and the temperature was six below freezing.
At first the "Albatross," instead of keeping on to the south, followed
the windings of the coast as if to enter the Pacific. After passing Lomas
Bay, leaving Mount Gregory to the north and the Brecknocks to the west, they
sighted Puerto Arena, a small Chilean village, at the moment the churchbells
were in full swing; and a few hours later they were over the old settlement
at Port Famine.
If the Patagonians, whose fires could be seen occasionally, were really
above the average in stature, the passengers in the aeronef were unable to
say, for to them they seemed to be dwarfs. But what a magnificent landscape
opened around during these short hours of the southern day! Rugged mountains,
peaks eternally capped with snow, with thick forests rising on their flanks,
inland seas, bays deep set amid the peninsulas, and islands of the
Archipelago. Clarence Island, Dawson Island, and the Land of Desolation,
straits and channels, capes and promontories, all in inextricable confusion,
and bound by the ice in one solid mass from Cape Forward, the most southerly
point of the American continent, to Cape Horn the most southerly point
of the New World.
When she reached Fort Famine the "Albatross" resumed her course to the
south. Passing between Mount Tam on the Brunswick Peninsula and Mount Graves,
she steered for Mount Sarmiento, an enormous peak wrapped in snow, which
commands the Straits of Magellan, rising six thousand four hundred feet from
the sea. And now they were over the land of the Fuegians, Tierra del Fuego,
the land of fire. Six months later, in the height of summer, with days from
fifteen to sixteen hours long, how beautiful and fertile would most of this
country be, particularly in its northern portion! Then, all around would be
seen valleys and pasturages that could form the feeding-grounds
of thousands of animals; then would appear virgin forests,
gigantic trees-birches, beeches, ash-trees, cypresses, tree-ferns—and
broad plains overrun by herds of guanacos, vicunas, and ostriches.
Now there were armies of penguins and myriads of birds; and, when
the "Albatross" turned on her electric lamps the guillemots, ducks,
and geese came crowding on board enough to fill Tapage's larder a
hundred times and more.
Here was work for the cook, who knew how to bring out the flavor of the
game and keep down its peculiar oiliness. And here was work for Frycollin in
plucking dozen after dozen of such interesting feathered friends.
That day, as the sun was setting about three o'clock in the afternoon,
there appeared in sight a large lake framed in a border of superb forest. The
lake was completely frozen over, and a few natives with long snowshoes on
their feet were swiftly gliding over it.
At the sight of the "Albatross," the Fuegians, overwhelmed
with terror—scattered in all directions, and when they could not get away
they hid themselves, taking, like the animals, to the holes in the
The "Albatross" still held her southerly course, crossing the
Beagle Channel, and Navarin Island and Wollaston Island, on the shores
of the Pacific. Then, having accomplished 4,700 miles since she
left Dahomey, she passed the last islands of the Magellanic
archipelago, whose most southerly outpost, lashed by the everlasting surf, is
the terrible Cape Horn.
THE SHIPWRECKED CREW
Next day was the 24th of July; and the 24th of July in the
southern hemisphere corresponds to the 24th of January in the northern.
The fifty-sixth degree of latitude had been left behind. The
similar parallel in northern Europe runs through Edinburgh.
The thermometer kept steadily below freezing, so that the machinery was
called upon to furnish a little artificial heat in the cabins. Although the
days begin to lengthen after the 21st day of June in the southern hemisphere,
yet the advance of the "Albatross" towards the Pole more than neutralized
this increase, and consequently the daylight became very short. There was
thus very little to be seen. At night time the cold became very keen; but as
there was no scarcity of clothing on board, the colleagues, well wrapped up,
remained a good deal on deck thinking over their plans of escape, and
watching for an opportunity. Little was seen of Robur; since the high words
that had been exchanged in the Timbuktu country, the engineer had left
off speaking to his prisoners. Frycollin seldom came out of
the cook-house, where Tapage treated him most hospitably, on
condition that he acted as his assistant. This position was not without
its advantages, and the Negro, with his master's permission,
very willingly accepted. it. Shut up in the galley, he saw nothing of
what was passing outside, and might even consider himself beyond the
reach of danger. He was, in fact, very like the ostrich, not only in
his stomach, but in his folly.
But whither went the "Albatross?" Was she in mid-winter bound for
the southern seas or continents round the Pole? In this icy
atmosphere, even granting that the elements of the batteries were unaffected
by such frost, would not all the crew succumb to a horrible death from the
cold? That Robur should attempt to cross the Pole in the warm season was bad
enough, but to attempt such a thing in the depth of the winter night would be
the act of a madman.
Thus reasoned the President and Secretary of the Weldon Institute, now
they had been brought to the end of the continent of the New World, which is
still America, although it does not belong to the United States.
What was this intractable Robur going to do? Had not the time
arrived for them to end the voyage by blowing up the ship?
It was noticed that during the 24th of July the engineer had
frequent consultations with his mate. He and Tom Turner kept constant watch
on the barometer—not so much to keep themselves informed of the height at
which they were traveling as to be on the look-out for a change in the
weather. Evidently some indications had been observed of which it was
necessary to make careful note.
Uncle Prudent also remarked that Robur had been taking stock of
the provisions and stores, and everything seemed to show that he
was contemplating turning back.
"Turning back!" said Phil Evans. "But where to?"
"Where he can reprovision the ship," said Uncle Prudent.
"That ought to be in some lonely island in the Pacific with a colony of
scoundrels worthy of their chief."
"That is what I think. I fancy he is going west, and with the speed he
can get up it would not take him long to get home."
"But we should not be able to put our plan into execution. If we
get there —"
"We shall not get there!"
The colleagues had partly guessed the engineer's intentions. During the
day it became no longer doubtful that when the "Albatross" reached the
confines of the Antarctic Sea her course was to be changed. When the ice has
formed about Cape Horn the lower regions of the Pacific are covered with
icefields and icebergs. The floes then form an impenetrable barrier to the
strongest ships and the boldest navigators. Of course, by increasing the
speed of her wings the "Albatross" could clear the mountains of ice
accumulated on the ocean as she could the mountains of earth on the polar
continent—if it is a continent that forms the cap of the southern pole. But
would she attempt it in the middle of the polar night, in an atmosphere
of sixty below freezing?
After she had advanced about a hundred miles to the south
the "Albatross" headed westerly, as if for some unknown island of
the Pacific. Beneath her stretched the liquid plain between Asia
and America. The waters now had assumed that singular color which
has earned for them the name of the Milky Sea. In the half shadow,
which the enfeebled rays of the sun were unable to dissipate, the
surface of the Pacific was a milky white. It seemed like a vast
snowfield, whose undulations were imperceptible at such a height. If the sea
had been solidified by the cold, and converted into an immense
icefield, its aspect could not have been much different. They knew that
the phenomenon was produced by myriads of luminous particles
of phosphorescent corpuscles; but it was surprising to come across such an
opalescent mass beyond the limits of the Indian Ocean.
Suddenly the barometer fell after keeping somewhat high during
the earlier hours of the day. Evidently the indications were such as
a shipmaster might feel anxious at, though the master of an aeronef might
despise them. There was every sign that a terrible storm had recently raged
in the Pacific.
It was one o'clock in the afternoon when Tom Turner came up to
the engineer and said, "Do you see that black spot on the horizon,
sir— there away to due north of us? That is not a rock?"
"No, Tom; there is no land out there."
"Then it must be a ship or a boat."
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, who were in the bow, looked in
the direction pointed out by the mate.
Robur asked for the glass and attentively observed the object.
"It is a boat," said he, "and there are some men in it."
"Shipwrecked?" asked Tom.
"Yes! They have had to abandon their ship, and, knowing nothing of the
nearest land, are perhaps dying of hunger and thirst! Well, it shall not be
said that the "Albatross" did not come to their help!"
The orders were given, and the aeronef began to sink towards the sea. At
three hundred yards from it the descent was stopped, and the propellers drove
ahead full speed towards the north.
It was a boat. Her sail flapped against the mast as she rose and fell on
the waves. There was no wind, and she was making no progress. Doubtless there
was no one on board with strength enough left to work the oars. In the boat
were five men asleep or helpless, if they were not dead.
The "Albatross" had arrived above them, and slowly descended. On
the boat's stern was the name of the ship to which she
belonged—the "Jeannette" of Nantes.
"Hallo, there!" shouted Turner, loud enough for the men to hear, for the
boat was only eighty feet below him.
There was no answer. "Fire a gun!" said Robur.
The gun was fired and the report rang out over the sea.
One of the men looked up feebly. His eyes were haggard and his face was
that of a skeleton. As he caught sight of the "Albatross" he made a gesture
as of fear.
"Don't be afraid," said Robur in French, "we have come to help you. Who
"We belong to the barque "Jeannette," and I am the mate. We left her a
fortnight ago as she was sinking. We have no water and no food."
The four other men had now sat up. Wan and exhausted, in a
terrible state of emaciation, they lifted their hands towards the
"Look-out!" shouted Robur.
A line was let down, and a pail of fresh water was lowered into
the boat. The men snatched at it and drank it with an eagerness awful
"Bread, bread!" they exclaimed.
Immediately a basket with some food and five pints of coffee descended
towards them. The mate with difficulty restrained them in their
"Where are we?" asked the mate at last.
"Fifty miles from the Chili coast and the Chonos Archipelago," answered
"Thanks. But we are becalmed, and—?"
"We are going to tow you."
"Who are you?"
"People who are glad to be of assistance to you," said Robur.
The mate understood that the incognito was to be respected. But had the
flying machine sufficient power to tow them through the water?
Yes; and the boat, attached to a hundred feet of rope, began to move off
towards the east. At ten o'clock at night the land was sighted— or rather
they could see the lights which indicated its position. This rescue from the
sky had come just in time for the survivors of the "Jeannette," and they had
good reason to believe it miraculous.
When they had been taken to the mouth of the channel leading among the
Chonos Islands, Robur shouted to them to cast off the tow-line. This, with
many a blessing to those who had saved them, they did, and the "Albatross"
headed out to the offing.
Certainly there was some good in this aeronef, which could thus
help those who were lost at sea! What balloon, perfect as it might
be, would be able to perform such a service? And between themselves
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans could not but admire it, although they
were quite disposed to deny the evidence of their senses.
OVER THE VOLCANO
The sea was as rough as ever, and the symptoms became alarming.
The barometer fell several millimeters. The wind came in violent
gusts, and then for a moment or so failed altogether. Under
such circumstances a sailing vessel would have had to reef in her
topsails and her foresail. Everything showed that the wind was rising in
the northwest. The storm-glass became much troubled and its movements were
At one o'clock in the morning the wind came on again with
extreme violence. Although the aeronef was going right in its teeth she
was still making progress at a rate of from twelve to fifteen miles
an hour. But that was the utmost she could do.
Evidently preparations must be made for a cyclone, a very
rare occurrence in these latitudes. Whether it be called a hurricane,
as in the Atlantic, a typhoon, as in Chinese waters a simoom, as in
the Sahara, or a tornado, as on the western coast, such a storm is
always a gyratory one, and most dangerous for any ship caught in the
current which increases from the circumference to the center, and has
only one spot of calm, the middle of the vortex.
Robur knew this. He also knew it was best to escape from the cyclone and
get beyond its zone of attraction by ascending to the higher strata. Up to
then he had always succeeded in doing this, but now he had not an hour,
perhaps not a minute, to lose.
In fact the violence of the wind sensibly increased. The crests of the
waves were swept off as they rose and blown into white dust on the surface of
the sea. It was manifest that the cyclone was advancing with fearful velocity
straight towards the regions of the pole.
"Higher!" said Robur.
"Higher it is," said Tom Turner.
An extreme ascensional power was communicated to the aeronef, and
she shot up slantingly as if she was traveling on a plane
sloping downwards from the southwest. Suddenly the barometer fell more than
a dozen millimeters and the "Albatross" paused in her ascent.
What was the cause of the stoppage? Evidently she was pulled back by the
air; some formidable current had diminished the resistance to the screws.
When a steamer travels upstream more work is got out of her screw than when
the water is running between the blades. The recoil is then considerable, and
may perhaps be as great as the current. It was thus with the "Albatross" at
But Robur was not the man to give in. His seventy-four screws, working
perfectly together, were driven at their maximum speed. But the aeronef could
not escape; the attraction of the cyclone was irresistible. During the few
moments of calm she began to ascend, but the heavy pull soon drew her back,
and she sunk like a ship as she founders.
Evidently if the violence of the cyclone went on increasing
the "Albatross" would be but as a straw caught in one of those
whirlwinds that root up the trees, carry off roofs, and blow down
Robur and Tom could only speak by signs. Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans clung to the rail and wondered if the cyclone was not playing
their game in destroying the aeronef and with her the inventor—and
with the inventor the secret of his invention.
But if the "Albatross" could not get out of the cyclone vertically could
she not do something else? Could she not gain the center, where it was
comparatively calm, and where they would have more control over her? Quite
so, but to do this she would have to break through the circular currents
which were sweeping her round with them. Had she sufficient mechanical power
to escape through them?
Suddenly the upper part of the cloud fell in. The vapor condensed
in torrents of rain. It was two o'clock in the morning. The
barometer, oscillating over a range of twelve millimeters, had now fallen
to 27.91, and from this something should be taken on account of the height
of the aeronef above the level of the sea.
Strange to say, the cyclone was out of the zone to which such storms are
generally restricted, such zone being bounded by the thirtieth parallel of
north latitude and the twenty-sixth parallel of south latitude. This may
perhaps explain why the eddying storm suddenly turned into a straight one.
But what a hurricane! The tempest in Connecticut on the 22nd of March, 1882,
could only have been compared to it, and the speed of that was more than
three hundred miles an hour.
The "Albatross" had thus to fly before the wind or rather she had to be
left to be driven by the current, from which she could neither mount nor
escape. But in following this unchanging trajectory she was bearing due
south, towards those polar regions which Robur had endeavored to avoid. And
now he was no longer master of her course; she would go where the hurricane
Tom Turner was at the helm, and it required all his skill to keep
her straight. In the first hours of the morning—if we can so call
the vague tint which began to rise over the horizon—the "Albatross"
was fifteen degrees below Cape Horn; twelve hundred miles more and
she would cross the antarctic circle. Where she was, in this month
of July, the night lasted nineteen hours and a half. The sun's
disk— without warmth, without light—only appeared above the horizon
to disappear almost immediately. At the pole the night lengthened into one
of a hundred and seventy-nine hours. Everything showed that the "Albatross"
was about to plunge into an abyss.
During the day an observation, had it been possible, would have given 66
degrees 40' south latitude. The aeronef was within fourteen hundred miles of
Irresistibly was she drawn towards this inaccessible corner of
the globe, her speed eating up, so to speak, her weight, although
she weighed less than before, owing to the flattening of the earth at
the pole. It seemed as though she could have dispensed altogether with her
suspensory screws. And soon the fury of the storm reached such a height that
Robur thought it best to reduce the speed of her helices as much as possible,
so as to avoid disaster. And only enough speed was given to keep the aeronef
under control of the rudder.
Amid these dangers the engineer retained his imperturbable coolness, and
the crew obeyed him as if their leader's mind had entered into them. Uncle
Prudent and Phil Evans had not for a moment left the deck; they could remain
without being disturbed. The air made but slight resistance. The aeronef was
like an aerostat, which drifts with the fluid masses in which it is
Is the domain of the southern pole a continent or an archipelago? Or is
it a palaeocrystic sea, whose ice melts not even during the long summer? We
know not. But what we do know is that the southern pole is colder than the
northern one—a phenomenon due to the position of the earth in its orbit
during winter in the antarctic regions.
During this day there was nothing to show that the storm was abating. It
was by the seventy-fifth meridian to the west that the "Albatross" crossed
into the circumpolar region. By what meridian would she come out—if she ever
As she descended more to the south the length of the day
diminished. Before long she would be plunged in that continuous night which
is illuminated only by the rays of the moon or the pale streamers of
the aurora. But the moon was then new, and the companions of Robur
might see nothing of the regions whose secret has hitherto defied
human curiosity, There was not much inconvenience on board from the
cold, for the temperature, was not nearly so low as was expected.
It seemed as though the hurricane was a sort of Gulf Stream, carrying a
certain amount of heat along with it.
Great was the regret that the whole region was in such
profound obscurity. Even if the moon had been in full glory but
few observations could have been made. At this season of the year
an immense curtain of snow, an icy carapace, covers up the polar surface.
There was none of that ice "blink" to be seen, that whitish tint of which the
reflection is absent from dark horizons. Under such circumstances, how could
they distinguish the shape of the ground, the extent of the seas, the
position of the islands? How could they recognize the hydrographic network of
the country or the orographic configuration, and distinguish the hills and
mountains from the icebergs and floes?
A little after midnight an aurora illuminated the darkness. With
its silver fringes and spangles radiating over space, it seemed like
a huge fan open over half the sky. Its farthest electric effluences were
lost in the Southern Cross, whose four bright stars were gleaming overhead.
The phenomenon was one of incomparable magnificence, and the light showed the
face of the country as a confused mass of white.
It need not be said that they had approached so near to the pole
that the compass was constantly affected, and gave no precise
indication of the course pursued. Its inclination was such that at one
time Robur felt certain they were passing over the magnetic
pole discovered by Sir James Ross. And an hour later, in calculating
the angle the needle made with the vertical, he exclaimed: "the South Pole
is beneath us!"
A white cap appeared, but nothing could be seen of what it bid under its
A few minutes afterwards the aurora died away, and the point where all
the world's meridians cross is still to be discovered.
If Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans wished to bury in the most
mysterious solitudes the aeronef and all she bore, the moment was propitious.
If they did not do so it was doubtless because the explosive they required
was still denied to them.
The hurricane still raged and swept along with such rapidity that had a
mountain been met with the aeronef would have been dashed to pieces like a
ship on a lee shore. Not only had the power gone to steer her horizontally,
but the control of her elevation had also vanished.
And it was not unlikely that mountains did exist in these
antarctic lands. Any instant a shock might happen which would destroy
the "Albatross." Such a catastrophe became more probable as the
wind shifted more to the east after they passed the prime meridian.
Two luminous points then showed themselves ahead of the "Albatross." There
were the two volcanos of the Ross Mountains—Erebus and Terror. Was the
"Albatross" to be shriveled up in their flames like a gigantic
An hour of intense excitement followed. One of the volcanoes,
Erebus, seemed to be rushing at the aeronef, which could not move from
the bed of the hurricane. The cloud of flame grew as they neared it.
A network of fire barred their road. A brilliant light shone round
over all. The figures on board stood out in the bright light as if
come from another world. Motionless, without a sound or a gesture,
they waited for the terrible moment when the furnace would wrap them
in its fires.
But the storm that bore the "Albatross" saved them from such a fearful
fate. The flames of Erebus were blown down by the hurricane as it passed, and
the "Albatross" flew over unhurt. She swept through a hail of ejected
material, which was fortunately kept at bay by the centrifugal action of the
suspensory screws. And she harmlessly passed over the crater while it was in
An hour afterwards the horizon hid from their view the two
colossal torches which light the confines of the world during the long
At two o'clock in the morning Balleny Island was sighted on the coast of
Discovery Land, though it could not be recognized owing to its being bound to
the mainland by a cement of ice.
And the "Albatross" emerged from the polar circle on the hundred
and seventy-fifth meridian. The hurricane had carried her over
the icebergs and icefloes, against which she was in danger of being dashed
a hundred times or more. She was not in the hands of the helmsman, but in the
hand of God—and God is a good pilot.
The aeronef sped along to the north, and at the sixtieth parallel
the storm showed signs of dying away. Its violence sensibly
diminished. The "Albatross" began to come under control again. And, what was
a great comfort, had again entered the lighted regions of the globe; and
the day reappeared about eight o'clock in the morning.
Robur had been carried by the storm into the Pacific over the
polar region, accomplishing four thousand three hundred and fifty miles
in nineteen hours, or about three miles a minute, a speed almost
double that which the "Albatross" was equal to with her propellers
under ordinary circumstances. But he did not know where he then was
owing to the disturbance of the needle in the neighborhood of the
magnetic pole, and he would have to wait till the sun shone out
under convenient conditions for observation. Unfortunately, heavy
clouds covered the sky all that day and the sun did not appear.
This was a disappointment more keenly felt as both propelling screws had
sustained damage during the tempest. Robur, much disconcerted at this
accident, could only advance at a moderate speed during this day, and when he
passed over the antipodes of Paris was only going about eighteen miles an
hour. It was necessary not to aggravate the damage to the screws, for if the
propellers were rendered useless the situation of the aeronef above the vast
seas of the Pacific would be a very awkward one. And the engineer began to
consider if he could not effect his repairs on the spot, so as to make sure
of continuing his voyage.
In the morning of the 27th of July, about seven o'clock, land
was sighted to the north. It was soon seen to be an island. But
which island was it of the thousands that dot the Pacific? However,
Robur decided to stop at it without landing. He thought, that he
could repair damages during the day and start in the evening.
The wind had died away completely and this was a favorable circumstance
for the maneuver he desired to execute. At least, if she did not remain
stationary the "Albatross" would be carried he knew not where.
A cable one hundred and fifty feet long with an anchor at the end
was dropped overboard. When the aeronef reached the shore of the
island the anchor dragged up the first few rocks and then got firmly
fixed between two large blocks. The cable then stretched to full
length under the influence of the suspensory screws, and the
"Albatross" remained motionless, riding like a ship in a roadstead.
It was the first time she had been fastened to the earth since she left
ANCHORED AT LAST
When the "Albatross" was high in the air the island could be seen
to be of moderate size. But on what parallel was it situated?
What meridian ran through it? Was it an island in the Pacific,
in Australasia, or in the Indian Ocean? When the sun appeared, and
Robur had taken his observations, they would know; but although they
could not trust to the indications of the compass there was reason to
think they were in the Pacific.
At this height—one hundred and, fifty feet—the island which measured
about fifteen miles round, was like a three-pointed star in the sea.
Off the southwest point was an islet and a range of rocks. On the shore
there were no tide-marks, and this tended to confirm Robur in his opinion as
to his position for the ebb and flow are almost imperceptible in the
At the northwest point there was a conical mountain about two
hundred feet high.
No natives were to be seen, but they might be on the opposite coast. In
any case, if they had perceived the aeronef, terror had made them either hide
themselves or run away. The "Albatross" had anchored on the southwest point
of the island. Not far off, down a little creek, a small river flowed in
among the rocks. Beyond were several winding valleys; trees of different
kinds; and birds—partridges and bustards—in great numbers. If the island
was not inhabited it was habitable. Robur might surely have landed on it; if
he had not done so it was probably because the ground was uneven and did not
offer a convenient spot to beach the aeronef.
While he was waiting for the sun the engineer began the repairs
he reckoned on completing before the day was over. The suspensory
screws were undamaged and had worked admirably amid all the violence of
the storm, which, as we have said, had considerably lightened their
work. At this moment half of them were in action, enough to keep
the "Albatross" fixed to the shore by the taut cable. But the
two propellers had suffered, and more than Robur had thought. Their blades
would have to be adjusted and the gearing seen to by which they received
their rotatory movement.
It was the screw at the bow which was first attacked under
Robur's superintendence. It was the best to commence with, in case
the "Albatross" had to leave before the work was finished. With only
this propeller he could easily keep a proper course.
Meanwhile Uncle Prudent and his colleague, after walking about the deck,
had sat down aft. Frycollin was strangely reassured. What a difference! To be
suspended only one hundred and fifty feet from the ground!
The work was only interrupted for a moment while the elevation of
the sun above the horizon allowed Robur to take an horary angle, so
that at the time of its culmination he could calculate his position.
The result of the observation, taken with the greatest exactitude, was
Longitude, 176 degrees 10'
west. Latitude, 44 degrees 25'
This point on the map answered to the position of the Chatham Islands,
and particularly of Pitt Island, one of the group.
"That is nearer than I supposed," said Robur to Tom Turner.
"How far off are we?"
"Forty-six degrees south of X Island, or two thousand eight
"All the more reason to get our propellers into order," said the mate.
"We may have the wind against us this passage, and with the little stores we
have left we ought to get to X as soon as possible."
"Yes, Tom, and I hope to get under way tonight, even if I go with
one screw, and put the other to-rights on the voyage."
"Mr. Robur," said Tom "What is to be done with those two gentlemen and
"Do you think they would complain if they became colonists of
But where was this X? It was an island lost in the immensity of
the Pacific Ocean between the Equator and the Tropic of Cancer—an island
most appropriately named by Robur in this algebraic fashion. It was in the
north of the South Pacific, a long way out of the route of inter-oceanic
communication. There it was that Robur had founded his little colony, and
there the "Albatross" rested when tired with her flight. There she was
provisioned for all her voyages. In X Island, Robur, a man of immense wealth,
had established a shipyard in which he built his aeronef. There he could
repair it, and even rebuild it. In his warehouses were materials and
provisions of all sorts stored for the fifty inhabitants who lived on the
When Robur had doubled Cape Horn a few days before his intention
had been to regain X Island by crossing the Pacific obliquely. But
the cyclone had seized the "Albatross," and the hurricane had carried
her away to the south. In fact, he had been brought back to much the
same latitude as before, and if his propellers had not been damaged
the delay would have been of no importance.
His object was therefore to get back to X Island, but as the mate
had said, the voyage would be a long one, and the winds would probably
be against them. The mechanical power of the "Albatross" was,
however, quite equal to taking her to her destination, and under
ordinary circumstances she would be there in three or four days.
Hence Robur's resolve to anchor on the Chatham Islands. There was every
opportunity for repairing at least the fore-screw. He had no fear that if the
wind were to rise he would be driven to the south instead of to the north.
When night came the repairs would be finished, and he would have to maneuver
so as to weigh anchor. If it were too firmly fixed in the rocks he could cut
the cable and resume his flight towards the equator.
The crew of the "Albatross," knowing there was no time to lose, set to
While they were busy in the bow of the aeronef, Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans held a little conversation together which had exceptionally important
"Phil Evans," said Uncle Prudent, "you have resolved, as I have,
to sacrifice your life?"
"Yes, like you."
"It is evident that we can expect nothing from Robur."
"Well, Phil Evans, I have made up my mind. If the "Albatross"
leaves this place tonight, the night will not pass without our
having accomplished our task. We will smash the wings of this bird
of Robur's! This night I will blow it into the air!"
"The sooner the better," said Phil Evans.
It will be seen that the two colleagues were agreed on all points even
in accepting with indifference the frightful death in store for them. "Have
you all you want?" asked Evans.
"Yes. Last night, while Robur and his people had enough to do to
look after the safety of the ship, I slipped into the magazine and
got hold of a dynamite cartridge."
"Let us set to work, Uncle Prudent."
"No. Wait till tonight. When the night comes we will go into our cabin,
and you shall see something that will surprise you."
At six o'clock the colleagues dined together as usual. Two
hours afterwards they retired to their cabin like men who wished to make
up for a sleepless night.
Neither Robur nor any of his companions had a suspicion Of
the catastrophe that threatened the "Albatross."
This was Uncle Prudent's plan. As he had said, he had stolen into
the magazine, and there had possessed himself of some powder and cartridge
like those used by Robur in Dahomey. Returning to his cabin, he had carefully
concealed the cartridge with which he had resolved to blow up the "Albatross"
Phil Evans, screened by his companion, was now examining the
infernal machine, which was a metallic canister containing about two pounds
of dynamite, enough to shatter the aeronef to atoms. If the explosion did
not destroy her at once, it would do so in her fall. Nothing was easier than
to place this cartridge in a corner of the cabin, so that it would blow in
the deck and tear away the framework of the hull.
But to obtain the explosion it was necessary to adjust the fulminating
cap with which the cartridge was fitted. This was the most delicate part of
the operation, for the explosion would have to be carefully timed, so as not
to occur too soon or too late.
Uncle Prudent had carefully thought over the matter. His
conclusions were as follows. As soon as the fore propeller was repaired
the aeronef would resume her course to the north, and that done Robur
and his crew would probably come aft to put the other screw into
order. The presence of these people about the cabin might interfere with
his plans, and so he had resolved to make a slow match do duty as
"When I got the cartridge," said he to Phil Evans, "I took
some gunpowder as well. With the powder I will make a fuse that will
take some time to burn, and which will lead into the fulminate. My idea
is to light it about midnight, so that the explosion will take place about
three or four o'clock in the morning."
"Well planned!" said Phil Evans.
The colleagues, as we see had arrived at such a stage as to look
with the greatest nonchalance on the awful destruction in which they
were about to perish. Their hatred against Robur and his people had
so increased that they would sacrifice their own lives to destroy
the "Albatross" and all she bore. The act was that of madmen, it
was horrible; but at such a pitch had they arrived after five weeks
of anger that could not vent itself, of rage that could not he
And Frycollin?" asked Phil Evans, "have we the right to dispose of his
"We shall sacrifice ours as well!" said Uncle Prudent. But it
is doubtful if Frycollin would have thought the reason sufficient.
Immediately Uncle Prudent set to work, while Evans kept watch in
the neighborhood of the cabin. The crew were all at work forward.
There was no fear of being surprised. Uncle Prudent began by rubbing
a small quantity of the powder very fine; and then, having
slightly moistened it, he wrapped it up in a piece of rag in the shape of
a match. When it was lighted he calculated it would burn about an inch in
five minutes, or a yard in three hours. The match was tried and found to
answer, and was then wound round with string and attached to the cap of the
cartridge. Uncle Prudent had all finished about ten o'clock in the evening
without having excited the least suspicion.
During the day the work on the fore screw had been actively carried on,
but it had had to be taken on board to adjust the twisted blades. Of the
piles and accumulators and the machinery that drove the ship nothing was
When night fell Robur and his men knocked off work. The fore propeller
not been got into place, and to finish it would take another three hours.
After some conversation with Tom Turner it was decided to give the crew a
rest, and postpone what required to be done to the next morning.
The final adjustment was a matter of extreme nicety, and the
electric lamps did not give so suitable a light for such work as the
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans were not aware of this. They had understood
that the screw would be in place during the night, and that the "Albatross"
would be on her way to the north.
The night was dark and moonless. Heavy clouds made the darkness deeper.
A light breeze began to rise. A few puffs came from the southwest, but they
had no effect on the "Albatross." She remained motionless at her anchor, and
the cable stretched vertically downward to the ground.
Uncle Prudent and his colleague, imagining they were under way
again, sat shut up in their cabin, exchanging but a few words, and
listening to the f-r-r-r-r of the suspensory screws, which drowned every
other sound on board. They were waiting till the time of action
A little before midnight Uncle Prudent said, "It is time!" Under
the berths in the cabin was a sliding box, forming a small locker, and
in this locker Uncle Prudent put the dynamite and the slow-match. In this
way the match would burn without betraying itself by its smoke or
spluttering. Uncle Prudent lighted the end and pushed back the box under the
berth with "Now let us go aft, and wait."
They then went out, and were astonished not to find the steersman at his
Phil Evans leant out over the rail.
"The "Albatross" is where she was," said he in a low voice. "The work is
not finished. They have not started!"
Uncle Prudent made a gesture of disappointment. "We shall have to
put out the match," said he.
"No," said Phil Evans, "we must escape!"
"Yes! down the cable! Fifty yards is nothing!"
"Nothing, of course, Phil Evans, and we should be fools not to take the
chance now it has come."
But first they went back to the cabin and took away all they
could carry, with a view to a more or less prolonged stay on the
Chatham Islands. Then they shut the door and noiselessly crept
forward, intending to wake Frycollin and take him with them.
The darkness was intense. The clouds were racing up from the southwest,
and the aeronef was tugging at her anchor and thus throwing the cable more
and more out of the vertical. There would be no difficulty in slipping down
The colleagues made their way along the deck, stopping in the shadow of
the deckhouses to listen if there was any sound. The silence was unbroken. No
light shone from the portholes. The aeronef was not only silent; she was
Uncle Prudent was close to Frycollin's cabin when Phil Evans
stopped him. "The look-out!" he said.
A man was crouching near the deck-house. He was only half asleep.
All flight would be impossible if he were to give the alarm. Close by were
a few ropes, and pieces of rag and waste used in the work at the screw.
An instant afterwards the man was gagged and blindfolded and lashed to
the rail unable to utter a sound or move an inch. This was done almost
without a whisper.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans listened. Ali was silent within the cabins.
Every one on board was asleep. They reached Frycollin's cabin. Tapage was
snoring away in a style worthy of his name, and that promised well.
To his great surprise, Uncle Prudent had not even to push
Frycollin's door. It was open. He stepped into the doorway and looked
around. "Nobody here!" he said.
"Nobody! Where can he be?" asked Phil Evans.
They went into the bow, thinking Frycollin might perhaps be asleep
in the corner. Still they found nobody.
"Has the fellow got the start of us?" asked Uncle Prudent.
"Whether he has or not," said Phil Evans, "we can't wait any
longer. Down you go."
Without hesitation the fugitives one after the other clambered over the
side and, seizing the cable with hands and feet slipped down it safe and
sound to the ground.
Think of their joy at again treading the earth they had lost for
so long—at walking on solid ground and being no longer the playthings of
They were staring up the creek to the interior of the island
when suddenly a form rose in front of them. It was Frycollin. The
Negro had had the same idea as his master and the audacity to start
without telling him. But there was no time for recriminations, and
Uncle Prudent was in search of a refuge in some distant part of the
island when Phil Evans stopped him.
"Uncle Prudent," said he. "Here we are safe from Robur. He is
doomed like his companions to a terrible death. He deserves it, we know.
But if he would swear on his honor not to take us prisoners again —"
"The honor of such a man —"
Uncle Prudent did not finish his sentence.
There was a noise on the "Albatross." Evidently, the alarm had
been given. The escape was discovered.
"Help! Help!" shouted somebody. It was the look-out man, who had got rid
of his gag. Hurried footsteps were heard on deck. Almost immediately the
electric lamps shot beams over a large circle.
"There they are! There they are!" shouted Tom Turner. The fugitives were
At the same instant an order was given by Robur, and the
suspensory screws being slowed, the cable was hauled in on board, and
the "Albatross" sank towards the ground.
At this moment the voice of Phil Evans was heard shouting,
"Engineer Robur, will you give us your word of honor to leave us free on
"Never!" said Robur. And the reply was followed by the report of a gun,
and the bullet grazed Phil's shoulder.
"Ah! The brutes!" said Uncle Prudent. Knife in hand, he rushed towards
the rocks where the anchor had fixed itself. The aeronef was not more than
fifty feet from the ground.
In a few seconds the cable was cut, and the breeze, which had increased
considerably, striking the "Albatross" on the quarter, carried her out over
THE WRECK OF THE ALBATROSS
It was then twenty minutes after midnight. Five or six shots had
been fired from the aeronef. Uncle Prudent and Frycollin, supporting
Phil Evans, had taken shelter among the rocks. They had not been hit.
For the moment there was nothing to fear.
As the "Albatross" drifted off from Pitt Island she rose obliquely
to nearly three thousand feet. It was necessary to increase
the ascensional power to prevent her falling into the sea.
When the look-out man had got clear of his gag and shouted, Robur
and Tom Turner had rushed up to him and torn off his bandage. The mate had
then run back to the stern cabin. It was empty! Tapage had searched
Frycollin's cabin, and that also was empty.
When he saw that the prisoners had escaped, Robur was seized with
a paroxysm of anger. The escape meant the revelation of his secret to the
world. He had not been much concerned at the document thrown overboard while
they were crossing Europe, for there were so many chances that it would be
lost in its fall; but now!
As he grew calm, "They have escaped," said he. "Be it so! But
they cannot get away from Pitt Island, and in a day or so I will go
back! I will recapture them! And then —"
In fact, the safety of the three fugitives was by no means assured. The
"Albatross" would be repaired, and return well in hand. Before the day was
out they might again be in the power of the engineer.
Before the day was out! But in two hours the "Albatross" would
be annihilated! The dynamite cartridge was like a torpedo fastened to her
hull, and would accomplish her destruction in mid-air. The breeze freshened,
and the aeronef was carried to the northeast. Although her speed was but
moderate, she would be out of sight of the Chatham Islands before sunrise. To
return against the wind she must have her propellers going, particularly the
one in the bow.
"Tom," said the engineer, "Turn the lights full on."
"And all hands to work."
There was no longer any idea of putting off the work till
tomorrow. There was now no thought of fatigue. Not one of the men of
the "Albatross" failed to share in the feelings of his chief. Not one
but was ready to do anything to recapture the fugitives!
As soon as the screw was in place they would return to the island
and drop another anchor, and give chase to the fugitives. Then only
would they begin repairing the stern-screw; and then the aeronef
could resume her voyage across the Pacific to X Island.
It was important, above all things, that the "Albatross" should not be
carried too far to the northeast, but unfortunately the breeze grew stronger,
and she could not head against it, or even remain stationary. Deprived of her
propellers she was an unguidable balloon. The fugitives on the shore knew
that she would have disappeared before the explosion blew her to
Robur felt much disappointment at seeing his plans so interfered with.
Would it not take him much longer than he thought to get back to his old
While the work at the screw was actively pushed on, he resolved
to descend to the surface of the sea, in the hope that the wind
would there be lighter. Perhaps the "Albatross" would be able to remain
in the neighborhood until she was again fit to work to windward.
The maneuver was instantly executed. If a passing ship had sighted the
aerial machine as she sank through the air, with her electric lights in full
blaze, with what terror would she have been seized!
When the "Albatross" was a few hundred feet from the waves she stopped.
Unfortunately Robur found that the breeze was stronger here than above, and
the aeronef drifted off more rapidly. He risked being blown a long, way off
to the northeast, and that would delay his return to Pitt Island. In short,
after several experiments, he found it better to keep his ship well up in the
air, and the "Albatross" went aloft to about ten thousand feet. There, if she
did not remain stationary, the drifting was very slight. The engineer could
thus hope that by sunrise at such an altitude he would still be in
sight of the island.
Robur did not trouble himself about the reception the fugitives
might have received from the natives—if there were any natives. That
they might help them mattered little to him. With the powers of
offense possessed by the "Albatross" they would be promptly terrified
and dispersed. The capture of the prisoners was certain, and once he
had them again, "They will not escape from X Island!"
About one o'clock in the morning the fore-screw was finished, and
all that had to be done was to get it back to its place. This would
take about an hour. That done, the "Albatross" would be headed
southwest and the stern-screw could be taken in hand.
And how about the match that was burning in the deserted cabin?
The match of which more than a third was now consumed? And the spark
that was creeping along to the dynamite?
Assuredly if the men of the aeronef had not been so busy one of
them would have heard the feeble sputtering that, was going on in
the deck-house. Perhaps he would have smelt the burning powder! He
would doubtless have become uneasy! And told Tom Turner! And then
they would have looked about, and found the box and the infernal
machine; and then there would have been time to save this
wonderful "Albatross" and all she bore!
But the men were at work in the bow, twenty yards away from the cabin.
Nothing brought them to that part of the deck; nothing called off their
attention from their work. Robur was there working with his hands, excellent
mechanic as he was. He hurried on the work, but nothing was neglected,
everything was carefully done. Was it not necessary that he should again
become absolute master of his invention? If he did not recapture the
fugitives they would get away home. They would begin inquiring into matters.
They might even discover X Island, and there would be an end to this life,
which the men of the "Albatross" had created for themselves, a life that
seemed superhuman and sublime.
Tom Turner came up to the engineer. It was a quarter past one. "It seems
to me, sir, that the breeze is falling, and going round to the west."
"What does the barometer say?" asked Robur, after looking up at
"It is almost stationary, and the clouds seem gathering below us."
"So they are, and it may be raining down at the sea; but if we
keep above the rain it makes no difference to us. It will not
interfere with the work."
"If it is raining it is not a heavy rain," said Tom. "The clouds do not
look like it, and probably the wind has dropped altogether."
"Perhaps so, but I think we had better not go down yet. Let us get into
going order as soon as we can, and then we can do as we like."
At a few minutes after two the first part of the work was finished. The
fore-screw was in its place, and the power was turned on. The speed was
gradually increased, and the "Albatross," heading to the southwest, returned
at moderate speed towards the Chatham Islands.
"Tom," said Robur, "It is about two hours and a half since we
got adrift. The wind has not changed all the time. I think we ought to
be over the island in an hour."
"Yes, sir. We are going about forty feet a second. We ought, to be there
about half-past three."
"All the better. It would suit us best to get back while it is dark, and
even beach the "Albatross" if we can. Those fellows will fancy we are a long
way off to the northward, and never think of keeping a look-out. If we have
to stop a day or two on the island —"
"We'll stop, and if we have to fight an army of natives?"
"We'll fight," said Robur. "We'll fight then for our "Albatross.""
The engineer went forward to the men, who were waiting for orders. "My
lads," he said to them, "we cannot knock off yet. We must work till day
They were all ready to do so. The stern-screw had now to be treated as
the other had been. The damage was the same, a twisting from the violence of
the hurricane during the passage across the southern pole.
But to get the screw on board it seemed best to stop the progress of the
aeronef for a few minutes, and even to drive her backwards. The engines were
reversed. The aeronef began to fall astern, when Tom Turner was surprised by
a peculiar odor.
This was from the gas given off by the match, which had accumulated in
the box, and was now escaping from the cabin. "Hallo!" said the mate, with a
"What is the matter?" asked Robur.
"Don't you smell something? Isn't it burning powder?"
"So it is, Tom."
"And it comes from that cabin."
Yes, the very cabin —"
"Have those scoundrels set it on fire?"
"Suppose it is something else!" exclaimed Robur. "Force the door, Tom;
drive in the door!"
But the mate had not made one step towards it when a fearful explosion
shook the "Albatross." The cabins flew into splinters. The lamps went out.
The electric current suddenly failed. The darkness was complete. Most of the
suspensory screws were twisted or broken, but a few in the bow still
At the same instant the hull of the aeronef opened just behind the first
deck-house, where the engines for the fore-screw were placed; and the
after-part of the deck collapsed in space.
Immediately the last suspensory screw stopped spinning, and
the "Albatross" dropped into the abyss.
It was a fall of ten thousand feet for the eight men who were clinging
to the wreck; and the fall was even faster than it might have been, for the
fore propeller was vertical in the air and still working!
It was then that Robur, with extraordinary coolness, climbed up to the
broken deck-house, and seizing the lever reversed the rotation, so that the
propeller became a suspender. The fall continued, but it was checked, and the
wreck did not fall with the accelerating swiftness of bodies influenced
solely by gravitation; and if it was death to the survivors of the
"Albatross" from their being hurled into the sea, it was not death by
asphyxia amid air which the rapidity of descent rendered unbreathable.
Eighty seconds after the explosion, all that remained of the "Albatross"
plunged into the waves!
THE INSTITUTE AGAIN
Some weeks before, on the 13th of June, on the morning after
the sitting during which the Weldon Institute had been given over to
such stormy discussions, the excitement of all classes of the
Philadelphia population, black or white, had been much easier to imagine than
From a very early hour conversation was entirely occupied with
the unexpected and scandalous incident of the night before. A
stranger calling himself an engineer, and answering to the name of Robur,
a person of unknown origin, of anonymous nationality, had
unexpectedly presented himself in the club-room, insulted the balloonists,
made fun of the aeronauts, boasted of the marvels of machines heavier
than air, and raised a frightful tumult by the remarks with which
he greeted the menaces of his adversaries. After leaving the desk, amid a
volley of revolver shots, he had disappeared, and in spite of every endeavor,
no trace could be found of him.
Assuredly here was enough to exercise every tongue and excite
every imagination. But by how much was this excitement increased when
in the evening of the 13th of June it was found that neither the president
nor secretary of the Weldon Institute had returned to their homes! Was it by
chance only that they were absent? No, or at least there was nothing to lead
people to think so. It had even been agreed that in the morning they would be
back at the club, one as president, the other as secretary, to take their
places during a discussion on the events of the preceding evening.
And not only was there the complete disappearance of these
two considerable personages in the state of Pennsylvania, but there was no
news of the valet Frycollin. He was as undiscoverable as his master. Never
had a Negro since Toussaint L'Ouverture, Soulouque, or Dessaline had so much
talked about him.
The next day there was no news. Neither the colleagues nor Frycollin had
been found. The anxiety became serious. Agitation commenced. A numerous crowd
besieged the post and telegraph offices in case any news should be received.
There was no news.
And they had been seen coming out of the Weldon Institute loudly talking
together, and with Frycollin in attendance, go down Walnut Street towards
Fairmount Park! Jem Chip, the vegetarian, had even shaken hands with the
president and left him with "Tomorrow!"
And William T. Forbes, the manufacturer of sugar from rags, had received
a cordial shake from Phil Evans who had said to him twice, "Au revoir! Au
Miss Doll and Miss Mat Forbes, so attached to Uncle Prudent by the bonds
of purest friendship, could not get over the disappearance, and in order to
obtain news of the absent, talked even more than they were accustomed
Three, four, five, six days passed. Then a week, then two weeks,
and there was nothing to give a clue to the missing three. The most minute
search had been made in every quarter. Nothing! In the park, even under the
trees and brushwood. Nothing! Always nothing! Although here it was noticed
that the grass looked to be pressed down in a way that seemed suspicious and
certainly was inexplicable; and at the edge of the clearing there were traces
of a recent struggle. Perhaps a band of scoundrels had attacked the
colleagues here in the deserted park in the middle of the night!
It was possible. The police proceeded with their inquiries in all
due form and with all lawful slowness. They dragged the Schuyllkill river,
and cut into the thick bushes that fringe its banks; and if this was useless
it was not quite a waste, for the Schuyllkill is in great want of a good
weeding, and it got it on this occasion. Practical people are the authorities
Then the newspapers were tried. Advertisements and notices and articles
were sent to all the journals in the Union without distinction of color. The
"Daily Negro," the special organ of the black race, published a portrait of
Frycollin after his latest photograph. Rewards were offered to whoever would
give news of the three absentees, and even to those who would find some clue
to put the police on the track. "Five thousand dollars! Five
thousand dollars to any citizen who would —"
Nothing was done. The five thousand dollars remained with the treasurer
of the Weldon Institute.
Undiscoverable! Undiscoverable! Undiscoverable! Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans, of Philadelphia!
It need hardly be said that the club was put to serious inconvenience by
this disappearance of its president and secretary. And at first the assembly
voted urgency to a measure which suspended the work on the "Go-Ahead." How,
in the absence of the principal promoters of the affair, of those who had
devoted to the enterprise a certain part of their fortune in time and
money—how could they finish the work when these were not present? It were
better, then, to wait.
And just then came the first news of the strange phenomenon which
had exercised people's minds some weeks before. The mysterious object had
been again seen at different times in the higher regions of the atmosphere.
But nobody dreamt of establishing a connection between this singular
reappearance and the no less singular disappearance of the members of the
Weldon Institute. In fact, it would have required a very strong dose of
imagination to connect one of these facts with the other.
Whatever it might be, asteroid or aerolite or aerial monster, it
had reappeared in such a way that its dimensions and shape could be
much better appreciated, first in Canada, over the country between
Ottawa and Quebec, on the very morning after the disappearance of
the colleagues, and later over the plains of the Far West, where it
had tried its speed against an express train on the Union Pacific.
At the end of this day the doubts of the learned world were at an end.
The body was not a product of nature, it was a flying machine, the practical
application of the theory of "heavier than air." And if the inventor of the
aeronef had wished to keep himself unknown he could evidently have done
better than to try it over the Far West. As to the mechanical force he
required, or the engines by which it was communicated, nothing was known, but
there could be no doubt the aeronef was gifted with an extraordinary faculty
of locomotion. In fact, a few days afterwards it was reported from the
Celestial Empire, then from the southern part of India, then from the
Who was then this bold mechanician that possessed such powers
of locomotion, for whom States had no frontiers and oceans no limits, who
disposed of the terrestrial atmosphere as if it were his domain? Could it be
this Robur whose theories had been so brutally thrown in the face of the
Weldon Institute the day he led the attack against the utopia of guidable
balloons? Perhaps such a notion occurred to some of the wide-awake people,
but none dreamt that the said Robur had anything to do with the disappearance
of the president and secretary of the Institute.
Things remained in this state of mystery when a telegram arrived
from France through the New York cable at 11:37 A.M. on July 13. And
what was this telegram? It was the text of the document found at Paris
in a snuff-box revealing what had happened to the two personages for whom
the Union was in mourning.
So, then, the perpetrator of this kidnapping "was" Robur the engineer,
come expressly to Philadelphia to destroy in its egg the theory of the
balloonists. He it was who commanded the "Albatross!" He it was who carried
off by way of reprisal Uncle Prudent, Phil Evans and Frycollin; and they
might be considered lost forever. At least until some means were found of
constructing an engine capable of contending with this powerful machine their
terrestrial friends would never bring them back to earth.
What excitement! What stupor! The telegram from Paris had been addressed
to the members of the Weldon Institute. The members of the club were
immediately informed of it. Ten minutes later all Philadelphia received the
news through its telephones, and in less than an hour all America heard of it
through the innumerable electric wires of the new continent.
No one would believe it! "It is an unseasonable joke," said some. "It is
all smoke," said others. How could such a thing be done in Philadelphia, and
so secretly, too? How could the "Albatross" have been beached in Fairmount
Park without its appearance having been signaled all over Pennsylvania?
Very good. These were the arguments. The incredulous had the right
of doubting. But the right did not last long. Seven days after the receipt
of the telegram the French mail-boat "Normandie" came into the Hudson,
bringing the famous snuff-box. The railway took it in all haste from New York
It was indeed the snuff-box of the President of the Weldon
Institute. Jem Chip would have done on that day to take some more
substantial nourishment, for he fell into a swoon when he recognized it. How
many a time had he taken from it the pinch of friendship! And Miss
Doll and Miss Mat also recognized it, and so did William T. Forbes,
Truck Milnor, Bat T. Fynn, and many other members. And not only was it
the president's snuff-box, it was the president's writing!
Then did the people lament and stretch out their hands in despair to the
skies. Uncle Prudent and his colleague carried away in a flying machine, and
no one able to deliver them!
The Niagara Falls Company, in which Uncle Prudent was the
largest shareholder, thought of suspending its business and turning off
its cataracts. The Wheelton Watch Company thought of winding up
its machinery, now it had lost its manager.
Nothing more was heard of the aeronef. July passed, and there was
no news. August ran its course, and the uncertainty on the subject
of Robur's prisoners was as great as ever. Had he, like Icarus, fallen
a victim to his own temerity?
The first twenty-seven days of September went by without result, but on
the 28th a rumor spread through Philadelphia that Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans had during the afternoon quietly walked into the president's house.
And, what was more extraordinary, the rumor was true, although very few
They had, however, to give in to the evidence. There could be no doubt
these were the two men, and not their shadows. And Frycollin also had come
back! The members of the club, then their friends, then the crowd, swarmed
into the president's house, and shook hands with the president and secretary,
and cheered them again and again. Jem Chip was there, having left his
luncheons joint of boiled lettuces, and William T. Forbes and his daughters,
and all the members of the club. It is a mystery how Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans emerged alive from the thousands who welcomed them.
On that evening was the weekly meeting of the Institute. It was expected
that the colleagues would take their places at the desk. As they had said
nothing of their adventures, it was thought they would then speak, and relate
the impressions of their voyage. But for some reason or other both were
silent. And so also was Frycollin, whom his congeners in their delirium had
failed to dismember.
But though the colleagues did not tell what had happened to them, that
is no reason why we should not. We know what occurred on the night of the
27th and 28th of July; the daring escape to the earth, the scramble among the
rocks, the bullet fired at Phil Evans, the cut cable, and the "Albatross"
deprived of her propellers, drifting off to the northeast at a great
altitude. Her electric lamps rendered her visible for some time. And then she
The fugitives had little to fear. How could Robur get back to the island
for three or four hours if his screws were out of gear? By that time the
"Albatross" would have been destroyed by the explosion, and be no more than a
wreck floating on the sea; those whom she bore would be mangled corpses,
which the ocean would not even give up again. The act of vengeance would be
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans looked upon it as an act of
legitimate self-defence, and felt no remorse whatever. Evans was but
slightly wounded by the rifle bullet, and the three made their way up from
the shore in the hope of meeting some of the natives. The hope
was realized. About fifty natives were living by fishing off the
western coast. They had seen the aeronef descend on the island, and
they welcomed the fugitives as if they were supernatural beings.
They worshipped them, we ought rather to say. They accommodated them
in the most comfortable of their huts.
As they had expected, Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans saw nothing more of
the aeronef. They concluded that the catastrophe had taken place in some high
region of the atmosphere, and that they would hear no more of Robur and his
Meanwhile they had to wait for an opportunity of returning to America.
The Chatham Islands are not much visited by navigators, and all August passed
without sign of a ship. The fugitives began to ask themselves if they had not
exchanged one prison for another.
At last a ship came to water at the Chatham Islands. It will not
have been forgotten that when Uncle Prudent was seized he had on
him several thousand paper dollars, much more than would take him back
to America. After thanking their adorers, who were not sparing of
their most respectful demonstrations, Uncle Prudent, Phil Evans,
and Frycollin embarked for Auckland. They said nothing of
their adventures, and in two weeks landed in New Zealand.
At Auckland, a mail-boat took them on board as passengers, and after a
splendid passage the survivors of the "Albatross" stepped ashore at San
Francisco. They said nothing as to who they were or whence they had come, but
as they had paid full price for their berths no American captain would
trouble them further. At San Francisco they took the first train out on the
Pacific Railway, and on the 27th of September, they arrived at Philadelphia,
That is the compendious history of what had occurred since the escape of the
fugitives. And that is why this very evening the president and secretary of
the Weldon Institute took their seats amid a most
Never before had either of them been so calm. To look at them it did not
seem as though anything abnormal had happened since the memorable sitting of
the 12th of June. Three months and a half had gone, and seemed to be counted
as nothing. After the first round of cheers, which both received without
showing the slightest emotion, Uncle Prudent took off his hat and
"Worthy citizens," said he, "The meeting is now open."
Tremendous applause. And properly so, for if it was not
extraordinary that the meeting was open, it was extraordinary that it should
be opened by Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans.
The president allowed the enthusiasm to subside in shouts and clappings;
then he continued: "At our last meeting, gentlemen, the discussion was
somewhat animated—(hear, hear)—between the partisans of the screw before
and those of the screw behind for our balloon the "Go-Ahead." (Marks of
surprise.) We have found a way to bring the beforists and the behindists in
agreement. That way is as follows: we are going to use two screws, one at
each end of the car!." Silence, and complete stupefaction.
That was all.
Yes, all! Of the kidnapping of the president and secretary of the Weldon
Institute not a word! Not a word of the "Albatross" nor of Robur! Not a word
of the voyage! Not a word of the way in which the prisoners had escaped! Not
a word of what had become of the aeronef, if it still flew through space, or
if they were to be prepared for new reprisals on the member's of the
Of course the balloonists were longing to ask Uncle Prudent and
the secretary about all these things, but they looked so close and
so serious that they thought it best to respect their attitude. When they
thought fit to speak they would do so, and it would be an honor to hear.
After all, there might be in all this some secret which would not yet be
And then Uncle Prudent, resuming his speech amid a silence up to
then unknown in the meetings of the Weldon Institute, said, "Gentlemen,
it now only remains for us to finish the aerostat "Go-Ahead." it is
left to her to effect the conquest of the air! The meeting is at an
THE GO-AHEAD IS LAUNCHED
On the following 19th of April, seven months after the
unexpected return of Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans, Philadelphia was in a
state of unwonted excitement. There were neither elections nor
meetings this time. The aerostat "Go-Ahead," built by the Weldon
Institute, was to take possession of her natural element.
The celebrated Harry W. Tinder, whose name we mentioned at the beginning
of this story, had been engaged as aeronaut. He had no assistant, and the
only passengers were to be the president and secretary of the Weldon
Did they not merit such an honor? Did it not come to them appropriately
to rise in person to protest against any apparatus that was heavier than
During the seven months, however, they had said nothing of
their adventures; and even Frycollin had not uttered a whisper of Robur
and his wonderful clipper. Probably Uncle Prudent and his friend
desired that no question should arise as to the merits of the aeronef, or
any other flying machine.
Although the "Go-Ahead" might not claim the first place among
aerial locomotives, they would have nothing to say about the inventions
of other aviators. They believed, and would always believe, that the true
atmospheric vehicle was the aerostat, and that to it alone belonged the
Besides, he on whom they had been so terribly—and in their idea
so justly—avenged, existed no longer. None of those who accompanied him
had survived. The secret of the "Albatross" was buried in the depths of the
That Robur had a retreat, an island in the middle of that vast
ocean, where he could put into port, was only a hypothesis; and
the colleagues reserved to themselves the right of making inquiries on the
subject later on. The grand experiment which the Weldon Institute had been
preparing for so long was at last to take place. The "Go-Ahead" was the most
perfect type of what had up to then been invented in aerostatic art—she was
what an "Inflexible" or a "Formidable" is in ships of war.
She possessed all the qualities of a good aerostat. Her
dimensions allowed of her rising to the greatest height a balloon could
attain; her impermeability enabled her to remain for an indefinite time
in the atmosphere; her solidity would defy any dilation of gas or violence
of wind or rain; her capacity gave her sufficient ascensional force to lift
with all their accessories an electric engine that would communicate to her
propellers a power superior to anything yet obtained. The "Go-Ahead" was of
elongated form, so as to facilitate her horizontal displacement. Her car was
a platform somewhat like that of the balloon used by Krebs and Renard; and
it carried all the necessary outfit, instruments, cables,
grapnels, guide-ropes, etc., and the piles and accumulators for the
mechanical power. The car had a screw in front, and a screw and rudder
behind. But probably the work done by the machines would be very much
less than that done by the machines of the "Albatross."
The "Go-Ahead" had been taken to the clearing in Fairmount Park, to the
very spot where the aeronef had landed for a few hours.
Her ascensional power was due to the very lightest of gaseous
bodies. Ordinary lighting gas possesses an elevating force of about 700
grams for every cubic meter. But hydrogen possesses an ascensional
force estimated at 1,100 grams per cubic meter. Pure hydrogen
prepared according to the method of the celebrated Henry Gifford filled
the enormous balloon. And as the capacity of the "Go-Ahead" was
40,000 cubic meters, the ascensional power of the gas she contained
was 40,000 multiplied by 1,100 or 44,000 kilograms.
On this 29th of April everything was ready. Since eleven o'clock
the enormous aerostat had been floating a few feet from the ground
ready to rise in mid-air. It was splendid weather and seemed to have
been made specially for the experiment, although if the breeze had
been stronger the results might have been more conclusive. There had
never been any doubt that a balloon could be guided in a calm
atmosphere; but to guide it when the atmosphere is in motion is quite
another thing; and it is under such circumstances that the experiment
should be tried.
But there was no wind today, nor any sign of any. Strange to say, North
America on that day omitted to send on to Europe one of those first-class
storms which it seems to have in such inexhaustible numbers. A better day
could not have been chosen for an aeronautic experiment.
The crowd was immense in Fairmount Park; trains had poured into
the Pennsylvania capital sightseers from the neighboring
states; industrial and commercial life came to a standstill that the
people might troop to the show-master, workmen, women, old men,
children, members of Congress, soldiers, magistrates, reporters, white
natives and black natives, all were there. We need not stop to describe
the excitement, the unaccountable movements, the sudden pushings,
which made the mass heave and swell. Nor need we recount the number
of cheers which rose from all sides like fireworks when Uncle Prudent and
Phil Evans appeared on the platform and hoisted the American colors. Need we
say that the majority of the crowd had come from afar not so much to see the
"Go-Ahead" as to gaze on these extraordinary men?
Why two and not three? Why not Frycollin? Because Frycollin thought his
campaign in the "Albatross" sufficient for his fame. He had declined the
honor of accompanying his master, and he took no part in the frenzied
declamations that greeted the president and secretary of the Weldon
Of the members of the illustrious assembly not one was absent from the
reserved places within the ropes. There were Truck Milnor, Bat T. Fynn, and
William T. Forbes with his two daughters on his arm. All had come to affirm
by their presence that nothing could separate them from the partisans of
"lighter than air."
About twenty minutes past eleven a gun announced the end of the
final preparations. The "Go-Ahead" only waited the signal to start.
At twenty-five minutes past eleven the second gun was fired.
The "Go-Ahead" was about one hundred and fifty feet above the clearing,
and was held by a rope. In this way the platform commanded the excited crowd.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans stood upright and placed their left hands on
their hearts, to signify how deeply they were touched by their reception.
Then they extended their right hands towards the zenith, to signify that the
greatest of known balloons was about to take possession of the
A hundred thousand hands were placed in answer on a hundred
thousand hearts, and a hundred thousand other hands were lifted to the
The third gun was fired at half-past eleven. "Let go!" shouted
Uncle Prudent; and the "Go-Ahead" rose "majestically"—an
adverb consecrated by custom to all aerostatic ascents.
It really was a superb spectacle. It seemed as if a vessel were
just launched from the stocks. And was she not a vessel launched into
the aerial sea? The "Go-Ahead" went up in a perfectly vertical
line—a proof of the calmness of the atmosphere—and stopped at an
altitude of eight hundred feet.
Then she began her horizontal maneuvering. With her screws going
she moved to the east at a speed of twelve yards a second. That is
the speed of the whale—not an inappropriate comparison, for the
balloon was somewhat of the shape of the giant of the northern seas.
A salvo of cheers mounted towards the skillful aeronauts. Then under the
influence of her rudder, the "Go-Ahead" went through all the evolutions that
her steersman could give her. She turned in a small circle; she moved
forwards and backwards in a way to convince the most refractory disbeliever
in the guiding of balloons. And if there had been any disbeliever there he
would have been simply annihilated.
But why was there no wind to assist at this magnificent experiment? It
was regrettable. Doubtless the spectators would have seen the "Go-Ahead"
unhesitatingly execute all the movements of a sailing-vessel in beating to
windward, or of a steamer driving in the wind's eye.
At this moment the aerostat rose a few hundred yards. The maneuver was
understood below. Uncle Prudent and his companions were going in search of a
breeze in the higher zones, so as to complete the experiment. The system of
cellular balloons—analogous to the swimming bladder in fishes—into which
could be introduced a certain amount of air by pumping, had provided for this
vertical motion. Without throwing out ballast or losing gas the aeronaut was
able to rise or sink at his will. Of course there was a valve in the
upper hemisphere which would permit of a rapid descent if found
necessary. All these contrivances are well known, but they were here fitted
The "Go-Ahead" then rose vertically. Her enormous dimensions gradually
grew smaller to the eye, and the necks of the crowd were almost cricked as
they gazed into the air. Gradually the whale became a porpoise, and the
porpoise became a gudgeon. The ascensional movement did not cease until the
"Go-Ahead" had reached a height of fourteen thousand feet. But the air was so
free from mist that she remained clearly visible.
However, she remained over the clearing as if she were a fixture.
An immense bell had imprisoned the atmosphere and deprived it of movement;
not a breath of wind was there, high or low. The aerostat maneuvered without
encountering any resistance, seeming very small owing to the distance, much
as if she were being looked at through the wrong end of a telescope.
Suddenly there was a shout among the crowd, a shout followed by
a hundred thousand more. All hands were stretched towards a point on
the horizon. That point was the northwest. There in the deep
azure appeared a moving body, which was approaching and growing larger.
Was it a bird beating with its wings the higher zones of space? Was it
an aerolite shooting obliquely through the atmosphere? In any case,
its speed was terrific, and it would soon be above the crowd. A
suspicion communicated itself electrically to the brains of all on the
But it seemed as though the "Go-Ahead" had sighted this strange object.
Assuredly it seemed as though she feared some danger, for her speed was
increased, and she was going east as fast as she could.
Yes, the crowd saw what it meant! A name uttered by one of the members
of the Weldon Institute was repeated by a hundred thousand mouths:
"The "Albatross!" The "Albatross!""
THE GRAND COLLAPSE
It was indeed the "Albatross!" It was indeed Robur who had
reappeared in the heights of the sky! It was he who like a huge bird of prey
was going to strike the "Go-Ahead."
And yet, nine months before, the aeronef, shattered by the
explosion, her screws broken, her deck smashed in two, had been
Without the prodigious coolness of the engineer, who reversed
the gyratory motion of the fore propeller and converted it into
a suspensory screw, the men of the "Albatross" would all have
been asphyxiated by the fall. But if they had escaped asphyxia, how
had they escaped being drowned in the Pacific?
The remains of the deck, the blades of the propellers, the compartments
of the cabins, all formed a sort of raft. When a wounded bird falls on the
waves its wings keep it afloat. For several hours Robur and his men remained
unhelped, at first on the wreck, and afterwards in the india-rubber boat that
had fallen uninjured. A few hours after sunrise they were sighted by a
passing ship, and a boat was lowered to their rescue.
Robur and his companions were saved, and so was much of what remained of
the aeronef. The engineer said that his ship had perished in a collision, and
no further questions were asked him.
The ship was an English three-master, the "Two Friends," bound
for Melbourne, where she arrived a few days afterwards.
Robur was in Australia, but a long way from X Island, to which
he desired to return as soon as possible.
In the ruins of the aftermost cabin he had found a considerable sum of
money, quite enough to provide for himself and companions without applying to
anyone for help. A short time after he arrived in Melbourne he became the
owner of a small brigantine of about a hundred tons, and in her he sailed for
There he had but one idea—to be avenged. But to secure his vengeance he
would have to make another "Albatross." This after all was an easy task for
him who made the first. He used up what he could of the old material; the
propellers and engines he had brought back in the brigantine. The mechanism
was fitted with new piles and new accumulators, and, in short, in less than
eight months, the work was finished, and a new "Albatross," identical with
the one destroyed by the explosion, was ready to take flight. And he had the
The "Albatross" left X Island in the first week of April. During
this aerial passage Robur did not want to be seen from the earth, and
he came along almost always above the clouds. When he arrived over
North America he descended in a desolate spot in the Far West. There
the engineer, keeping a profound incognito, learnt with
considerable pleasure that the Weldon Institute was about to begin
its experiments, and that the "Go-Ahead," with Uncle Prudent and
Phil Evans, was going to start from Philadelphia on the 29th of April.
Here was a chance for Robur and his crew to gratify their longing
for revenge. Here was a chance for inflicting on their foes a
terrible vengeance, which in the "Go-Ahead" they could not escape. A
public vengeance, which would at the same time prove the superiority of
the aeronef to all aerostats and contrivances of that nature!
And that is why, on this very day, like a vulture from the clouds, the
aeronef appeared over Fairmount Park.
Yes! It was the "Albatross," easily recognizable by all those who
had never before seen her.
The "Go-Ahead" was in full flight; but it soon appeared that she could
not escape horizontally, and so she sought her safety in a vertical
direction, not dropping to the ground, for the aeronef would have cut her
off, but rising to a zone where she could not perhaps be reached. This was
very daring, and at the same time very logical.
But the "Albatross" began to rise after her. Although she was
smaller than the "Go-Ahead," it was a case of the swordfish and the
This could easily be seen from below and with what anxiety! In a
few moments the aerostat had attained a height of sixteen thousand
The "Albatross" followed her as she rose. She flew round her flanks, and
maneuvered round her in a circle with a constantly diminishing radius. She
could have annihilated her at a stroke, and Uncle Prudent and his companions
would have been dashed to atoms in a frightful fall.
The people, mute with horror, gazed breathlessly; they were seized with
that sort of fear which presses on the chest and grips the legs when we see
anyone fall from a height. An aerial combat was beginning in which there were
none of the chances of safety as in a sea-fight. It was the first of its
kind, but it would not be the last, for progress is one of the laws of this
world. And if the "Go-Ahead" was flying the American colors, did not the
"Albatross" display the stars and golden sun of Robur the Conqueror?
The "Go-Ahead" tried to distance her enemy by rising still higher. She
threw away the ballast she had in reserve; she made a new leap of three
thousand feet; she was now but a dot in space. The "Albatross," which
followed her round and round at top speed, was now invisible.
Suddenly a shout of terror rose from the crowd. The "Go-Ahead" increased
rapidly in size, and the aeronef appeared dropping with her. This time it was
a fall. The gas had dilated in the higher zones of the atmosphere and had
burst the balloon, which, half inflated still, was falling rapidly.
But the aeronef, slowing her suspensory screws, came down just as fast.
She ran alongside the "Go-Ahead" when she was not more than four thousand
feet from the ground.
Would Robur destroy her?
No; he was going to save her crew!
And so cleverly did he handle his vessel that the aeronaut jumped
Would Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans refuse to be saved by him? They were
quite capable of doing so. But the crew threw themselves on them and dragged
them by force from the "Go-Ahead" to the "Albatross."
Then the aeronef glided off and remained stationary, while the balloon,
quite empty of gas, fell on the trees of the clearing and hung there like a
An appalling silence reigned on the ground. It seemed as though
life were suspended in each of the crowd; and many eyes had been closed
so as not to behold the final catastrophe. Uncle Prudent and Phil
Evans had again become the prisoners of the redoubtable Robur. Now he
had recaptured them, would he carry them off into space, where it
was impossible to follow him?
It seemed so.
However, instead of mounting into the sky the "Albatross" stopped
six feet from the ground. Then, amid profound silence, the
engineer's voice was heard.
"Citizens of the United States," he said, "The president and secretary
of the Weldon Institute are again in my power. In keeping them I am only
within my right. But from the passion kindled in them by the success of the
"Albatross" I see that their minds are not prepared for that important
revolution which the conquest of the air will one day bring, Uncle Prudent
and Phil Evans, you are free!"
The president, the secretary, and the aeronaut had only to jump down.
Then Robur continued.
"Citizens of the United States, my experiment is finished; but my advice
to those present is to be premature in nothing, not even in progress. It is
evolution and not revolution that we should seek. In a word, we must not be
before our time. I have come too soon today to withstand such contradictory
and divided interests as yours. Nations are not yet fit for union.
"I go, then; and I take my secret with me. But it will not be lost
to humanity. It will belong to you the day you are educated enough
to profit by it and wise enough not to abuse it. Citizens of the
And the "Albatross," beating the air with her seventy-four screws, and
driven by her propellers, shot off towards the east amid a tempest of
The two colleagues, profoundly humiliated, and through them the
whole Weldon Institute, did the only thing they could. They went home.
And the crowd by a sudden change of front greeted them with particularly
keen sarcasms, and, at their expense, are sarcastic still.
And now, who is this Robur? Shall we ever know?
We know today. Robur is the science of the future. Perhaps the science
of tomorrow. Certainly the science that will come!
Does the "Albatross" still cruise in the atmosphere in the realm
that none can take from her? There is no reason to doubt it.
Will Robur, the Conqueror, appear one day as he said? Yes! He will come
to declare the secret of his invention, which will greatly change the social
and political conditions of the world.
As for the future of aerial locomotion, it belongs to the aeronef
and not the aerostat.
It is to the "Albatross" that the conquest of the air will
—End of Voyage Extraordinaire—Robur the Conqueror—
Table of Contents
1 What Happened in the Mountains
2 I Reach
Morganton 3 The Great Eyrie
4 A Meeting of the Automobile
5 Along the Shores of New England
6 The First
7 A Third Machine
8 At Any Cost
9 The Second
10 Outside the Law
11 The Campaign
12 Black Rock Creek
Board the Terror
15 The Eagle's Nest
16 Robur, the
17 In the Name of the Law
18 The Old Housekeeper's Last
WHAT HAPPENED IN THE MOUNTAINS
If I speak of myself in this story, it is because I have been
deeply involved in its startling events, events doubtless among the
most extraordinary which this twentieth century will witness. Sometimes
I even ask myself if all this has really happened, if its pictures dwell
in truth in my memory, and not merely in my imagination. In my position as
head inspector in the federal police department at Washington, urged on
moreover by the desire, which has always been very strong in me, to
investigate and understand everything which is mysterious, I naturally became
much interested in these remarkable occurrences. And as I have been employed
by the government in various important affairs and secret missions since I
was a mere lad, it also happened very naturally that the head of my
department placed In my charge this astonishing investigation, wherein I
found myself wrestling with so many impenetrable mysteries.
In the remarkable passages of the recital, it is important that
you should believe my word. For some of the facts I can bring no
other testimony than my own. If you do not wish to believe me, so be it.
I can scarce believe it all myself.
The strange occurrences began in the western part of our great American
State of North Carolina. There, deep amid the Blueridge Mountains rises the
crest called the Great Eyrie. Its huge rounded form is distinctly seen from
the little town of Morganton on the Catawba River, and still more clearly as
one approaches the mountains by way of the village of Pleasant Garden.
Why the name of Great Eyrie was originally given this mountain by
the people of the surrounding region, I am not quite sure. It rises
rocky and grim and inaccessible, and under certain atmospheric
conditions has a peculiarly blue and distant effect. But the idea one
would naturally get from the name is of a refuge for birds of prey,
eagles condors, vultures; the home of vast numbers of the feathered
tribes, wheeling and screaming above peaks beyond the reach of man. Now,
the Great Eyrie did not seem particularly attractive to birds; on
the contrary, the people of the neighborhood began to remark that on
some days when birds approached its summit they mounted still
further, circled high above the crest, and then flew swiftly away,
troubling the air with harsh cries.
Why then the name Great Eyrie? Perhaps the mount might better have been
called a crater, for in the center of those steep and rounded walls there
might well be a huge deep basin. Perhaps there might even lie within their
circuit a mountain lake, such as exists in other parts of the Appalachian
mountain system, a lagoon fed by the rain and the winter snows.
In brief was not this the site of an ancient volcano, one which
had slept through ages, but whose inner fires might yet reawake? Might not
the Great Eyrie reproduce in its neighborhood the violence of Mount Krakatoa
or the terrible disaster of Mont Pelee? If there were indeed a central lake,
was there not danger that its waters, penetrating the strata beneath, would
be turned to steam by the volcanic fires and tear their way forth in a
tremendous explosion, deluging the fair plains of Carolina with an eruption
such as that of 1902 in Martinique?
Indeed, with regard to this last possibility there had been
certain symptoms recently observed which might well be due to
volcanic action. Smoke had floated above the mountain and once the
country folk passing near had heard subterranean noises,
unexplainable rumblings. A glow in the sky had crowned the height at
When the wind blew the smoky cloud eastward toward Pleasant Garden,
a few cinders and ashes drifted down from it. And finally one stormy night
pale flames, reflected from the clouds above the summit, cast upon the
district below a sinister, warning light.
In presence of these strange phenomena, it is not astonishing that the
people of the surrounding district became seriously disquieted. And to the
disquiet was joined an imperious need of knowing the true condition of the
mountain. The Carolina newspapers had flaring headlines, "The Mystery of
Great Eyrie!" They asked if it was not dangerous to dwell in such a region.
Their articles aroused curiosity and fear—curiosity among those who being in
no danger themselves were interested in the disturbance merely as a strange
phenomenon of nature, fear in those who were likely to be the victims if
a catastrophe actually occurred. Those more immediately threatened
were the citizens of Morganton, and even more the good folk of
Pleasant Garden and the hamlets and farms yet closer to the mountain.
Assuredly it was regrettable that mountain climbers had not previously
attempted to ascend to the summit of the Great Eyrie. The cliffs of rock
which surrounded it had never been scaled. Perhaps they might offer no path
by which even the most daring climber could penetrate to the interior. Yet,
if a volcanic eruption menaced all the western region of the Carolinas, then
a complete examination of the mountain was becoming absolutely necessary.
Now before the actual ascent of the crater, with its many
serious difficulties, was attempted, there was one way which offered
an opportunity of reconnoitering the interior, with out clambering up the
precipices. In the first days of September of that memorable year, a
well-known aeronaut named Wilker came to Morganton with his balloon. By
waiting for a breeze from the east, he could easily rise in his balloon and
drift over the Great Eyrie. There from a safe height above he could search
with a powerful glass into its deeps. Thus he would know if the mouth of a
volcano really opened amid the mighty rocks. This was the principal question.
If this were settled, it would be known if the surrounding country must fear
an eruption at some period more or less distant.
The ascension was begun according to the programme suggested. The wind
was fair and steady; the sky clear; the morning clouds were disappearing
under the vigorous rays of the sun. If the interior of the Great Eyrie was
not filled with smoke, the aeronaut would be able to search with his glass
its entire extent. If the vapors were rising, he, no doubt, could detect
The balloon rose at once to a height of fifteen hundred feet, and there
rested almost motionless for a quarter of an hour. Evidently the east wind,
which was brisk upon the surface of the earth, did not make itself felt at
that height. Then, unlucky chance, the balloon was caught in an adverse
current, and began to drift toward the east. Its distance from the mountain
chain rapidly increased. Despite all the efforts of the aeronaut, the
citizens of Morganton saw the balloon disappear on the wrong horizon. Later,
they learned that it had landed in the neighborhood of Raleigh, the capital
of North Carolina.
This attempt having failed, it was agreed that it should be tried again
under better conditions. Indeed, fresh rumblings were heard from the
mountain, accompanied by heavy clouds and wavering glimmerings of light at
night. Folk began to realize that the Great Eyrie was a serious and perhaps
imminent source of danger. Yes, the entire country lay under the threat of
some seismic or volcanic disaster.
During the first days of April of that year, these more or less
vague apprehensions turned to actual panic. The newspapers gave prompt
echo to the public terror. The entire district between the mountains
and Morganton was sure that an eruption was at hand.
The night of the fourth of April, the good folk of Pleasant Garden were
awakened by a sudden uproar. They thought that the mountains were falling
upon them. They rushed from their houses, ready for instant flight, fearing
to see open before them some immense abyss, engulfing the farms and villages
for miles around.
The night was very dark. A weight of heavy clouds pressed down upon the
plain. Even had it been day the crest of the mountains would have been
In the midst of this impenetrable obscurity, there was no response
to the cries which arose from every side. Frightened groups of men, women,
and children groped their way along the black roads in wild confusion. From
every quarter came the screaming voices: "It is an earthquake!" "It is an
eruption!" "Whence comes it?" "From the Great Eyrie!"
Into Morganton sped the news that stones, lava, ashes, were raining down
upon the country.
Shrewd citizens of the town, however, observed that if there were
an eruption the noise would have continued and increased, the flames would
have appeared above the crater; or at least their lurid reflections would
have penetrated the clouds. Now, even these reflections were no longer seen.
If there had been an earthquake, the terrified people saw that at least their
houses had not crumbled beneath the shock. It was possible that the uproar
had been caused by an avalanche, the fall of some mighty rock from the summit
of the mountains.
An hour passed without other incident. A wind from the west
sweeping over the long chain of the Blueridge, set the pines and
hemlocks wailing on the higher slopes. There seemed no new cause for
panic; and folk began to return to their houses. All, however,
awaited impatiently the return of day.
Then suddenly, toward three o'clock in the morning, another
alarm! Flames leaped up above the rocky wall of the Great Eyrie.
Reflected from the clouds, they illuminated the atmosphere for a
great distance. A crackling, as if of many burning trees, was heard.
Had a fire spontaneously broken out? And to what cause was it
due? Lightning could not have started the conflagration; for no
thunder had been heard. True, there was plenty of material for fire; at
this height the chain of the Blueridge is well wooded. But these
flames were too sudden for any ordinary cause.
"An eruption! An eruption!"
The cry resounded from all sides. An eruption! The Great Eyrie was then
indeed the crater of a volcano buried in the bowels of the mountains. And
after so many years, so many ages even, had it reawakened? Added to the
flames, was a rain of stones and ashes about to follow? Were the lavas going
to pour down torrents of molten fire, destroying everything in their passage,
annihilating the towns, the villages, the farms, all this beautiful world of
meadows, fields and forests, even as far as Pleasant Garden and
This time the panic was overwhelming; nothing could stop it.
Women carrying their infants, crazed with terror, rushed along the
eastward roads. Men, deserting their homes, made hurried bundles of their
most precious belongings and set free their livestock, cows, sheep,
pigs, which fled in all directions. What disorder resulted from
this agglomeration, human and animal, under darkest night, amid
forests, threatened by the fires of the volcano, along the border of
marshes whose waters might be upheaved and overflow! With the earth
itself threatening to disappear from under the feet of the fugitives!
Would they be in time to save themselves, if a cascade of glowing lava
came rolling down the slope of the mountain across their route?
Nevertheless, some of the chief and shrewder farm owners were not swept
away in this mad flight, which they did their best to restrain. Venturing
within a mile of the mountain, they saw that the glare of the flames was
decreasing. In truth it hardly seemed that the region was immediately menaced
by any further upheaval. No stones were being hurled into space; no torrent
of lava was visible upon the slopes; no rumblings rose from the ground. There
was no further manifestation of any seismic disturbance capable of
overwhelming the land.
At length, the flight of the fugitives ceased at a distance where they
seemed secure from all danger. Then a few ventured back toward the mountain.
Some farms were reoccupied before the break of day.
By morning the crests of the Great Eyrie showed scarcely the
least remnant of its cloud of smoke. The fires were certainly at an
end; and if it were impossible to determine their cause, one might
at least hope that they would not break out again.
It appeared possible that the Great Eyrie had not really been
the theater of volcanic phenomena at all. There was no further
evidence that the neighborhood was at the mercy either of eruptions or
Yet once more about five o'clock, from beneath the ridge of
the mountain, where the shadows of night still lingered, a strange
noise swept across the air, a sort of whirring, accompanied by the
beating of mighty wings. And had it been a clear day, perhaps the
farmers would have seen the passage of a mighty bird of prey, some monster
of the skies, which having risen from the Great Eyrie sped away toward the
I REACH MORGANTON
The twenty-seventh of April, having left Washington the night
before, I arrived at Raleigh, the capital of the State of North
Two days before, the head of the federal police had called me to
his room. He was awaiting me with some impatience." John Strock," said he,
"are you still the man who on so many occasions has proven to me both his
devotion and his ability?"
"Mr. Ward," I answered, with a bow, "I cannot promise success or
even ability, but as to devotion, I assure you, it is yours."
"I do not doubt it," responded the chief. "And I will ask you
instead this more exact question: Are you as fond of riddles as ever?
As eager to penetrate into mysteries, as I have known you before?"
"I am, Mr. Ward."
"Good, Strock; then listen."
Mr. Ward, a man of about fifty years, of great power and intellect, was
fully master of the important position he filled. He had several times
entrusted to me difficult missions which I had accomplished successfully, and
which had won me his confidence. For several months past, however, he had
found no occasion for my services. Therefore I awaited with impatience what
he had to say. I did not doubt that his questioning implied a serious and
important task for me.
"Doubtless you know," said he, "what has happened down in the Blueridge
Mountains near Morganton."
"Surely, Mr. Ward, the phenomena reported from there have been singular
enough to arouse anyone's curiosity."
"They are singular, even remarkable, Strock. No doubt about that.
But there is also reason to ask, if these phenomena about the Great
Eyrie are not a source of continued danger to the people there, if they
are not forerunners of some disaster as terrible as it is mysterious."
"It is to be feared, sir."
"So we must know, Strock, what is inside of that mountain. If we
are helpless in the face of some great force of nature, people must
be warned in time of the danger which threatens them."
"It is clearly the duty of the authorities, Mr. Ward," responded I, "to
learn what is going on within there."
"True, Strock; but that presents great difficulties. Everyone
reports that it is impossible to scale the precipices of the Great Eyrie
and reach its interior. But has anyone ever attempted it with
scientific appliances and under the best conditions? I doubt it, and believe
a resolute attempt may bring success."
"Nothing is impossible, Mr. Ward; what we face here is merely a question
"We must not regard expense when we are seeking to reassure an
entire population, or to preserve it from a catastrophe. There is
another suggestion I would make to you. Perhaps this Great Eyrie is not
so inaccessible as is supposed. Perhaps a band of malefactors
have secreted themselves there, gaining access by ways known only
"What! You suspect that robbers —"
"Perhaps I am wrong, Strock; and these strange sights and sounds
have all had natural causes. Well, that is what we have to settle, and
as quickly as possible."
"I have one question to ask."
"Go ahead, Strock."
"When the Great Eyrie has been visited, when we know the source of these
phenomena, if there really is a crater there and an eruption is imminent, can
we avert it?"
"No, Strock; but we can estimate the extent of the danger. If
some volcano in the Alleghanies threatens North Carolina with a
disaster similar to that of Martinique, buried beneath the outpourings of
Mont Pelee, then these people must leave their homes"
"I hope, sir, there is no such widespread danger."
"I think not, Strock; it seems to me highly improbable that an
active volcano exists in the Blueridge mountain chain. Our
Appalachian mountain system is nowhere volcanic in its origin. But all
these events cannot be without basis. In short, Strock, we have decided
to make a strict inquiry into the phenomena of the Great Eyrie, to gather
all the testimony, to question the people of the towns and farms. To do this,
I have made choice of an agent in whom we have full confidence; and this
agent is you, Strock."
"Good! I am ready, Mr. Ward," cried I, "and be sure that I shall neglect
nothing to bring you full information."
"I know it, Strock, and I will add that I regard you as specially fitted
for the work. You will have a splendid opportunity to exercise, and I hope to
satisfy, your favorite passion of curiosity."
"As you say, sir."
"You will be free to act according to circumstances. As to expenses, if
there seems reason to organize an ascension party, which will be costly, you
have carte blanche."
"I will act as seems best, Mr. Ward."
"Let me caution you to act with all possible discretion. The people in
the vicinity are already over-excited. It will be well to move secretly. Do
not mention the suspicions I have suggested to you. And above all, avoid
arousing any fresh panic."
"It is understood."
"You will be accredited to the Mayor of Morganton, who will assist you.
Once more, be prudent, Strock, and acquaint no one with your mission, unless
it is absolutely necessary. You have often given proofs of your intelligence
and address; and this time I feel assured you will succeed."
I asked him only "When shall I start?"
"Tomorrow, I shall leave Washington; and the day after, I shall be
How little suspicion had I of what the future had in store for me!
I returned immediately to my house where I made my preparations
for departure; and the next evening found me in Raleigh. There I
passed the night, and in the course of the next afternoon arrived at
the railroad station of Morganton.
Morganton is but a small town, built upon strata of the jurassic period,
particularly rich in coal. Its mines give it some prosperity. It also has
numerous unpleasant mineral waters, so that the season there attracts many
visitors. Around Morganton is a rich farming country, with broad fields of
grain. It lies in the midst of swamps, covered with mosses and reeds.
Evergreen forests rise high up the mountain slopes. All that the region lacks
is the wells of natural gas, that invaluable natural source of power, light,
and warmth, so abundant in most of the Alleghany valleys. Villages and farms
are numerous up to the very borders of the mountain forests. Thus
there were many thousands of people threatened, if the Great Eyrie
proved indeed a volcano, if the convulsions of nature extended to
Pleasant Garden and to Morganton.
The mayor of Morganton, Mr. Elias Smith, was a tall man, vigorous
and enterprising, forty years old or more, and of a health to defy all the
doctors of the two Americas. He was a great hunter of bears and panthers,
beasts which may still be found in the wild gorges and mighty forests of the
Mr. Smith was himself a rich land-owner, possessing several farms in the
neighborhood. Even his most distant tenants received frequent visits from
him. Indeed, whenever his official duties did not keep him in his so-called
home at Morganton, he was exploring the surrounding country, irresistibly
drawn by the instincts of the hunter.
I went at once to the house of Mr. Smith. He was expecting me,
having been warned by telegram. He received me very frankly, without
any formality, his pipe in his mouth, a glass of brandy on the table.
A second glass was brought in by a servant, and I had to drink to my host
before beginning our interview.
"Mr. Ward sent you," said he to me in a jovial tone. "Good; let us drink
to Mr. Ward's health."
I clinked glasses with him, and drank in honor of the chief of
"And now," demanded Elias Smith, "what is worrying him?"
At this I made known to the mayor of Morganton the cause and the purpose
of my mission in North Carolina. I assured him that my chief had given me
full power, and would render me every assistance, financial and otherwise, to
solve the riddle and relieve the neighborhood of its anxiety relative to the
Elias Smith listened to me without uttering a word, but not
without several times refilling his glass and mine. While he puffed
steadily at his pipe, the close attention which he gave me was
beyond question. I saw his cheeks flush at times, and his eyes gleam
under their bushy brows. Evidently the chief magistrate of Morganton
was uneasy about Great Eyrie, and would be as eager as I to discover
the cause of these phenomena.
When I had finished my communication, Elias Smith gazed at me for some
moments in silence. Then he said, softly, "So at Washington they wish to know
what the Great Eyrie hides within its circuit?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
"And you, also?"
"So do I, Mr. Strock."
He and I were as one in our curiosity.
"You will understand," added he, knocking the cinders from his
pipe, "that as a land-owner, I am much interested in these stories of
the Great Eyrie, and as mayor, I wish to protect my constituents."
"A double reason," I commented, "to stimulate you to discover the cause
of these extraordinary occurrences! Without doubt, my dear Mr. Smith, they
have appeared to you as inexplicable and as threatening as to your
"Inexplicable, certainly, Mr. Strock. For on my part, I do not believe
it possible that the Great Eyrie can be a volcano; the Alleghanies are
nowhere of volcanic origins. I, myself, in our immediate district, have never
found any geological traces of scoria, or lava, or any eruptive rock
whatever. I do not think, therefore, that Morganton can possibly be
threatened from such a source."
"You really think not, Mr. Smith?"
"But these tremblings of the earth that have been felt in
"Yes these tremblings! These tremblings!" repeated Mr. Smith,
shaking his head;" but in the first place, is it certain that there have
been tremblings? At the moment when the flames showed most sharply, I
was on my farm of Wildon, less than a mile from the Great Eyrie. There was
certainly a tumult in the air, but I felt no quivering of the earth."
"But in the reports sent to Mr. Ward —"
"Reports made under the impulse of the panic, "interrupted the mayor of
Morganton." I said nothing of any earth tremors in mine."
"But as to the flames which rose clearly above the crest?"
"Yes, as to those, Mr. Strock, that is different. I saw them; saw them
with my own eyes, and the clouds certainly reflected them for miles around.
Moreover noises certainly came from the crater of the Great Eyrie, hissings,
as if a great boiler were letting off steam."
"You have reliable testimony of this?"
"Yes, the evidence of my own ears."
"And in the midst of this noise, Mr. Smith, did you believe that
you heard that most remarkable of all the phenomena, a sound like
the flapping of great wings?"
"I thought so, Mr. Strock; but what mighty bird could this be,
which sped away after the flames had died down, and what wings could
ever make such tremendous sounds. I therefore seriously question, if
this must not have been a deception of my imagination. The Great Eyrie
a refuge for unknown monsters of the sky! Would they not have been
seen long since, soaring above their immense nest of stone? In
short, there is in all this a mystery which has not yet been solved."
"But we will solve it, Mr. Smith, if you will give me your aid."
"Surely, Mr. Strock; tomorrow we will start our campaign."
"Tomorrow." And on that word the mayor and I separated. I went to
a hotel, and established myself for a stay which might be
indefinitely prolonged. Then having dined, and written to Mr. Ward, I saw
Mr. Smith again in the afternoon, and arranged to leave Morganton with him
Our first purpose was to undertake the ascent of the mountain, with the
aid of two experienced guides. These men had ascended Mt. Mitchell and others
of the highest peaks of the Blueridge. They had never, however, attempted the
Great Eyrie, knowing that its walls of inaccessible cliffs defended it on
every side. Moreover, before the recent startling occurrences the Great Eyrie
had not particularly attracted the attention of tourists. Mr. Smith knew the
two guides personally as men daring, skillful and trustworthy. They would
stop at no obstacle; and we were resolved to follow them
Moreover Mr. Smith remarked at the last that perhaps it was no longer as
difficult as formerly to penetrate within the Great Eyrie.
"And why?" asked I.
"Because a huge block has recently broken away from the mountain
side and perhaps it has left a practicable path or entrance."
"That would be a fortunate chance, Mr. Smith."
"We shall know all about it, Mr. Strock, no later than tomorrow."
"Till tomorrow, then."
THE GREAT EYRIE
The next day at dawn, Elias Smith and I left Morganton by a
road which, winding along the left bank of the Catawba River, led to
the village of Pleasant Garden. The guides accompanied us, Harry Horn,
a man of thirty, and James Bruck, aged twenty-five. They were both natives
of the region, and in constant demand among the tourists who climbed the
peaks of the Blueridge and Cumberland Mountains.
A light wagon with two good horses was provided to carry us to the foot
of the range. It contained provisions for two or three days, beyond which our
trip surely would not be protracted. Mr. Smith had shown himself a generous
provider both in meats and in liquors. As to water the mountain springs would
furnish it in abundance, increased by the heavy rains, frequent in that
region during springtime.
It is needless to add that the Mayor of Morganton in his role of hunter,
had brought along his gun and his dog, Nisko, who gamboled joyously about the
wagon. Nisko, however, was to remain behind at the farm at Wildon, when we
attempted our ascent. He could not possibly follow us to the Great Eyrie with
its cliffs to scale and its crevasses to cross.
The day was beautiful, the fresh air in that climate is still cool of an
April morning. A few fleecy clouds sped rapidly overhead, driven by a light
breeze which swept across the long plains, from the distant Atlantic. The sun
peeping forth at intervals, illumined all the fresh young verdure of the
An entire world animated the woods through which we passed. From before
our equipage fled squirrels, field-mice, parroquets of brilliant colors and
deafening loquacity. Opossums passed in hurried leaps, bearing their young in
their pouches. Myriads of birds were scattered amid the foliage of banyans,
palms, and masses of rhododendrons, so luxuriant that their thickets were
We arrived that evening at Pleasant Garden, where we were
comfortably located for the night with the mayor of the town, a particular
friend of Mr. Smith. Pleasant Garden proved little more than a village;
but its mayor gave us a warm and generous reception, and we
supped pleasantly in his charming home, which stood beneath the shades
of some giant beech-trees.
Naturally the conversation turned upon our attempt to explore
the interior of the Great Eyrie. "You are right," said our host, "until we
all know what is hidden within there, our people will remain uneasy."
"Has nothing new occurred," I asked, "since the last appearance
of flames above the Great Eyrie?"
"Nothing, Mr. Strock. From Pleasant Garden we can see the entire crest
of the mountain. Not a suspicious noise has come down to us. Not a spark has
risen. If a legion of devils is in hiding there, they must have finished
their infernal cookery, and soared away to some other haunt."
"Devils!" cried Mr. Smith. "Well, I hope they have not decamped without
leaving some traces of their occupation, some parings of hoofs or horns or
tails. We shall find them out."
On the morrow, the twenty-ninth of April, we started again at dawn. By
the end of this second day, we expected to reach the farm of Wildon at the
foot of the mountain. The country was much the same as before, except that
our road led more steeply upward. Woods and marshes alternated, though the
latter grew sparser, being drained by the sun as we approached the higher
levels. The country was also less populous. There were only a few little
hamlets, almost lost beneath the beech trees, a few lonely farms, abundantly
watered by the many streams that rushed downward toward the Catawba
The smaller birds and beasts grew yet more numerous. "I am much tempted
to take my gun," said Mr. Smith, "and to go off with Nisko. This will be the
first time that I have passed here without trying my luck with the partridges
and hares. The good beasts will not recognize me. But not only have we plenty
of provisions, but we have a bigger chase on hand today. The chase of a
"And let us hope," added I, "we do not come back
In the afternoon the whole chain of the Blueridge stretched before us at
a distance of only six miles. The mountain crests were sharply outlined
against the clear sky. Well wooded at the base, they grew more bare and
showed only stunted evergreens toward the summit. There the scraggly trees,
grotesquely twisted, gave to the rocky heights a bleak and bizarre
appearance. Here and there the ridge rose in sharp peaks. On our right the
Black Dome, nearly seven thousand feet high, reared its gigantic head,
sparkling at times above the clouds.
"Have you ever climbed that dome, Mr. Smith?" I asked.
"No," answered he, "but I am told that it is a very difficult ascent. A
few mountaineers have climbed it; but they report that it has no outlook
commanding the crater of the Great Eyrie."
"That is so," said the guide, Harry Horn. "I have tried it myself."
"Perhaps," suggested I, "the weather was unfavorable."
"On the contrary, Mr. Strock, it was unusually clear. But the wall
of the Great Eyrie on that side rose so high, it completely hid
"Forward," cried Mr. Smith. "I shall not be sorry to set foot where no
person has ever stepped, or even looked, before."
Certainly on this day the Great Eyrie looked tranquil enough. As
we gazed upon it, there rose from its heights neither smoke nor flame.
Toward five o'clock our expedition halted at the Wildon farm, where the
tenants warmly welcomed their landlord. The farmer assured us that nothing
notable had happened about the Great Eyrie for some time. We supped at a
common table with all the people of the farm; and our sleep that night was
sound and wholly untroubled by premonitions of the future.
On the morrow, before break of day, we set out for the ascent of
the mountain. The height of the Great Eyrie scarce exceeds five
thousand feet. A modest altitude, often surpassed in this section of
the Alleghanies. As we were already more than three thousand feet
above sea level, the fatigue of the ascent could not be great. A few
hours should suffice to bring us to the crest of the crater. Of
course, difficulties might present themselves, precipices to scale,
clefts and breaks in the ridge might necessitate painful and even
dangerous detours. This was the unknown, the spur to our attempt. As I
said, our guides knew no more than we upon this point. What made
me anxious, was, of course, the common report that the Great Eyrie
was wholly inaccessible. But this remained unproven. And then there
was the new chance that a fallen block had left a breach in the
"At last," said Mr. Smith to me, after lighting the first pipe of
the twenty or more which he smoked each day, "we are well started. As
to whether the ascent will take more or less time—"
"In any case, Mr. Smith," interrupted I, "you and I are fully resolved
to pursue our quest to the end."
"Fully resolved, Mr. Strock."
"My chief has charged me to snatch the secret from this demon of
the Great Eyrie."
"We will snatch it from him, willing or unwilling," vowed Mr.
Smith, calling Heaven to witness. "Even if we have to search the very
bowels of the mountain."
"As it may happen, then," said I, "that our excursion will be prolonged
beyond today, it will be well to look to our provisions."
"Be easy, Mr. Strock; our guides have food for two days in
their knapsacks, besides what we carry ourselves. Moreover, though I
left my brave Nisko at the farm, I have my gun. Game will be plentiful
in the woods and gorges of the lower part of the mountain, and perhaps at
the top we shall find a fire to cook it, already lighted."
"Already lighted, Mr. Smith?"
"And why not, Mr. Strock? These flames! These superb flames, which have
so terrified our country folk! Is their fire absolutely cold, is no spark to
be found beneath their ashes? And then, if this is truly a crater, is the
volcano so wholly extinct that we cannot find there a single ember? Bah! This
would be but a poor volcano if it hasn't enough fire even to cook an egg or
roast a potato. Come, I repeat, we shall see! We shall see!"
At that point of the investigation I had, I confess, no opinion formed.
I had my orders to examine the Great Eyrie. If it proved harmless, I would
announce it, and people would be reassured. But at heart, I must admit, I had
the very natural desire of a man possessed by the demon of curiosity. I
should be glad, both for my own sake, and for the renown which would attach
to my mission if the Great Eyrie proved the center of the most remarkable
phenomena—of which I would discover the cause.
Our ascent began in this order. The two guides went in front to seek out
the most practicable paths. Elias Smith and I followed more leisurely. We
mounted by a narrow and not very steep gorge amid rocks and trees. A tiny
stream trickled downward under our feet. During the rainy season or after a
heavy shower, the water doubtless bounded from rock to rock in tumultuous
cascades. But it evidently was fed only by the rain, for now we could
scarcely trace its course. It could not be the outlet of any lake within the
After an hour of climbing, the slope became so steep that we had
to turn, now to the right, now to the left; and our progress was
much delayed. Soon the gorge became wholly impracticable; its
cliff-like sides offered no sufficient foothold. We had to cling by branches,
to crawl upon our knees. At this rate the top would not be reached before
"Faith!" cried Mr. Smith, stopping for breath, "I realize why
the climbers of the Great Eyrie have been few, so few, that it has
never been ascended within my knowledge."
"The fact is," I responded, "that it would be much toil for very little
profit. And if we had not special reasons to persist in our attempt"
"You never said a truer word," declared Harry Horn. "My comrade and
I have scaled the Black Dome several times, but we never met
such obstacles as these."
"The difficulties seem almost impassable," added James Bruck.
The question now was to determine to which side we should turn for a new
route; to right, as to left, arose impenetrable masses of trees and bushes.
In truth even the scaling of cliffs would have been more easy. Perhaps if we
could get above this wooded slope we could advance with surer foot. Now, we
could only go ahead blindly, and trust to the instincts of our two guides.
James Bruck was especially useful. I believe that that gallant lad would have
equaled a monkey in lightness and a wild goat in agility. Unfortunately,
neither Elias Smith nor I was able to climb where he could.
However, when it is a matter of real need with me, I trust I shall never
be backward, being resolute by nature and well-trained in bodily exercise.
Where James Bruck went, I was determined to go, also; though it might cost me
some uncomfortable falls. But it was not the same with the first magistrate
of Morganton, less young, less vigorous, larger, stouter, and less persistent
than we others. Plainly he made every effort, not to retard our progress, but
he panted like a seal, and soon I insisted on his stopping to rest.
In short, it was evident that the ascent of the Great Eyrie
would require far more time than we had estimated. We had expected to
reach the foot of the rocky wall before eleven o'clock, but we now saw
that mid-day would still find us several hundred feet below it.
Toward ten o'clock, after repeated attempts to discover some
more practicable route, after numberless turnings and returnings, one
of the guides gave the signal to halt. We found ourselves at last on
the upper border of the heavy wood. The trees, more thinly
spaced, permitted us a glimpse upward to the base of the rocky wall
which constituted the true Great Eyrie.
"Whew!" exclaimed Mr. Smith, leaning against a mighty pine tree,
"a little respite, a little repose, and even a little repast would not go
"We will rest an hour," said I.
"Yes; after working our lungs and our legs, we will make our
We were all agreed on this point. A rest would certainty freshen us. Our
only cause for inquietude was now the appearance of the precipitous slope
above us. We looked up toward one of those bare strips called in that region,
slides. Amid this loose earth, these yielding stones, and these abrupt rocks
there was no roadway.
Harry Horn said to his comrade, "It will not be easy."
"Perhaps impossible," responded Bruck.
Their comments caused me secret uneasiness. If I returned without even
having scaled the mountain, my mission would be a complete failure, without
speaking of the torture to my curiosity. And when I stood again before Mr.
Ward, shamed and confused, I should cut but a sorry figure.
We opened our knapsacks and lunched moderately on bread and cold meat.
Our repast finished, in less than half an hour, Mr. Smith sprang up eager to
push forward once more. James Bruck took the lead; and we had only to follow
him as best we could.
We advanced slowly. Our guides did not attempt to conceal their
doubt and hesitation. Soon Horn left us and went far ahead to spy out
which road promised most chance of success.
Twenty minutes later he returned and led us onward toward the northwest.
It was on this side that the Black Dome rose at a distance of three or four
miles. Our path was still difficult and painful, amid the sliding stones,
held in place only occasionally by wiry bushes. At length after a weary
struggle, we gained some two hundred feet further upward and found ourselves
facing a great gash, which, broke the earth at this spot. Here and there were
scattered roots recently uptorn, branches broken off, huge stones reduced
to powder, as if an avalanche had rushed down this flank of the
"That must be the path taken by the huge block which broke away from the
Great Eyrie," commented James Bruck.
"No doubt," answered Mr. Smith, "and I think we had better follow
the road that it has made for us."
It was indeed this gash that Harry Horn had selected for our ascent. Our
feet found lodgment in the firmer earth which had resisted the passage of the
monster rock. Our task thus became much easier, and our progress was in a
straight line upward, so that toward half past eleven we reached the upper
border of the "slide."
Before us, less than a hundred feet away, but towering a hundred
feet straight upwards in the air rose the rocky wall which formed
the final crest, the last defence of the Great Eyrie.
From this side, the summit of the wall showed capriciously
irregular, rising in rude towers and jagged needles. At one point the
outline appeared to be an enormous eagle silhouetted against the sky,
just ready to take flight. Upon this side, at least, the precipice
"Rest a minute," said Mr. Smith, "and we will see if it is possible to
make our way around the base of this cliff."
"At any rate," said Harry Horn, "the great block must have fallen from
this part of the cliff; and it has left no breach for entering."
They were both right; we must seek entrance elsewhere. After a rest of
ten minutes, we clambered up close to the foot of the wall, and began to make
a circuit of its base.
Assuredly the Great Eyrie now took on to my eyes an aspect
absolutely fantastic. Its heights seemed peopled by dragons and huge
monsters. If chimeras, griffins, and all the creations of mythology
had appeared to guard it, I should have been scarcely surprised.
With great difficulty and not without danger we continued our tour
of this circumvallation, where it seemed that nature had worked as
man does, with careful regularity. Nowhere was there any break in
the fortification; nowhere a fault in the strata by which one
might clamber up. Always this mighty wall, a hundred feet in height!
After an hour and a half of this laborious circuit, we regained
our starting-place. I could not conceal my disappointment, and Mr.
Smith was not less chagrined than I.
"A thousand devils!" cried he, "we know no better than before what
is inside this confounded Great Eyrie, nor even if it is a crater."
"Volcano, or not," said I, "there are no suspicious noises now; neither
smoke nor flame rises above it; nothing whatever threatens
This was true. A profound silence reigned around us; and a
perfectly clear sky shone overhead. We tasted the perfect calm of
It was worth noting that the circumference of the huge wall was
about twelve or fifteen hundred feet. As to the space enclosed within,
we could scarce reckon that without knowing the thickness of
the encompassing wall. The surroundings were absolutely deserted. Probably
not a living creature ever mounted to this height, except the few birds of
prey which soared high above us.
Our watches showed three o'clock, and Mr. Smith cried in disgust, "What
is the use of stopping here all day! We shall learn nothing more. We must
make a start, Mr. Strock, if we want to get back to Pleasant Garden
I made no answer, and did not move from where I was seated; so he called
again, "Come, Mr. Strock; you don't answer."
In truth, it cut me deeply to abandon our effort, to descend the slope
without having achieved my mission. I felt an imperious need of persisting;
my curiosity had redoubled. But what could I do? Could I tear open this
unyielding earth? Overleap the mighty cliff? Throwing one last defiant glare
at the Great Eyrie, I followed my companions.
The return was effected without great difficulty. We had only to slide
down where we had so laboriously scrambled up. Before five o'clock we
descended the last slopes of the mountain, and the farmer of Wildon welcomed
us to a much needed meal.
"Then you didn't get inside?" said he.
"No," responded Mr. Smith, "and I believe that the inside exists only in
the imagination of our country folk."
At half past eight our carriage drew up before the house of the Mayor of
Pleasant Garden, where we passed the night. While I strove vainly to sleep, I
asked myself if I should not stop there in the village and organize a new
ascent. But what better chance had it of succeeding than the first? The
wisest course was, doubtless, to return to Washington and consult Mr.
So, the next day, having rewarded our two guides, I took leave of
Mr. Smith at Morganton, and that same evening left by train
A MEETING OF THE AUTOMOBILE CLUB
Was the mystery of the Great Eyrie to be solved some day by
chances beyond our imagining? That was known only to the future. And was
the solution a matter of the first importance? That was beyond
doubt, since the safety of the people of western Carolina perhaps
depended upon it.
Yet a fortnight after my return to Washington, public attention
was wholly distracted from this problem by another very different
in nature, but equally astonishing.
Toward the middle of that month of May the newspapers of
Pennsylvania informed their readers of some strange occurrences in different
parts of the state. On the roads which radiated from Philadelphia,
the chief city, there circulated an extraordinary vehicle, of which no one
could describe the form, or the nature, or even the size, so rapidly did it
rush past. It was an automobile; all were agreed on that. But as to what
motor drove it, only imagination could say; and when the popular imagination
is aroused, what limit is there to its hypotheses?
At that period the most improved automobiles, whether driven by steam,
gasoline, or electricity, could not accomplish much more than sixty miles an
hour, a speed that the railroads, with their most rapid expresses, scarce
exceed on the best lines of America and Europe. Now, this new automobile
which was astonishing the world, traveled at more than double this
It is needless to add that such a rate constituted an extreme danger on
the highroads, as much so for vehicles, as for pedestrians. This rushing
mass, coming like a thunder-bolt, preceded by a formidable rumbling, caused a
whirlwind, which tore the branches from the trees along the road, terrified
the animals browsing in adjoining fields, and scattered and killed the birds,
which could not resist the suction of the tremendous air currents engendered
by its passage.
And, a bizarre detail to which the newspapers drew particular attention,
the surface of the roads was scarcely even scratched by the wheels of the
apparition, which left behind it no such ruts as are usually made by heavy
vehicles. At most there was a light touch, a mere brushing of the dust. It
was only the tremendous speed which raised behind the vehicle such whirlwinds
"It is probable," commented the New Fork Herald, "that the
extreme rapidity of motion destroys the weight."
Naturally there were protests from all sides. It was impossible
to permit the mad speed of this apparition which threatened to
overthrow and destroy everything in its passage, equipages and people. But
how could it be stopped? No one knew to whom the vehicle belonged,
nor whence it came, nor whither it went. It was seen but for an instant as
it darted forward like a bullet in its dizzy flight. How could one seize a
cannon-ball in the air, as it leaped from the mouth of the gun?
I repeat, there was no evidence as to the character of the
propelling engine. It left behind it no smoke, no steam, no odor of gasoline,
or any other oil. It seemed probable, therefore, that the vehicle ran
by electricity, and that its accumulators were of an unknown model, using
some unknown fluid.
The public imagination, highly excited, readily accepted every sort of
rumor about this mysterious automobile. It was said to be a supernatural car.
It was driven by a specter, by one of the chauffeurs of hell, a goblin from
another world, a monster escaped from some mythological menagerie, in short,
the devil in person, who could defy all human intervention, having at his
command invisible and infinite satanic powers.
But even Satan himself had no right to run at such speed over the roads
of the United States without a special permit, without a number on his car,
and without a regular license. And it was certain that not a single
municipality had given him permission to go two hundred miles an hour. Public
security demanded that some means be found to unmask the secret of this
Moreover, it was not only Pennsylvania that served as the theater of his
sportive eccentricities. The police reported his appearance in other states;
in Kentucky near Frankfort; in Ohio near Columbus; in Tennessee near
Nashville; in Missouri near Jefferson; and finally in Illinois in the
neighborhood of Chicago.
The alarm having been given, it became the duty of the authorities
to take steps against this public danger. To arrest or even to halt
an apparition moving at such speed was scarcely practicable. A better way
would be to erect across the roads solid gateways with which the flying
machine must come in contact sooner or later, and be smashed into a thousand
"Nonsense!" declared the incredulous. "This madman would know well how
to circle around such obstructions."
"And if necessary," added others," the machine would leap over
"And if he is indeed the devil, he has, as a former angel,
presumably preserved his wings, and so he will take to flight."
But this last was but the suggestion of foolish old gossips who did not
stop to study the matter. For if the King of Hades possessed a pair of wings,
why did he obstinately persist in running around on the earth at the risk of
crushing his own subjects, when he might more easily have hurled himself
through space as free as a bird.
Such was the situation when, in the last week of May, a fresh
event occurred, which seemed to show that the United States was
indeed helpless in the hands of some unapproachable monster. And after
the New World, would not the Old in its turn, be desecrated by the
mad career of this remarkable automobilist?
The following occurrence was reported in all the newspapers of
the Union, and with what comments and outcries it is easy to imagine.
A race was to be held by the automobile Club of Wisconsin, over
the roads of that state of which Madison is the capital. The route
laid out formed an excellent track, about two hundred miles in
length, starting from Prairie-du-chien on the western frontier, passing
by Madison and ending a little above Milwaukee on the borders of
Lake Michigan. Except for the Japanese road between Nikko and
Namode, bordered by giant cypresses, there is no better track in the
world than this of Wisconsin. It runs straight and level as an arrow
for sometimes fifty miles at a stretch. Many and noted were the
machines entered for this great race. Every kind of motor vehicle
was permitted to compete, even motorcycles, as well as automobiles.
The machines were of all makes and nationalities. The sum of the different
prizes reached fifty thousand dollars, so that the race was sure to be
desperately contested. New records were expected to be made.
Calculating on the maximum speed hitherto attained, of perhaps
eighty miles an hour, this international contest covering two hundred
miles would last about three hours. And, to avoid all danger, the
state authorities of Wisconsin had forbidden all other traffic
between Prairie-du-chien and Milwaukee during three hours on the morning
of the thirtieth of May. Thus, if there were any accidents, those
who suffered would be themselves to blame.
There was an enormous crowd; and it was not composed only of the people
of Wisconsin. Many thousands gathered from the neighboring states of
Illinois, Michigan, Iowa, Indiana, and even from New York. Among the
sportsmen assembled were many foreigners, English, French, Germans and
Austrians, each nationality, of course, supporting the chauffeurs of its
land. Moreover, as this was the United States, the country of the greatest
gamblers of the world, bets were made of every sort and of enormous
The start was to be made at eight o'clock in the morning; and to avoid
crowding and the accidents which must result from it, the automobiles were to
follow each other at two minute intervals, along the roads whose borders were
black with spectators.
The first ten racers, numbered by lot, were dispatched between
eight o'clock and twenty minutes past. Unless there was some
disastrous accident, some of these machines would surely arrive at the goal
by eleven o'clock. The others followed in order.
An hour and a half had passed. There remained but a single contestant at
Prairie-du-chien. Word was sent back and forth by telephone every five
minutes as to the order of the racers. Midway between Madison and Milwaukee,
the lead was held by a machine of Renault brothers, four cylindered, of
twenty horsepower, and with Michelin tires. It was closely followed by a
Harvard-Watson car and by a Dion-Bouton. Some accidents had already occurred,
other machines were hopelessly behind. Not more than a dozen would contest
the finish. Several chauffeurs had been injured, but not seriously. And even
had they been killed, the death of men is but a detail, not considered
of great importance in that astonishing country of America.
Naturally the excitement became more intense as one approached
the finishing line near Milwaukee. There were assembled the most
curious, the most interested; and there the passions of the moment
were unchained. By ten o'clock it was evident, that the first
prize, twenty thousand dollars, lay between five machines, two American,
two French, and one English. Imagine, therefore, the fury with which
bets were being made under the influence of national pride. The
regular book makers could scarcely meet the demands of those who wished
to wager. Offers and amounts were hurled from lip to lip with
feverish rapidity. "One to three on the Harvard-Watson!"
"One to two on the Dion-Bouton!"
"Even money on the Renault!"
These cries rang along the line of spectators at each new announcement
from the telephones.
Suddenly at half-past nine by the town clock of Prairie-du-chien,
two miles beyond that town was heard a tremendous noise and rumbling which
proceeded from the midst of a flying cloud of dust accompanied by shrieks
like those of a naval siren.
Scarcely had the crowds time to draw to one side, to escape
a destruction which would have included hundreds of victims. The
cloud swept by like a hurricane. No one could distinguish what it was
that passed with such speed. There was no exaggeration in saying that
its rate was at least one hundred and fifty miles an hour.
The apparition passed and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind it a
long train of white dust, as an express locomotive leaves behind a train of
smoke. Evidently it was an automobile with a most extraordinary motor. If it
maintained this arrow-like speed, it would reach the contestants in the
fore-front of the race; it would pass them with this speed double their own;
it would arrive first at the goal.
And then from all parts arose an uproar, as soon as the spectators had
nothing more to fear.
"It is that infernal machine."
"Yes; the one the police cannot stop."
"But it has not been heard of for a fortnight."
"It was supposed to be done for, destroyed, gone forever."
"It is a devil's car, driven by hellfire, and with Satan driving!"
In truth, if he were not the devil, who could this mysterious chauffeur
be, driving with this unbelievable velocity, his no less mysterious machine?
At least it was beyond doubt that this was the same machine which had already
attracted so much attention. If the police believed that they had frightened
it away, that it was never to be, heard of more, well, the police were
mistaken which happens in America as elsewhere.
The first stunned moment of surprise having passed, many people rushed
to the telephones to warn those further along the route of the danger which
menaced, not only the people, but also the automobiles scattered along the
When this terrible madman arrived like an avalanche they would
be smashed to pieces, ground into powder, annihilated!
And from the collision might not the destroyer himself emerge safe and
sound? He must be so adroit, this chauffeur of chauffeurs, he must handle his
machine with such perfection of eye and hand, that he knew, no doubt, how to
escape from every situation. Fortunately the Wisconsin authorities had taken
such precautions that the road would be clear except for contesting
automobiles. But what right had this machine among them!
And what said the racers themselves, who, warned by telephone, had
to sheer aside from the road in their struggle for the grand prize?
By their estimate, this amazing vehicle was going at least one hundred and
thirty miles an hour. Fast as was their speed, it shot by them at such a rate
that they could hardly make out even the shape of the machine, a sort of
lengthened spindle, probably not over thirty feet long. Its wheels spun with
such velocity that they could scarce be seen. For the rest, the machine left
behind it neither smoke nor scent.
As for the driver, hidden in the interior of his machine, he had
been quite invisible. He remained as unknown as when he had first
appeared on the various roads throughout the country.
Milwaukee was promptly warned of the coming of this interloper.
Fancy the excitement the news caused! The immediate purpose agreed upon
was to stop this projectile, to erect across its route an obstacle against
which it would smash into a thousand pieces. But was there time? Would not
the machine appear at any moment? And what need was there, since the track
ended on the edge of Lake Michigan, and so the vehicle would be forced to
stop there anyway, unless its supernatural driver could ride the water as
well as the land.
Here, also, as all along the route, the most extravagant
suggestions were offered. Even those who would not admit that the
mysterious chauffeur must be Satan in person allowed that he might be
some monster escaped from the fantastic visions of the Apocalypse.
And now there were no longer minutes to wait. Any second might bring the
It was not yet eleven o'clock when a rumbling was heard far down
the track, and the dust rose in violent whirlwinds. Harsh
whistlings shrieked through the air warning all to give passage to the
It did not slacken speed at the finish. Lake Michigan was not half
a mile beyond, and the machine must certainly be hurled into the
water! Could it be that the mechanician was no longer master of
There could be little doubt of it. Like a shooting star, the
vehicle flashed through Milwaukee. When it had passed the city, would
it plunge itself to destruction in the waters of Lake Michigan?
At any rate when it disappeared at a slight bend in the road no
trace was to be found of its passage.
ALONG THE SHORES OF NEW ENGLAND
At the time when the newspapers were filled with these reports, I
was again in Washington. On my return I had presented myself at my chief's
office, but had been unable to see him. Family affairs had suddenly called
him away, to be absent some weeks. Mr. Ward, however, undoubtedly knew of the
failure of my mission. The newspapers, especially those of North Carolina,
had given full details of our ascent of the Great Eyrie.
Naturally, I was much annoyed by this delay which further fretted
my restless curiosity. I could turn to no other plans for the
future. Could I give up the hope of learning the secret of the Great
Eyrie? No! I would return to the attack a dozen times if necessary,
and despite every failure.
Surely, the winning of access within those walls was not a task beyond
human power. A scaffolding might be raised to the summit of the cliff; or a
tunnel might be pierced through its depth. Our engineers met problems more
difficult every day. But in this case it was necessary to consider the
expense, which might easily grow out of proportion to the advantages to be
gained. A tunnel would cost many thousand dollars, and what good would it
accomplish beyond satisfying the public curiosity and my own?
My personal resources were wholly insufficient for the achievement. Mr.
Ward, who held the government's funds, was away. I even thought of trying to
interest some millionaire. Oh, if I could but have promised one of them some
gold or silver mines within the mountain! But such an hypothesis was not
admissible. The chain of the Appalachians is not situated in a gold bearing
region like that of the Pacific mountains, the Transvaal, or Australia.
It was not until the fifteenth of June that Mr. Ward returned to duty.
Despite my lack of success he received me warmly. "Here is our poor Strock!"
cried he, at my entrance. "Our poor Strock, who has failed!"
"No more, Mr. Ward, than if you had charged me to investigate
the surface of the moon," answered I. "We found ourselves face to
face with purely natural obstacles insurmountable with the forces then
at our command."
"I do not doubt that, Strock, I do not doubt that in the
least. Nevertheless, the fact remains that you have discovered nothing
of what is going on within the Great Eyrie."
"Nothing, Mr. Ward."
"You saw no sign of fire?"
"And you heard no suspicious noises whatever?"
"Then it is still uncertain if there is really a volcano there?"
"Still uncertain, Mr. Ward. But if it is there, we have good reason to
believe that it has sunk into a profound sleep."
"Still," returned Mr. Ward, "there is nothing to show that it will not
wake up again any day, Strock. It is not enough that a volcano should sleep,
it must be absolutely extinguished unless indeed all these threatening rumors
have been born solely in the Carolinian imagination."
"That is not possible, sir," I said. "Both Mr. Smith, the mayor
of Morganton and his friend the mayor of Pleasant Garden, are
reliable men. And they speak from their own knowledge in this matter.
Flames have certainly risen above the Great Eyrie. Strange noises
have issued from it. There can be no doubt whatever of the reality
of these phenomena."
"Granted," declared Mr. Ward. "I admit that the evidence
is unassailable. So the deduction to be drawn is that the Great Eyrie has
not yet given up its secret."
"If we are determined to know it, Mr. Ward, the solution is only
a solution of expense. Pickaxes and dynamite would soon conquer
"No doubt," responded the chief, "but such an undertaking hardly seems
justified, since the mountain is now quiet. We will wait awhile and perhaps
nature herself will disclose her mystery."
"Mr. Ward, believe me that I regret deeply that I have been unable
to solve the problem you entrusted to me," I said.
"Nonsense! Do not upset yourself, Strock. Take your
defeat philosophically. We cannot always be successful, even in the
police. How many criminals escape us! I believe we should never capture
one of them, if they were a little more intelligent and less
imprudent, and if they did not compromise themselves so stupidly. Nothing,
it seems to me, would be easier than to plan a crime, a theft or
an assassination, and to execute it without arousing any suspicions,
or leaving any traces to be followed. You understand, Strock, I do
not want to give our criminals lessons; I much prefer to have them
remain as they are. Nevertheless there are many whom the police will
never be able to track down."
On this matter I shared absolutely the opinion of my chief. It is among
rascals that one finds the most fools. For this very reason I had been much
surprised that none of the authorities had been able to throw any light upon
the recent performances of the "demon automobile." And when Mr. Ward brought
up this subject, I did not conceal from him my astonishment.
He pointed out that the vehicle was practically unpursuable; that in its
earlier appearances, it had apparently vanished from all roads even before a
telephone message could be sent ahead. Active and numerous police agents had
been spread throughout the country, but no one of them had encountered the
delinquent. He did not move continuously from place to place, even at his
amazing speed, but seemed to appear only for a moment and then to vanish into
thin air. True, he had at length remained visible along the entire route
from Prairie-du-Chien to Milwaukee, and he had covered in less than
an hour and a half this track of two hundred miles.
But since then, there had been no news whatever of the machine. Arrived
at the end of the route, driven onward by its own impetus, unable to stop,
had it indeed been engulfed within the waters of Lake Michigan? Must we
conclude that the machine and its driver had both perished, that there was no
longer any danger to be feared from either? The great majority of the public
refused to accept this conclusion. They fully expected the machine to
Mr. Ward frankly admitted that the whole matter seemed to him
most extraordinary; and I shared his view. Assuredly if this
infernal chauffeur did not return, his apparition would have to be
placed among those superhuman mysteries which it is not given to man
We had fully discussed this affair, the chief and I; and I thought that
our interview was at an end, when, after pacing the room for a few moments,
he said abruptly, "Yes, what happened there at Milwaukee was very strange.
But here is something no less so!"
With this he handed me a report which he had received from Boston, on a
subject of which the evening papers had just begun to apprise their readers.
While I read it, Mr. Ward was summoned from the room. I seated myself by the
window and studied with extreme attention the matter of the report.
For some days the waters along the coast of Maine, Connecticut,
and Massachusetts had been the scene of an appearance which no one
could exactly describe. A moving body would appear amid the waters,
some two or three miles off shore, and go through rapid evolutions.
It would flash for a while back and forth among the waves and then
dart out of sight.
The body moved with such lightning speed that the best telescopes could
hardly follow it. Its length did not seem to exceed thirty feet. Its
cigar-shaped form and greenish color, made it difficult to distinguish
against the background of the ocean. It had been most frequently observed
along the coast between Cape Cod and Nova Scotia. From Providence, from
Boston, from Portsmouth, and from Portland motor boats and steam launches had
repeatedly attempted to approach this moving body and even to give it chase.
They could not get anywhere near it. Pursuit seemed useless. It darted like
an arrow beyond the range of view.
Naturally, widely differing opinions were held as to the nature of this
object. But no hypothesis rested on any secure basis. Seamen were as much at
a loss as others. At first sailors thought it must be some great fish, like a
whale. But it is well known that all these animals come to the surface with a
certain regularity to breathe, and spout up columns of mingled air and water.
Now, this strange animal, if it was an animal, had never "blown" as the
whalers say; nor, had it ever made any noises of breathing. Yet if it were
not one of these huge marine mammals, how was this unknown monster to be
classed? Did it belong among the legendary dwellers in the deep, the krakens,
the octopuses, the leviathans, the famous sea-serpents?
At any rate, since this monster, whatever it was, had appeared along the
New England shores, the little fishing-smacks and pleasure boats dared not
venture forth. Wherever it appeared the boats fled to the nearest harbor, as
was but prudent. If the animal was of a ferocious character, none cared to
await its attack.
As to the large ships and coast steamers, they had nothing to fear from
any monster, whale or otherwise. Several of them had seen this creature at a
distance of some miles. But when they attempted to approach, it fled rapidly
away. One day, even, a fast United States gun boat went out from Boston, if
not to pursue the monster, at least to send after it a few cannon shot.
Almost instantly the animal disappeared, and the attempt was vain. As yet,
however, the monster had shown no intention of attacking either boats or
At this moment Mr. Ward returned and I interrupted my reading to
say, "There seems as yet no reason to complain of this sea-serpent.
It flees before big ships. It does not pursue little ones. Feeling
and intelligence are not very strong in fishes."
"Yet their emotions exist, Strock, and if strongly aroused—"
"But, Mr. Ward, the beast seems not at all dangerous. One of two things
will happen. Either it will presently quit these coasts, or finally it will
be captured and we shall be able to study it at our leisure here in the
museum of Washington."
"And if it is not a marine animal?" asked Mr. Ward.
"What else can it be?" I protested in surprise.
"Finish your reading," said Mr. Ward.
I did so; and found that in the second part of the report, my chief had
underlined some passages in red pencil.
For some time no one had doubted that this was an animal; and that, if
it were vigorously pursued, it would at last be driven from our shores. But a
change of opinion had come about. People began to ask if, instead of a fish,
this were not some new and remarkable kind of boat.
Certainly in that case its engine must be one of amazing power. Perhaps
the inventor before selling the secret of his invention, sought to attract
public attention and to astound the maritime world. Such surety in the
movements of his boat, grace in its every evolution, such ease in defying
pursuit by its arrow-like speed, surely, these were enough to arouse
At that time great progress had been made in the manufacture of marine
engines. Huge transatlantic steamers completed the ocean passage in five
days. And the engineers had not yet spoken their last word. Neither were the
navies of the world behind. The cruisers, the torpedo boats, the
torpedo-destroyers, could match the swiftest steamers of the Atlantic and
Pacific, or of the Indian trade.
If, however, this were a boat of some new design, there had as yet been
no opportunity to observe its form. As to the engines which drove it, they
must be of a power far beyond the fastest known. By what force they worked,
was equally a problem. Since the boat had no sails, it was not driven by the
wind; and since it had no smoke-stack, it was not driven by steam.
At this point in the report, I again paused in my reading and considered
the comment I wished to make.
"What are you puzzling over, Strock?" demanded my chief.
"It is this, Mr. Ward; the motive power of this so-called boat must be
as tremendous and as unknown as that of the remarkable automobile which has
so amazed us all."
"So that is your idea, is it, Strock?"
"Yes, Mr. Ward."
There was but one conclusion to be drawn. If the mysterious
chauffeur had disappeared, if he had perished with his machine in
Lake Michigan, it was equally important now to win the secret of this
no less mysterious navigator. And it must be won before he in his
turn plunged into the abyss of the ocean. Was it not the interest of
the inventor to disclose his invention? Would not the American
government or any other give him any price he chose to ask?
Yet unfortunately, since the inventor of the terrestrial apparition had
persisted in preserving his incognito, was it not to be feared that the
inventor of the marine apparition would equally preserve his? Even if the
first machine still existed, it was no longer heard from; and would not the
second, in the same way, after having disclosed its powers, disappear in its
turn, without a single trace?
What gave weight to this probability was that since the arrival of this
report at Washington twenty-four hours before, the presence of the
extraordinary boat hadn't been announced from anywhere along the shore.
Neither had it been seen on any other coast. Though, of course, the assertion
that it would not reappear at all would have been hazardous, to say the
I noted another interesting and possibly important point. It was
a singular coincidence which indeed Mr. Ward suggested to me, at the same
moment that I was considering it. This was that only after the disappearance
of the wonderful automobile had the no less wonderful boat come into view.
Moreover, their engines both possessed a most dangerous power of locomotion.
If both should go rushing at the same time over the face of the world, the
same danger would threaten mankind everywhere, in boats, in vehicles, and on
foot. Therefore it was absolutely necessary that the police should in some
manner interfere to protect the public ways of travel.
That is what Mr. Ward pointed out to me; and our duty was obvious. But
how could we accomplish this task? We discussed the matter for some time; and
I was just about to leave when Mr. Ward made one last suggestion.
"Have you not observed, Strock," said he, "that there is a sort
of fantastic resemblance between the general appearance of this boat
and this automobile?"
"There is something of the sort, Mr. Ward."
"Well, is it not possible that the two are one?"
THE FIRST LETTER
After leaving Mr. Ward I returned to my home in Long Street. There
I had plenty of time to consider this strange case uninterrupted by either
wife or children. My household consisted solely of an ancient servant, who
having been formerly in the service of my mother, had now continued for
fifteen years in mine.
Two months before I had obtained a leave of absence. It had still
two weeks to run, unless indeed some unforeseen circumstance
interrupted it, some mission which could not be delayed. This leave, as I
have shown, had already been interrupted for four days by my
exploration of the Great Eyrie.
And now was it not my duty to abandon my vacation, and endeavor to throw
light upon the remarkable events of which the road to Milwaukee and the shore
of New England had been in turn the scene? I would have given much to solve
the twin mysteries, but how was it possible to follow the track of this
automobile or this boat?
Seated in my easy chair after breakfast, with my pipe lighted, I opened
my newspaper. To what should I turn? Politics interested me but little, with
its eternal strife between the Republicans and the Democrats. Neither did I
care for the news of society, nor for the sporting page. You will not be
surprised, then, that my first idea was to see if there was any news from
North Carolina about the Great Eyrie. There was little hope of this, however,
for Mr. Smith had promised to telegraph me at once if anything occurred. I
felt quite sure that the mayor of Morganton was as eager for information and
as watchful as could have been myself. The paper told me nothing new.
It dropped idly from my hand; and I remained deep in thought.
What most frequently recurred to me was the suggestion of Mr. Ward that
perhaps the automobile and the boat which had attracted our attention were in
reality one and the same. Very probably, at least, the two machines had been
built by the same hand. And beyond doubt, these were similar engines, which
generated this remarkable speed, more than doubling the previous records of
earth and sea.
"The same inventor!" repeated I.
Evidently this hypothesis had strong grounds. The fact that the
two machines had not yet appeared at the same time added weight to
the idea. I murmured to myself, "After the mystery of Great Eyrie,
comes that of Milwaukee and Boston. Will this new problem be as
difficult to solve as was the other?"
I noted idly that this new affair had a general resemblance to
the other, since both menaced the security of the general public. To
be sure, only the inhabitants of the Blueridge region had been in
danger from an eruption or possible earthquake at Great Eyrie. While now,
on every road of the United States, or along every league of its
coasts and harbors, every inhabitant was in danger from this vehicle or
this boat, with its sudden appearance and insane speed.
I found that, as was to be expected, the newspapers not only suggested,
but enlarged upon the dangers of the case. Timid people everywhere were much
alarmed. My old servant, naturally credulous and superstitious, was
particularly upset. That same day after dinner, as she was clearing away the
things, she stopped before me, a water bottle in one hand, the serviette in
the other, and asked anxiously, "Is there no news, sir?"
"None," I answered, knowing well to what she referred.
"The automobile has not come back?"
"Nor the boat?"
"Nor the boat There is no news even-in the best informed papers."
"But—your secret police information?"
"We are no wiser."
"Then, sir, if you please, of what use are the police?"
It is a question which has phased me more than once.
"Now you see what will happen," continued the old
housekeeper, complainingly, "Some fine morning, he will come without warning,
this terrible chauffeur, and rush down our street here, and kill us
"Good! When that happens, there will be some chance of catching him."
"He will never be arrested, sir."
"Because he is the devil himself, and you can't arrest the devil!"
Decidedly, thought I, the devil has many uses; and if he did not exist
we would have to invent him, to give people some way of explaining the
inexplicable. It was he who lit the flames of the Great Eyrie. It was he who
smashed the record in the Wisconsin race. It is he who is scurrying along the
shores of Connecticut and Massachusetts. But putting to one side this evil
spirit who is so necessary, for the convenience of the ignorant, there was no
doubt that we were facing a most bewildering problem. Had both of
these machines disappeared forever? They had passed like a meteor, like
a star shooting through space; and in a hundred years the adventure would
become a legend, much to the taste of the gossips of the next century.
For several days the newspapers of America and even those of
Europe continued to discuss these events. Editorials crowded
upon editorials. Rumors were added to rumors. Story tellers of every
kind crowded to the front. The public of two continents was interested.
In some parts of Europe there was even jealousy that America should
have been chosen as the field of such an experience. If these
marvelous inventors were American, then their country, their army and
navy, would have a great advantage over others. The United States
might acquire an incontestable superiority.
Under the date of the tenth of June, a New York paper published
a carefully studied article on this phase of the subject. Comparing
the speed of the swiftest known vessels with the smallest minimum of speed
which could possibly be assigned to the new boat, the article demonstrated
that if the United States secured this secret, Europe would be but three days
away from her, while she would still be five days from Europe.
If our own police had searched diligently to discover the mystery of the
Great Eyrie, the secret service of every country in the world was now
interested in these new problems.
Mr. Ward referred to the matter each time I saw him. Our chat
would begin by his rallying me about my ill-success in Carolina, and
I would respond by reminding him that success there was only a question of
"Never mind, my good Strock," said he, "there will come a chance for our
clever inspector to regain his laurels. Take now this affair of the
automobile and the boat. If you could clear that up in advance of all the
detectives of the world, what an honor it would be to our department! What
glory for you!"
"It certainly would, Mr. Ward. And if you put the matter in
"Who knows, Strock? Let us wait a while! Let us wait!"
Matters stood thus when, on the morning of June fifteenth, my
old servant brought me a letter from the letter-carrier, a
registered letter for which I had to sign. I looked at the address. I did
not know the handwriting. The postmark, dating from two days before,
was stamped at the post office of Morganton.
Morganton! Here at last was, no doubt, news from Mr. Elias Smith.
"Yes!" exclaimed I, speaking to my old servant, for lack of another," it
must be from Mr. Smith at last. I know no one else in Morganton. And if he
writes he has news!"
"Morganton?" said the old woman, "isn't that the place where the demons
set fire to their mountain?"
"Oh, sir! I hope you don't mean to go back there!"
"Because you will end by being burned up in that furnace of the
Great Eyrie. And I wouldn't want you buried that way, sir."
"Cheer up, and let us see if it is not better news than that."
The envelope was sealed with red sealing wax, and stamped with a sort of
coat of arms, surmounted with three stars. The paper was thick and very
strong. I broke the envelope and drew out a letter. It was a single sheet,
folded in four, and written on one side only. My first glance was for the
There was no signature! Nothing but three initials at the end of
the last line!
"The letter is not from the Mayor of Morganton," said I.
"Then from whom?" asked the old servant, doubly curious in her quality
as a woman and as an old gossip.
Looking again at the three initials of the signature, I said, "I know no
one for whom these letters would stand; neither at Morganton
The hand-writing was bold. Both up strokes and down strokes very sharp,
about twenty lines in all. Here is the letter, of which I, with good reason,
retained an exact copy. It was dated, to my extreme stupefaction, from that
mysterious Great Eyrie:
Great Eyrie, Blueridge Mtns,
To Mr. Strock: North Carolina, June 13th.
Chief Inspector of Police,
34 Long St., Washington, D. C.
You were charged with the mission of penetrating the Great Eyrie.
You came on April the twenty-eighth, accompanied by the Mayor of
Morganton and two guides.
You mounted to the foot of the wall, and you encircled it, finding it
too high and steep to climb.
You sought a breech and you found none. Know this: none enter the Great
Eyrie; or if one enters, he never returns.
"Do not try again, for the second attempt will not result as did the
first, but will have grave consequences for you.
"Heed this warning, or evil fortune will come to you.
"M. o. W."
A THIRD MACHINE
I confess that at first this letter dumfounded me. "Ohs!" and
"Ahs!" slipped from my open mouth. The old servant stared at me, not
knowing what to think.
"Oh, sir! is it bad news?"
I answered for I kept few secrets from this faithful soul by reading her
the letter from end to end. She listened with much anxiety.
"A joke, without doubt," said I, shrugging my shoulders.
"Well," returned my superstitious handmaid, "if it isn't from the devil,
it's from the devil's country, anyway."
Left alone, I again went over this unexpected letter.
Reflection inclined me yet more strongly to believe that it was the work of
a practical joker. My adventure was well known. The newspapers had given
it in full detail. Some satirist, such as exists even in America, must have
written this threatening letter to mock me.
To assume, on the other hand, that the Eyrie really served as the refuge
of a band of criminals, seemed absurd. If they feared that the police would
discover their retreat, surely they would not have been so foolish as thus to
force attention upon themselves. Their chief security would lie in keeping
their presence there unknown. They must have realized that such a challenge
from them would only arouse the police to renewed activity. Dynamite or
melinite would soon open an entrance to their fortress. Moreover, how could
these men have, themselves, gained entrance into the Eyrie unless there
existed a passage which we had failed to discover? Assuredly the letter
came from a jester or a madman; and I need not worry over it, nor
even consider it.
Hence, though for an instant I had thought of showing this letter to Mr.
Ward, I decided not to do so. Surely he would attach no importance to it.
However, I did not destroy it, but locked it in my desk for safe keeping. If
more letters came of the same kind, and with the same initials, I would
attach as little weight to them as to this.
Several days passed quietly. There was nothing to lead me to expect that
I should soon quit Washington; though in my line of duty one is never certain
of the morrow. At any moment I might be sent speeding from Oregon to Florida,
from Maine to Texas. And this unpleasant thought haunted me frequently if my
next mission were no more successful than that to the Great Eyrie, I might as
well give up and hand in my resignation from the force. Of the mysterious
chauffeur or chauffeurs, nothing more was heard. I knew that our own
government agents, as well as foreign ones, were keeping keen watch over all
the roads and rivers, all the lakes and the coasts of America. Of
course, the size of the country made any close supervision impossible;
but these twin inventors had not before chosen secluded and
unfrequented spots in which to appear. The main highway of Wisconsin on a
great race day, the harbor of Boston, incessantly crossed by thousands
of boats, these were hardly what would be called hiding-places! If
the daring driver had not perished of which there was always
strong probability; then he must have left America. Perhaps he was in
the waters of the Old World, or else resting in some retreat known only to
himself, and in that case—
"Ah!" I repeated to myself, many times, "for such a retreat, as secret
as inaccessible, this fantastic personage could not find one better than the
Great Eyrie!" But, of course, a boat could not get there, any more than an
automobile. Only high-flying birds of prey, eagles or condors, could find
The nineteenth of June I was going to the police bureau, when,
on leaving my house, I noticed two men who looked at me with a
certain keenness. Not knowing them, I took no notice; and if my attention
was drawn to the matter, it was because my servant spoke of it when
For some days, she said, she had noticed that two men seemed to
be spying upon me in the street. They stood constantly, perhaps a hundred
steps from my house; and she suspected that they followed me each time I went
up the street.
"You are sure?" I asked.
"Yes, sir and no longer ago than yesterday, when you came into
the house, these men came slipping along in your footsteps, and then
went away as soon as the door was shut behind you."
"You must be mistaken?"
"I am not, sir."
"And if you met these two men, you would know them?"
"Good;" I cried, laughing, "I see you have the very spirit for
a detective. I must engage you as a member of our force."
"Joke if you like, sir. But I have still two good eyes, and I don't need
spectacles to recognize people. Someone is spying on you, that's certain; and
you should put some of your men to track them in turn."
"All right; I promise to do so," I said, to satisfy her. "And when
my men get after them, we shall soon know what these mysterious
fellows want of me."
In truth I did not take the good soul's excited announcement
very seriously. I added, however, "When I go out, I will watch the
people around me with great care."
"That will be best, sir."
My poor old housekeeper was always frightening herself at nothing. "If I
see them again," she added, "I will warn you before you set foot out of
"Agreed!" And I broke off the conversation, knowing well that if
I allowed her to run on, she would end by being sure that
Beelzebub himself and one of his chief attendants were at my heels.
The two following days, there was certainly no one spying on me, either
at my exits or entrances. So I concluded my old servant had made much of
nothing, as usual. But on the morning of the twenty-second of June, after
rushing upstairs as rapidly as her age would permit, the devoted old soul
burst into my room and in a half whisper gasped "Sir! Sir!"
"What is it?"
"They are there!"
"Who?" I queried, my mind on anything but the web she had been spinning
"The two spies!"
"Ah, those wonderful spies!"
"Themselves! In the street! Right in front of our windows! Watching the
house, waiting for you to go out."
I went to the window and raising just an edge of the shade, so as not to
give any warning, I saw two men on the pavement.
They were rather fine-looking men, broad-shouldered and vigorous, aged
somewhat under forty, dressed in the ordinary fashion of the day, with
slouched hats, heavy woolen suits, stout walking shoes and sticks in hand.
Undoubtedly, they were staring persistently at my apparently unwatchful
house. Then, having exchanged a few words, they strolled off a little way,
and returned again.
"Are you sure these are the same men you saw before?"
Evidently, I could no longer dismiss her warning as an
hallucination; and I promised myself to clear up the matter. As to following
the men myself, I was presumably too well known to them. To address
them directly would probably be of no use. But that very day, one of
our best men should be put on watch, and if the spies returned on
the morrow, they should be tracked in their turn, and watched until
their identity was established.
At the moment, they were waiting to follow me to police
headquarters? For it was there that I was bound, as usual. If they
accompanied me I might be able to offer them a hospitality for which they
would scarce thank me.
I took my hat; and while the housekeeper remained peeping from
the window, I went down stairs, opened the door, and stepped into
The two men were no longer there.
Despite all my watchfulness, that day I saw no more of them as I passed
along the streets. From that time on, indeed, neither my old servant nor I
saw them again before the house, nor did I encounter them elsewhere. Their
appearance, however, was stamped upon my memory, I would not forget
Perhaps after all, admitting that I had been the object of
their espionage, they had been mistaken in my identity. Having obtained
a good look at me, they now followed me no more. So in the end, I came to
regard this matter as of no more importance than the letter with the
initials, M. o. W.
Then, on the twenty-fourth of June, there came a new event, to further
stimulate both my interest and that of the general public in the previous
mysteries of the automobile and the boat. The Washington Evening Star
published the following account, which was next morning copied by every paper
in the country.
"Lake Kirdall in Kansas, forty miles west of Topeka, is little known. It
deserves wider knowledge, and doubtless will have it hereafter, for attention
is now drawn to it in a very remarkable way.
"This lake, deep among the mountains, appears to have no outlet. What it
loses by evaporation, it regains from the little neighboring streamlets and
the heavy rains.
"Lake Kirdall covers about seventy-five square miles, and its level is
but slightly below that of the heights which surround it. Shut in among the
mountains, it can be reached only by narrow and rocky gorges. Several
villages, however, have sprung up upon its banks. It is full of fish, and
fishing-boats cover its waters.
"Lake Kirdall is in many places fifty feet deep close to shore. Sharp,
pointed rocks form the edges of this huge basin. Its surges, roused by high
winds, beat upon its banks with fury, and the houses near at hand are often
deluged with spray as if with the downpour of a hurricane. The lake, already
deep at the edge, becomes yet deeper toward the center, where in some places
soundings show over three hundred feet of water.
"The fishing industry supports a population of several thousands,
and there are several hundred fishing boats in addition to the dozen or so
of little steamers which serve the traffic of the lake. Beyond the circle of
the mountains lie the railroads which transport the products of the fishing
industry throughout Kansas and the neighboring states.
"This account of Lake Kirdall is necessary for the understanding of the
remarkable facts which we are about to report."
And this is what the Evening Star then reported in its
startling article. "For some time past, the fishermen have noticed a
strange upheaval in the waters of the lake. Sometimes it rises as if a
wave surged up from its depths. Even in perfectly calm weather, when
there is no wind whatever, this upheaval sometimes arises in a mass of
"Tossed about by violent waves and unaccountable currents, boats
have been swept beyond all control. Sometimes they have been dashed
one against another, and serious damage has resulted.
"This confusion of the waters evidently has its origin somewhere in the
depths of the lake; and various explanations have been offered to account for
it. At first, it was suggested that the trouble was due to seismic forces, to
some volcanic action beneath the lake; but this hypothesis had to be rejected
when it was recognized that the disturbance was not confined to one locality,
but spread itself over the entire surface of the lake, either at one part or
another, in the center or along the edges, traveling along almost in a
regular line and in a way to exclude entirely all idea of earthquake or
"Another hypothesis suggested that it was a marine monster who
thus upheaved the waters. But unless the beast had been born in the
lake and had there grown to its gigantic proportions unsuspected,
which was scarce possible, he must have come there from outside.
Lake Kirdall, however, has no connection with any other waters. If
this lake were situated near any of the oceans, there might
be subterranean canals; but in the center of America, and at the height of
some thousands of feet above sea-level, this is not possible. In short, here
is another riddle not easy to solve, and it is much easier to point out the
impossibility of false explanations, than to discover the true one.
"Is it possible that a submarine boat is being experimented with beneath
the lake? Such boats are no longer impossible today. Some years ago, at
Bridgeport, Connecticut, there was launched a boat, The Protector, which
could go on the water, under the water, and also upon land. Built by an
inventor named Lake, supplied with two motors, an electric one of
seventy-five horse power, and a gasoline one of two hundred and fifty horse
power, it was also provided with wheels a yard in diameter, which enabled it
to roll over the roads, as well as swim the seas.
"But even then, granting that the turmoil of Lake Kirdall might
be produced by a submarine, brought to a high degree of perfection, there
remains as before the question how could it have reached Lake Kirdall? The
lake, shut in on all sides by a circle of mountains, is no more accessible to
a submarine than to a sea-monster.
"In whatever way this last puzzling question may be solved, the nature
of this strange appearance can no longer be disputed since the twentieth of
June. On that day, in the afternoon, the schooner "Markel" while speeding
with all sails set, came into violent collision with something just below the
water level. There was no shoal nor rock near; for the lake in this part is
eighty or ninety feet deep. The schooner with both her bow and her side badly
broken, ran great danger of sinking. She managed, however, to reach the
shore before her decks were completely submerged.
"When the 'Markel' had been pumped out and hauled up on shore,
an examination showed that she had received a blow near the bow as if from
a powerful ram.
"From this it seems evident that there is actually a submarine
boat which darts about beneath the surface of Lake Kirdall with
most remarkable rapidity.
"The thing is difficult to explain. Not only is there a question as to
how did the submarine get there? But why is it there? Why does it never come
to the surface? What reason has its owner for remaining unknown? Are other
disasters to be expected from its reckless course?"
The article in the Evening Star closed with this truly
striking suggestion: "After the mysterious automobile, came the
mysterious boat. Now comes the mysterious submarine.
"Must we conclude that the three engines are due to the genius of
the same inventor, and that the three vehicles are in truth but one?"
AT ANY COST
The suggestion of the Star came like a revelation. It was
accepted everywhere. Not only were these three vehicles the work of the
same inventor; they were the same machine!
It was not easy to see how the remarkable transformation could
be practically accomplished from one means of locomotion to the other. How
could an automobile become a boat, and yet more, a submarine? All the machine
seemed to lack was the power of flying through the air. Nevertheless,
everything that was known of the three different machines, as to their size,
their shape, their lack of odor or of steam, and above all their remarkable
speed, seemed to imply their identity. The public, grown blase with so many
excitements, found in this new marvel a stimulus to reawaken their
The newspapers dwelt now chiefly on the importance of the
invention. This new engine, whether in one vehicle or three, had given proofs
of its power. What amazing proofs! The invention must be bought at
any price. The United States government must purchase it at once for
the use of the nation. Assuredly, the great European powers would stop
at nothing to be beforehand with America, and gain possession of an engine
so invaluable for military and naval use. What incalculable advantages would
it give to any nation, both on land and sea! Its destructive powers could not
even be estimated, until its qualities and limitations were better known. No
amount of money would be too great to pay for the secret; America could not
put her millions to better use.
But to buy the machine, it was necessary to find the inventor; and there
seemed the chief difficulty. In vain was Lake Kirdall searched from end to
end. Even its depths were explored with a sounding-line without result. Must
it be concluded that the submarine no longer lurked beneath its waters? But
in that case, how had the boat gotten away? For that matter, how had it come?
An insoluble problem!
The submarine was heard from no more, neither in Lake Kirdall
nor elsewhere. It had disappeared like the automobile from the roads,
and like the boat from the shores of America. Several times in
my interviews with Mr. Ward, we discussed this matter, which still filled
his mind. Our men continued everywhere on the lookout, but as unsuccessfully
as other agents.
On the morning of the twenty-seventh of June, I was summoned into
the presence of Mr. Ward.
"Well, Strock," said he, "here is a splendid chance for you to get your
"Revenge for the Great Eyrie disappointment?"
"What chance?" asked I, not knowing if he spoke seriously, or in
"Why, here," he answered. "Would not you like to discover the inventor
of this three-fold machine?"
"I certainly should, Mr. Ward. Give me the order to take charge of the
matter, and I will accomplish the impossible, in order to succeed. It is
true, I believe it will be difficult."
"Undoubtedly, Strock. Perhaps even more difficult than to penetrate into
the Great Eyrie."
It was evident that Mr. Ward was intent on rallying me about
my unsuccess. He would not do that, I felt assured, out of
mere unkindness. Perhaps then he meant to rouse my resolution. He knew
me well; and realized that I would have given anything in the world
to recoup my defeat. I waited quietly for new instructions.
Mr. Ward dropped his jesting and said to me very generously, "I
know, Strock, that you accomplished everything that depended on
human powers; and that no blame attaches to you. But we face now a
matter very different from that of the Great Eyrie. The day the
government decides to force that secret, everything is ready. We have only
to spend some thousands of dollars, and the road will be open."
"That is what I would urge."
"But at present," said Mr. Ward, shaking his head, "it is much
more important to place our hands on this fantastic inventor, who
so constantly escapes us. That is work for a detective, indeed; a
"He has not been heard from again?"
"No; and though there is every reason to believe that he has been, and
still continues, beneath the waters of Lake Kirdall, it has been impossible
to find any trace of him anywhere around there. One would almost fancy he had
the power of making himself invisible, this Proteus of a mechanic!"
"It seems likely," said I, "that he will never be seen until he wishes
"True, Strock. And to my mind there is only one way of dealing with him,
and that is to offer him such an enormous price that he cannot refuse to sell
Mr. Ward was right. Indeed, the government had already made the effort
to secure speech with this hero of the day, than whom surely no human being
has ever better merited the title. The press had widely spread the news, and
this extraordinary individual must assuredly know what the government desired
of him, and how completely he could name the terms he wished.
"Surely," added Mr. Ward, "this invention can be of no personal use to
the man, that he should hide it from the rest of us. There is every reason
why he should sell it. Can this unknown be already some dangerous criminal
who, thanks to his machine, hopes to defy all pursuit?"
My chief then went on to explain that it had been decided to
employ other means in search of the inventor. It was possible after all
that he had perished with his machine in some dangerous maneuver. If
so, the ruined vehicle might prove almost as valuable and instructive
to the mechanical world as the man himself. But since the accident to the
schooner "Markel" on Lake Kirdall, no news of him whatever had reached the
On this point Mr. Ward did not attempt to hide his disappointment
and his anxiety. Anxiety, yes, for it was manifestly becoming more
and more difficult for him to fulfill his duty of protecting the
public. How could we arrest criminals, if they could flee from justice
at such speed over both land and sea? How could we pursue them under
the oceans? And when dirigible balloons should also have reached
their full perfection, we would even have to chase men through the air!
I asked myself if my colleagues and I would not find ourselves some
day reduced to utter helplessness? If police officials were to become a
useless incumbrance, wouldn't they be discarded by society?
Here, there recurred to me the jesting letter I had received a fortnight
before, the letter which threatened my liberty and even my life. I recalled,
also, the singular espionage of which I had been the subject. I asked myself
if I had better mention these things to Mr. Ward. But they seemed to have
absolutely no relation to the matter now in hand. The Great Eyrie affair had
been definitely put aside by the government, since an eruption was no longer
threatening. And they now wished to employ me upon this newer matter. I
waited, then, to mention this letter to my chief at some future time, when
it would be not so sore a joke to me.
Mr. Ward again took up our conversation. "We are resolved by some means
to establish communication with this inventor. He has disappeared, it is
true; but he may reappear at any moment, and in any part of the country. I
have chosen you, Strock, to follow him the instant he appears. You must hold
yourself ready to leave Washington on the moment. Do not quit your house,
except to come here to headquarters each day; notify me, each time by
telephone, when you start from home, and report to me personally the moment
you arrive here."
"I will follow orders exactly, Mr. Ward," I answered. "But permit me one
question. Ought I to act alone, or will it not be better to join with
"That is what I intend," said the chief, interrupting me. "You are
to choose two of our men whom you think the best fitted."
"I will do so, Mr. Ward. And now, if some day or other I stand in
the presence of our man, what am I to do with him?"
"Above all things, do not lose sight of him. If there is no other way,
arrest him. You shall have a warrant."
"A useful precaution, Mr. Ward. If he started to jump into
his automobile and to speed away at the rate we know of, I must stop
him at any cost. One cannot argue long with a man making two hundred miles
"You must prevent that, Strock. And the arrest made, telegraph me. After
that, the matter will be in my hands."
"Count on me, Mr. Ward; at any hour, day or night, I shall be ready to
start with my men. I thank you for having entrusted this mission to me. If it
succeeds, it will be a great honor—"
"And of great profit," added my chief, dismissing me.
Returning home, I made all preparations for a trip of
indefinite duration. Perhaps my good housekeeper imagined that I planned
a return to the Great Eyrie, which she regarded as an ante-chamber of hell
itself. She said nothing, but went about her work with a most despairing
face. Nevertheless, sure as I was of her discretion, I told her nothing. In
this great mission I would confide in no one.
My choice of the two men to accompany me was easily made. They
both belonged to my own department, and had many times under my
direct command given proofs of their vigor, courage and intelligence.
One, John Hart, of Illinois, was a man of thirty years; the other,
aged thirty-two, was Nab Walker, of Massachusetts. I could not have
had better assistants.
Several days passed, without news, either of the automobile, the boat,
or the submarine. There were rumors in plenty; but the police knew them to be
false. As to the reckless stories that appeared in the newspapers, they had
most of them, no foundation whatever. Even the best journals cannot be
trusted to refuse an exciting bit of news on the mere ground of its
Then, twice in quick succession, there came what seemed
trustworthy reports of the "man of the hour." The first asserted that he had
been seen on the roads of Arkansas, near Little Rock. The second, that
he was in the very middle of Lake Superior.
Unfortunately, these two notices were absolutely unreconcilable;
for while the first gave the afternoon of June twenty-sixth, as the
time of appearance, the second set it for the evening of the same
day. Now, these two points of the United States territory are not
less than eight hundred miles apart. Even granting the automobile
this unthinkable speed, greater than any it had yet shown, how could
it have crossed all the intervening country unseen? How could it traverse
the States of Arkansas, Missouri, Iowa and Wisconsin, from end to end without
anyone of our agents giving us warning, without any interested person rushing
to a telephone?
After these two momentary appearances, if appearances they were,
the machine again dropped out of knowledge. Mr. Ward did not think
it worth while to dispatch me and my men to either point whence it
had been reported.
Yet since this marvelous machine seemed still in existence,
something must be done. The following official notice was published in
every newspaper of the United States under July 3d. It was couched in
the most formal terms.
"During the month of April, of the present year, an automobile traversed
the roads of Pennsylvania, of Kentucky, of Ohio, of Tennessee, of Missouri,
of Illinois; and on the twenty-seventh of May, during the race held by the
American Automobile Club, it covered the course in Wisconsin. Then it
"During the first week of June, a boat maneuvering at great
speed appeared off the coast of New England between Cape Cod and
Cape Sable, and more particularly around Boston. Then it disappeared.
"In the second fortnight of the same month, a submarine boat was
run beneath the waters of Lake Kirdall, in Kansas. Then it disappeared.
"Everything points to the belief that the same inventor must have built
these three machines, or perhaps that they are the same machine, constructed
so as to travel both on land and water.
"A proposition is therefore addressed to the said inventor, whoever he
be, with the aim of acquiring the said machine.
"He is requested to make himself known and to name the terms upon which
he will treat with the United States government. He is also requested to
answer as promptly as possible to the Department of Federal Police,
Washington, D. C., United States of America."
Such was the notice printed in large type on the front page of
every newspaper. Surely it could not fail to reach the eye of him for
whom it was intended, wherever he might be. He would read it. He
could scarce fail to answer it in some manner. And why should he
refuse such an unlimited offer? We had only to await his reply.
One can easily imagine how high the public curiosity rose. From morning
till night, an eager and noisy crowd pressed about the bureau of police,
awaiting the arrival of a letter or a telegram. The best reporters were on
the spot. What honor, what profit would come to the paper which was first to
publish the famous news! To know at last the name and place of the
undiscoverable unknown! And to know if he would agree to some bargain with
the government! It goes without saying that America does things on a
magnificent scale. Millions would not be lacking for the inventor. If
necessary all the millionaires in the country would open their inexhaustible
The day passed. To how many excited and impatient people it seemed
to contain more than twenty-four hours! And each hour held far more
than sixty minutes! There came no answer, no letter, no telegram!
The night following, there was still no news. And it was the same the next
day and the next.
There came, however another result, which had been fully foreseen. The
cables informed Europe of what the United States government had done. The
different Powers of the Old World hoped also to obtain possession of the
wonderful invention. Why should they not struggle for an advantage so
tremendous? Why should they not enter the contest with their millions?
In brief, every great Power took part in the affair, France,
England, Russia, Italy, Austria, Germany. Only the states of the second
order refrained from entering, with their smaller resources, upon a
useless effort. The European press published notices identical with that
of the United States. The extraordinary "chauffeur" had only to speak, to
become a rival to the Vanderbilts, the Astors, the Goulds, the Morgans, and
the Rothschilds of every country of Europe.
And, when the mysterious inventor made no sign, what attractive offers
were held forth to tempt him to discard the secrecy in which he was
enwrapped! The whole world became a public market, an auction house whence
arose the most amazing bids. Twice a day the newspapers would add up the
amounts, and these kept rising from millions to millions. The end came when
the United States Congress, after a memorable session, voted to offer the sum
of twenty million dollars. And there was not a citizen of the States of
whatever rank, who objected to the amount, so much importance was attached to
the possession of this prodigious engine of locomotion. As for me, I
said emphatically to my old housekeeper: "The machine is worth even
more than that."
Evidently the other nations of the world did not think so, for
their bids remained below the final sum. But how useless was this
mighty struggle of the great rivals! The inventor did not appear! He did
not exist! He had never existed! It was all a monstrous pretense of
the American newspapers. That, at least, became the announced view of
the Old World.
And so the time passed. There was no further news of our man, there was
no response from him. He appeared no more. For my part, not knowing what to
think, I commenced to lose all hope of reaching any solution to the strange
Then on the morning of the fifteenth of July, a letter without postmark
was found in the mailbox of the police bureau. After the authorities had
studied it, it was given out to the Washington journals, which published it
in facsimile, in special numbers. It was couched as follows:
THE SECOND LETTER
On Board the Terror
To the Old and New World,
The propositions emanating from the different governments of Europe, as
also that which has finally been made by the United States of America, need
expect no other answer than this:
I refuse absolutely and definitely the sums offered for
My machine will be neither French nor German, nor Austrian nor Russian,
nor English nor American.
The invention will remain my own, and I shall use it as pleases
With it, I hold control of the entire world, and there lies no force
within the reach of humanity which is able to resist me, under any
Let no one attempt to seize or stop me. It is, and will be, utterly
impossible. Whatever injury anyone attempts against me, I will return a
As to the money which is offered me, I despise it! I have no need of it.
Moreover, on the day when it pleases me to have millions, or billions, I have
but to reach out my hand and take them.
Let both the Old and the New World realize this: They can accomplish
nothing against me; I can accomplish anything against them.
I sign this letter:
The Master of the World.
OUTSIDE THE LAW
Such was the letter addressed to the government of the United
States. As to the person who had placed it in the mail-box of the police,
no one had seen him.
The sidewalk in front of our offices had probably not been once vacant
during the entire night. From sunset to sunrise, there had always been
people, busy, anxious, or curious, passing before our door. It is true,
however, that even then, the bearer of the letter might easily have slipped
by unseen and dropped the letter in the box. The night had been so dark, you
could scarcely see from one side of the street to the other.
I have said that this letter appeared in facsimile in all the newspapers
to which the government communicated it. Perhaps one would naturally imagine
that the first comment of the public would be, "This is the work of some
practical joker." It was in that way that I had accepted my letter from the
Great Eyrie, five weeks before.
But this was not the general attitude toward the present letter, neither
in Washington, nor in the rest of America. To the few who would have
maintained that the document should not be taken seriously, an immense
majority would have responded. "This letter has not the style nor the spirit
of a jester. Only one man could have written it; and that is the inventor of
this unapproachable machine."
To most people this conclusion seemed indisputable owing to a
curious state of mind easily explainable. For all the strange facts of
which the key had hitherto been lacking, this letter furnished
an explanation. The theory now almost universally accepted was as follows.
The inventor had hidden himself for a time, only in order to reappear more
startlingly in some new light. Instead of having perished in an accident, he
had concealed himself in some retreat where the police were unable to
discover him. Then to assert positively his attitude toward all governments
he had written this letter. But instead of dropping it in the post in any one
locality, which might have resulted in its being traced to him, he had come
to Washington and deposited it himself in the very spot suggested by
the government's official notice, the bureau of police.
Well! If this remarkable personage had reckoned that this new proof of
his existence would make some noise in two worlds, he certainly figured
rightly. That day, the millions of good folk who read and re-read their daily
paper could to employ a well-known phrase, scarcely believe their eyes.
As for myself, I studied carefully every phrase of the defiant document.
The hand-writing was black and heavy. An expert at chirography would
doubtless have distinguished in the lines traces of a violent temperament, of
a character stern and unsocial. Suddenly, a cry escaped me a cry that
fortunately my housekeeper did not hear. Why had I not noticed sooner the
resemblance of the handwriting to that of the letter I had received from
Moreover, a yet more significant coincidence, the initials with which my
letter had been signed, did they not stand for the words "Master of the
And whence came the second letter? "On Board the 'Terror.'"
Doubtless this name was that of the triple machine commanded by the
mysterious captain. The initials in my letter were his own signature; and it
was he who had threatened me, if I dared to renew my attempt on the
I rose and took from my desk the letter of June thirteenth. I compared
it with the facsimile in the newspapers. There was no doubt about it. They
were both in the same peculiar hand-writing.
My mind worked eagerly. I sought to trace the probable deductions from
this striking fact, known only to myself. The man who had threatened me was
the commander of this "Terror" — startling name, only too well justified! I
asked myself if our search could not now be prosecuted under less vague
conditions. Could we not now start our men upon a trail which would lead
definitely to success? In short, what relation existed between the "Terror"
and the Great Eyrie? What connection was there between the phenomena of the
Blueridge Mountains, arid the no less phenomenal performances of the
I knew what my first step should be; and with the letter in my pocket, I
hastened to police headquarters. Inquiring if Mr. Ward was within and
receiving an affirmative reply, I hastened toward his door, and rapped upon
it with unusual and perhaps unnecessary vigor. Upon his call to enter, I
stepped eagerly into the room.
The chief had spread before him the letter published in the papers, not
a facsimile, but the original itself which had been deposited in the
letter-box of the department.
"You come as if you had important news, Strock?"
"Judge for yourself, Mr. Ward;" and I drew from my pocket the
letter with the initials.
Mr. Ward took it, glanced at its face, and asked, "What is this?"
"A letter signed only with initials, as you can see."
"And where was it posted?"
"In Morganton, in North Carolina."
"When did you receive it?"
"A month ago, the thirteenth of June."
"What did you think of it then?"
"That it had been written as a joke."
"And now Strock?"
"I think, what you will think, Mr. Ward, after you have studied it."
My chief turned to the letter again and read it carefully. "It is signed
with three initials," said he.
"Yes, Mr. Ward, and those initials belong to the words, 'Master of the
World,' in this facsimile."
"Of which this is the original," responded Mr. Ward, taking it up.
"It is quite evident," I urged, "that the two letters are by the
"It seems so."
"You see what threats are made against me, to protect the
"Yes, the threat of death! But Strock, you have had this letter for
a month. Why have you not shown it to me before?"
"Because I attached no importance to it. Today, after the letter
from the 'Terror,' it must be taken seriously."
"I agree with you. It appears to me most important. I even hope it may
prove the means of tracking this strange personage."
"That is what I also hope, Mr. Ward."
"Only what connection can possibly exist between the 'Terror' and
the Great Eyrie?"
"That I do not know. I cannot even imagine."
"There can be but one explanation," continued Mr. Ward, "though it
is almost inadmissible, even impossible."
"And that is?"
"That the Great Eyrie was the spot selected by the inventor, where
he gathered his material."
"That is impossible!" cried I. "In what way would he get his material in
there? And how get his machine out? After what I have seen, Mr. Ward, your
suggestion is impossible."
"Unless what?" I demanded.
"Unless the machine of this Master of the World has also wings,
which permit it to take refuge in the Great Eyrie."
At the suggestion that the "Terror," which had searched the deeps of the
sea, might be capable also of rivaling the vultures and the eagles, I could
not restrain an expressive shrug of incredulity. Neither did Mr. Ward himself
dwell upon the extravagant hypothesis.
He took the two letters and compared them afresh. He examined them under
a microscope, especially the signatures, and established their perfect
identity. Not only the same hand, but the same pen had written them.
After some moments of further reflection, Mr. Ward said, "I will
keep your letter, Strock. Decidedly, I think, that you are fated to
play an important part in this strange affair or rather in these
two affairs. What thread attaches them, I cannot yet see; but I am
sure the thread exists. You have been connected with the first, and
it will not be surprising if you have a large part in the second."
"I hope so, Mr. Ward. You know how inquisitive I am."
"I do, Strock. That is understood. Now, I can only repeat my
former order; hold yourself in readiness to leave Washington at a
All that day, the public excitement caused by the defiant letter mounted
steadily higher. It was felt both at the White House and at the Capitol that
public opinion absolutely demanded some action. Of course, it was difficult
to do anything. Where could one find this Master of the World? And even if he
were discovered, how could he be captured? He had at his disposal not only
the powers he had displayed, but apparently still greater resources as yet
unknown. How had he been able to reach Lake Kirdall over the rocks; and how
had he escaped from it? Then, if he had indeed appeared on Lake
Superior, how had he covered all the intervening territory unseen?
What a bewildering affair it was altogether! This, of course, made
it all the more important to get to the bottom of it. Since the
millions of dollars had been refused, force must be employed. The inventor
and his invention were not to be bought. And in what haughty and
menacing terms he had couched his refusal! So be it! He must be treated as
an enemy of society, against whom all means became justified, that
he might be deprived of his power to injure others. The idea that he
had perished was now entirely discarded. He was alive, very much
alive; and his existence constituted a perpetual public danger!
Influenced by these ideas, the government issued the
"Since the commander of the 'Terror' has refused to make public
his invention, at any price whatever, since the use which he makes of
his machine constitutes a public menace, against which it is impossible to
guard, the said commander of the 'Terror' is hereby placed beyond the
protection of the law. Any measures taken in the effort to capture or destroy
either him or his machine will be approved and rewarded."
It was a declaration of war, war to the death against this "Master
of the World" who thought to threaten and defy an entire nation,
the American nation!
Before the day was over, various rewards of large amounts were promised
to anyone who revealed the hiding place of this dangerous inventor, to anyone
who could identify him, and to anyone who should rid the country of
Such was the situation during the last fortnight of July. All was left
to the hazard of fortune. The moment the outlaw re-appeared he would be seen
and signaled, and when the chance came he would be arrested. This could not
be accomplished when he was in his automobile on land or in his boat on the
water. No; he must be seized suddenly, before he had any opportunity to
escape by means of that speed which no other machine could equal.
I was therefore all alert, awaiting an order from Mr. Ward to start out
with my men. But the order did not arrive for the very good reason that the
man whom it concerned remained undiscovered. The end of July approached. The
newspapers continued the excitement. They published repeated rumors. New
clues were constantly being announced. But all this was mere idle talk.
Telegrams reached the police bureau from every part of America, each
contradicting and nullifying the others. The enormous rewards offered could
not help but lead to accusations, errors, and blunders, made, many of them,
in good faith. One time it would be a cloud of dust, which must have
contained the automobile. At another time, almost any wave on any of
America's thousand lakes represented the submarine. In truth, in the
excited state of the public imagination, apparitions assailed us from
At last, on the twenty-ninth of July, I received a telephone message to
come to Mr. Ward on the instant. Twenty minutes later I was in
"You leave in an hour, Strock," said he.
"It has been seen?"
"Yes. At Toledo you will get your final orders."
"In an hour, my men and I will be on the way."
"Good! And, Strock, I now give you a formal order."
"What is it, Mr. Ward?"
"To succeed! This time to succeed!"
So the undiscoverable commander had reappeared upon the territory
of the United States! He had never shown himself in Europe either on
the roads or in the seas. He had not crossed the Atlantic,
which apparently he could have traversed in three days. Did he then
intend to make only America the scene of his exploits? Ought we to
conclude from this that he was an American?
Let me insist upon this point. It seemed clear that the submarine might
easily have crossed the vast sea which separates the New and the Old World.
Not only would its amazing speed have made its voyage short, in comparison to
that of the swiftest steamship, but also it would have escaped all the storms
that make the voyage dangerous. Tempests did not exist for it. It had but to
abandon the surface of the waves, and it could find absolute calm a few score
But the inventor had not crossed the Atlantic, and if he were to
be captured now, it would probably be in Ohio, since Toledo is a city
of that state.
This time the fact of the machine's appearance had been kept
secret, between the police and the agent who had warned them, and whom I
was hurrying to meet. No journal — and many would have paid high for
the chance — was printing this news. We had decided that nothing
should be revealed until our effort was at an end. No indiscretion would
be committed by either my comrades or myself.
The man to whom I was sent with an order from Mr. Ward was named Arthur
Wells. He awaited us at Toledo. The city of Toledo stands at the western end
of Lake Erie. Our train sped during the night across West Virginia and Ohio.
There was no delay; and before noon the next day the locomotive stopped in
the Toledo depot.
John Hart, Nab Walker and I stepped out with traveling bags in
our hands, and revolvers in our pockets. Perhaps we should need
weapons for an attack, or even to defend ourselves. Scarcely had I
stepped from the train when I picked out the man who awaited us. He
was scanning the arriving passengers impatiently, evidently as eager
and full of haste as I.
I approached him. "Mr. Wells?" said I.
"Mr. Strock?" asked he.
"I am at your command," said Mr. Wells.
"Are we to stop any time in Toledo?" I asked.
"No; with your permission, Mr. Strock. A carriage with two good horses
is waiting outside the station; and we must leave at once to reach our
destination as soon as possible."
"We will go at once," I answered, signing to my two men to follow
us. "Is it far?"
"And the place is called?"
"Black Rock Creek."
Having left our bags at a hotel, we started on our drive. Much to
my surprise I found there were provisions sufficient for several
days packed beneath the seat of the carriage. Mr. Wells told me that
the region around Black Rock Creek was among the wildest in the
state. There was nothing there to attract either farmers or fishermen.
We would find not an inn for our meals nor a room in which to
sleep. Fortunately, during the July heat there would be no hardship even
if we had to lie one or two nights under the stars.
More probably, however, if we were successful, the matter would
not occupy us many hours. Either the commander of the "Terror" would
be surprised before he had a chance to escape, or he would take to flight
and we must give up all hope of arresting him.
I found Arthur Wells to be a man of about forty, large and powerful. I
knew him by reputation to be one of the best of our local police agents. Cool
in danger and enterprising always, he had proven his daring on more than one
occasion at the peril of his life. He had been in Toledo on a wholly
different mission, when chance had thrown him on the track of the
We drove rapidly along the shore of Lake Erie, toward the
southwest. This inland sea of water is on the northern boundary of the
United States, lying between Canada on one side and the States of
Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York on the other. If I stop to mention
the geographical position of this lake, its depth, its extent, and
the waters nearest around, it is because the knowledge is necessary
for the understanding of the events which were about to happen.
The surface of Lake Erie covers about ten thousand square miles. It is
nearly six hundred feet above sea level. It is joined on the northwest, by
means of the Detroit River, with the still greater lakes to the westward, and
receives their waters. It has also rivers of its own though of less
importance, such as the Rocky, the Cuyahoga, and the Black. The lake empties
at its northeastern end into Lake Ontario by means of Niagara River and its
The greatest known depth of Lake Erie is over one hundred and
thirty feet. Hence it will be seen that the mass of its waters
is considerable. In short, this is a region of most magnificent lakes. The
land, though not situated far northward, is exposed to the full sweep of the
Arctic cold. The region to the northward is low, and the winds of winter rush
down with extreme violence. Hence Lake Erie is sometimes frozen over from
shore to shore.
The principal cities on the borders of this great lake are Buffalo
at the east, which belongs to New York State, and Toledo in Ohio, at
the west, with Cleveland and Sandusky, both Ohio cities, at the
south. Smaller towns and villages are numerous along the shore. The
traffic is naturally large, its annual value being estimated at
considerably over two million dollars.
Our carriage followed a rough and little used road along the borders of
the lake; and as we toiled along, Arthur Wells told me, what he had
Less than two days before, on the afternoon of July twenty-seventh Wells
had been riding on horseback toward the town of Herly. Five miles outside the
town, he was riding through a little wood, when he saw, far up across the
lake, a submarine which rose suddenly above the waves. He stopped, tied his
horse, and stole on foot to the edge of the lake. There, from behind a tree
he had seen with his own eyes seen this submarine advance toward him, and
stop at the mouth of Black Rock Creek. Was it the famous machine for which
the whole world was seeking, which thus came directly to his feet?
When the submarine was close to the rocks, two men climbed out upon its
deck and stepped ashore. Was one of them this Master of the World, who had
not been seen since he was reported from Lake Superior? Was this the
mysterious "Terror" which had thus risen from the depths of Lake Erie?
"I was alone," said Wells. "Alone on the edge of the Creek. If you and
your assistants, Mr. Strock had been there, we four against two, we would
have been able to reach these men and seize them before they could have
regained their boat and fled."
"Probably," I answered. "But were there no others on the boat with them?
Still, if we had seized the two, we could at least have learned who they
"And above all," added Wells, "if one of them turned out to be
the captain of the 'Terror!'"
"I have only one fear, Wells; this submarine, whether it is the one we
seek or another, may have left the creek since your departure."
"We shall know about that in a few hours, now. Pray Heaven they
are still there! Then when night comes?"
"But," I asked, "did you remain watching in the wood until night?"
"No; I left after an hour's watching, and rode straight for
the telegraph station at Toledo. I reached there late at night and
sent immediate word to Washington."
"That was night before last. Did you return yesterday to Black
"The submarine was still there?"
"In the same spot."
"And the two men?"
"The same two men. I judge that some accident had happened, and
they came to this lonely spot to repair it."
"Probably so," said I. "Some damage which made it impossible for them to
regain their usual hiding-place. If only they are still here!"
"I have reason to believe they will be, for quite a lot of stuff
was taken out of the boat, and laid about upon the shore; and as well as I
could discern from a distance they seemed to be working on board."
"Only the two men?"
"Only the two."
"But," protested I, "can two be sufficient to handle an apparatus
of such speed, and of such intricacy, as to be at once automobile,
boat and submarine?"
"I think not, Mr. Strock; but I only saw the same two. Several
times they came to the edge of the little wood where I was hidden,
and gathered sticks for a fire which they made upon the beach. The
region is so uninhabited and the creek so hidden from the lake that they
ran little danger of discovery. They seemed to know this."
"You would recognize them both again?"
"Perfectly. One was of middle size, vigorous, and quick of
movement, heavily bearded. The other was smaller, but stocky and
strong. Yesterday, as before, I left the wood about five o'clock and
hurried back to Toledo. There I found a telegram from Mr. Ward, notifying
me of your coming; and I awaited you at the station."
Summed up, then, the news amounted to this: For forty hours past
a submarine, presumably the one we sought, had been hidden in Black Rock
Creek, engaged in repairs. Probably these were absolutely necessary, and we
should find the boat still there. As to how the "Terror" came to be in Lake
Erie, Arthur Wells and I discussed that, and agreed that it was a very
probable place for her. The last time she had been seen was on Lake Superior.
From there to Lake Erie the machine could have come by the roads of Michigan,
but since no one had remarked its passage and as both the police and the
people were specially aroused and active in that portion of the country,
it seemed more probable, that the "Terror" had come by water. There was a
clear route through the chain of the Great Lakes and their rivers, by which
in her character of a submarine she could easily proceed undiscovered.
And now, if the "Terror" had already left the creek, or if she escaped
when we attempted to seize her, in what direction would she turn? In any
case, there was little chance of following her. There were two
torpedo-destroyers at the port of Buffalo, at the other extremity of Lake
Erie. By treaty between the United States and Canada, there are no vessels of
war whatever on the Great Lakes. These might, however, have been little
launches belonging to the customs service. Before I left Washington Mr. Ward
had informed me of their presence; and a telegram to their commanders would,
if there were need, start them in pursuit of the "Terror." But despite
their splendid speed, how could they vie with her! And if she
plunged beneath the waters, they would be helpless. Moreover Arthur
Wells averred that in case of a battle, the advantage would not be with
the destroyers, despite their large crews, and many guns. Hence, if we did
not succeed this night, the campaign would end in failure.
Arthur Wells knew Black Rock Creek thoroughly, having hunted there more
than once. It was bordered in most places with sharp rocks against which the
waters of the lake beat heavily. Its channel was some thirty feet deep, so
that the "Terror" could take shelter either upon the surface or under water.
In two or three places the steep banks gave way to sand beaches which led to
little gorges reaching up toward the woods, two or three hundred feet.
It was seven in the evening when our carriage reached these woods. There
was still daylight enough for us to see easily, even in the shade of the
trees. To have crossed openly to the edge of the creek would have exposed us
to the view of the men of the "Terror," if she were still there, and thus
give her warning to escape.
"Had we better stop here?" I asked Wells, as our rig drew up to the edge
of the woods.
"No, Mr. Strock," said he. "We had better leave the carriage deeper in
the woods, where there will be no chance whatever of our being seen."
"Can the carriage drive under these trees?"
"It can," declared Wells. "I have already explored these
woods thoroughly. Five or six hundred feet from here, there is a
little clearing, where we will be completely hidden, and where our
horses may find pasture. Then, as soon as it is dark, we will go down to
the beach, at the edge of the rocks which shut in the mouth of the
creek. Thus if the 'Terror' is still there, we shall stand between her
Eager as we all were for action, it was evidently best to do as
Wells suggested and wait for night. The intervening time could well
be occupied as he said. Leading the horses by the bridle, while
they dragged the empty carriage, we proceeded through the heavy woods.
The tall pines, the stalwart oaks, the cypress scattered here and
there, made the evening darker overhead. Beneath our feet spread a carpet
of scattered herbs, pine needles and dead leaves. Such was the
thickness of the upper foliage that the last rays of the setting sun could
no longer penetrate here. We had to feel our way; and it was not
without some knocks that the carriage reached the clearing ten minutes
This clearing, surrounded by great trees, formed a sort of oval, covered
with rich grass. Here it was still daylight, and the darkness would scarcely
deepen for over an hour. There was thus time to arrange an encampment and to
rest awhile after our hard trip over the rough and rocky roads.
Of course, we were intensely eager to approach the Creek and see if the
"Terror" was still there. But prudence restrained us. A little patience, and
the night-would enable us to reach a commanding position unsuspected. Wells
urged this strongly; and despite my eagerness, I felt that he was
The horses were unharnessed, and left to browse under the care of
the coachman who had driven us. The provisions were unpacked, and
John Hart and Nab Walker spread out a meal on the grass at the foot of
a superb cypress which recalled to me the forest odors of Morganton
and Pleasant Garden. We were hungry and thirsty; and food and drink
were not lacking. Then our pipes were lighted to calm the anxious
moments of waiting that remained.
Silence reigned within the wood. The last song of the birds had ceased.
With the coming of night the breeze fell little by little, and the leaves
scarcely quivered even at the tops of the highest branches. The sky darkened
rapidly after sundown and twilight deepened into obscurity.
I looked at my watch, it was half-past eight. "It is time, Wells."
"When you will, Mr. Strock."
"Then let us start."
We cautioned the coachman not to let the horses stray beyond
the clearing. Then we started. Wells went in advance, I followed him,
and John Hart and Nab Walker came behind. In the darkness, we three
would have been helpless without the guidance of Wells. Soon we reached
the farther border of the woods; and before us stretched the banks
of Black Rock Creek.
All was silent; all seemed deserted. We could advance without risk. If
the "Terror" was there, she had cast anchor behind the rocks. But was she
there? That was the momentous question! As we approached the denouement of
this exciting affair, my heart was in my throat.
Wells motioned to us to advance. The sand of the shore crunched beneath
our steps. The two hundred feet between us and the mouth of the Creek were
crossed softly, and a few minutes sufficed to bring us to the rocks at the
edge of the lake.
There was nothing! Nothing!
The spot where Wells had left the "Terror" twenty-four hours before was
empty. The "Master of the World" was no longer at Black Rock Creek.
BLACK ROCK CREEK
Human nature is prone to illusions. Of course, there had been
all along a probability that the "Terror" had deserted the locality,
even admitting that it was she Wells had seen the previous day. If
some damage to her triple system of locomotion had prevented her
from regaining either by land or by water her usual hiding-place,
and obliged her to seek refuge in Black Rock Creek, what ought we
to conclude now upon finding her here no longer? Obviously, that,
having finished her repairs, she had continued on her way, and was
already far beyond the waters of Lake Erie.
But probable as this result had been from the first, we had more
and more ignored it as our trip proceeded. We had come to accept as a fact
that we should meet the "Terror," that we should find her anchored at the
base of the rocks where Wells had seen her.
And now what disappointment! I might even say, what despair! All
our efforts gone for nothing! Even if the "Terror" was still upon
the lake, to find her, reach her and capture her, was beyond our
power, and it might as well be fully recognized beyond all human power.
We stood there, Wells and I, completely crushed, while John Hart and Nab
Walker, no less chagrined, went tramping along the banks of the Creek,
seeking any trace that had been left behind.
Posted there, at the mouth of the Creek, Wells and I exchanged scarcely
a word. What need was there of words to enable us to understand each other!
After our eagerness and our despair, we were now exhausted. Defeated in our
well-planned attempt, we felt as unwilling to abandon our campaign, as we
were unable to continue it.
Nearly an hour slipped by. We could not resolve to leave the place. Our
eyes still sought to pierce the night. Sometimes a glimmer, due to the
sparkle of the waters, trembled on the surface of the lake. Then it vanished,
and with it the foolish hope that it had roused. Sometimes again, we thought
we saw a shadow outlined against the dark, the silhouette of an approaching
boat. Yet again some eddies would swirl up at our feet, as if the Creek had
been stirred within its depths. These vain imaginings were dissipated one
after the other. They were but the illusions raised by our strained
At length our companions rejoined us. My first question was,
"Nothing," said John Hart.
"You have explored both banks of the Creek?"
"Yes," responded Nab Walker, "as far as the shallow water above; and we
have not seen even a vestige of the things which Mr. Wells saw laid on the
"Let us wait awhile," said I, unable to resolve upon a return to
At that moment our attention was caught by a sudden agitation of
the waters, which swelled upward at the foot of the rocks.
"It is like the swell from a vessel," said Wells.
"Yes," said I, instinctively lowering my voice. "What has caused it? The
wind has completely died out. Does it come from something on the surface of
"Or from something underneath," said Wells, bending forward, the better
The commotion certainly seemed as if caused by some boat, whether from
beneath the water, or approaching the creek from outside upon the lake.
Silent, motionless, we strained eyes and ears to pierce the
profound obscurity. The faint noise of the waves of the lake lapping on
the shore beyond the creek, came to us distinctly through the night.
John Hart and Nab Walker drew a little aside upon a higher ridge of
rocks. As for me, I leaned close to the water to watch the agitation. It
did not lessen. On the contrary it became momentarily more evident, and I
began to distinguish a sort of regular throbbing, like that produced by a
screw in motion.
"There is no doubt," declared Wells, leaning close to me, "there is
a boat coming toward us."
"There certainly is," responded I, "unless they have whales or sharks in
"No, it is a boat," repeated Wells. "Is she headed toward the mouth of
the creek, or is she going further up it?"
"This is just where you saw the boat twice before?"
"Yes, just here."
"Then if this is the same one, and it can be no other, she will probably
return to the same spot."
"There!" whispered Wells, extending his hand toward the entrance of the
Our companions rejoined us, and all four, crouching low upon the bank,
peered in the direction he pointed.
We vaguely distinguished a black mass moving through the darkness.
It advanced very slowly and was still outside the creek, upon the
lake, perhaps a cable's length to the northeast. We could scarcely
hear even now the faint throbbing of its engines. Perhaps they had
stopped and the boat was only gliding forward under their previous
It seemed, then, that this was indeed the submarine which Wells
had watched, and it was returning to pass this night, like the
last, within the shelter of the creek.
Why had it left the anchorage, if only to return? Had it suffered some
new disaster, which again impaired its power? Or had it been before compelled
to leave, with its repairs still unfinished? What cause constrained it to
return here? Was there some imperious reason why it could no longer be turned
into an automobile, and go darting away across the roads of Ohio?
To all these questions which came crowding upon me, I could give
no answer. Furthermore both Wells and I kept reasoning under
the assumption that this was really the "Terror" commanded by the
"Master of the World" who had dated from it his letter of defiance to
the government. Yet this premise was still unproven, no matter
how confident we might feel of it.
Whatever boat this was, that stole so softly through the night,
it continued to approach us. Assuredly its captain must know perfectly the
channels and shores of Black Rock Creek, since he ventured here in such
darkness. Not a light showed upon the deck. Not a single ray from within the
cabin glimmered through any crevice.
A moment later, we heard some machinery moving very softly. The swell of
the eddies grew stronger, and in a few moments the boat touched the
This word "quay," only used in that region, exactly describes the spot.
The rocks at our feet formed a level, five or six feet above the water, and
descending to it perpendicularly, exactly like a landing wharf.
"We must not stop here," whispered Wells, seizing me by the arm.
"No," I answered, "they might see us. We must lie crouched upon
the beach! Or we might hide in some crevice of the rocks."
"We will follow you."
There was not a moment to lose. The dark mass was now close at hand, and
on its deck, but slightly raised above the surface of the water, we could
trace the silhouettes of two men.
Were there, then, really only two on board?
We stole softly back to where the ravines rose toward the woods above.
Several niches in the rocks were at hand. Wells and I crouched down in one,
my two assistants in another. If the men on the "Terror" landed, they could
not see us; but we could see them, and would be able to act as opportunity
There were some slight noises from the boat, a few words exchanged
in our own language. It was evident that the vessel was preparing
to anchor. Then almost instantly, a rope was thrown out, exactly on
the point of the quay where we had stood.
Leaning forward, Wells could discern that the rope was seized by one of
the mariners, who had leaped ashore. Then we heard a grappling-iron scrape
along the ground.
Some moments later, steps crunched upon the sand. Two men came up
the ravine, and went onward toward the edge of the woods, guiding
their steps by a ship lantern.
Where were they going? Was Black Rock Creek a regular hiding place
of the "Terror?" Had her commander a depot here for stores or provisions?
Did they come here to restock their craft, when the whim of their wild
voyaging brought them to this part of the continent? Did they know this
deserted, uninhabited spot so well, that they had no fear of ever being
"What shall we do?" whispered Wells.
"Wait till they return, and then—" My words were cut short by
a surprise. The men were not thirty feet from us, when, one of
them chancing to turn suddenly, the light of their lantern fell full
upon his face.
He was one of the two men who had watched before my house in
Long Street! I could not be mistaken! I recognized him as positively as
my old servant had done. It was he; it was assuredly one of the spies
of whom I had never been able to find any further traces! There was
no longer any doubt, my warning letter had come from them. It
was therefore from the "Master of the World"; it had been written from the
"Terror" and this was the "Terror." Once more I asked myself what could
be the connection between this machine and the Great Eyrie!
In whispered words, I told Wells of my discovery. His only comment was,
"It is all incomprehensible!"
Meanwhile the two men had continued on their way to the woods, and were
gathering sticks beneath the trees. "What if they discover our encampment?"
"No danger, if they do not go beyond the nearest trees."
"But if they do discover it?"
"They will hurry back to their boat, and we shall be able to cut
off their retreat."
Toward the creek, where their craft lay, there was no further sound. I
left my hiding-place; I descended the ravine to the quay; I stood on the very
spot where the grappling-iron was fast among the rocks.
The "Terror" lay there, quiet at the end of its cable. Not a light was
on board; not a person visible, either on the deck, or on the bank. Was not
this my opportunity? Should I leap on board and there await the return of the
"Mr. Strock!" It was Wells, who called to me softly from close
I drew back in all haste and crouched down beside him. Was it too late
to take possession of the boat? Or would the attempt perhaps result in
disaster from the presence of others watching on board?
At any rate, the two men with the lantern were close at hand returning
down the ravine. Plainly they suspected nothing. Each carrying a bundle of
wood, they came forward and stopped upon the quay.
Then one of them raised his voice, though not loudly.
"All right," answered a voice from the boat.
Wells murmured in my ear, "There are three!"
"Perhaps four," I answered, "perhaps five or six!"
The situation grew more complicated. Against a crew so numerous,
what ought we to do? The least imprudence might cost us dear! Now that
the two men had returned, would they re-embark with their faggots?
Then would the boat leave the creek, or would it remain anchored
until day? If it withdrew, would it not be lost to us? It could leave
the waters of Lake Erie, and cross any of the neighboring states by
land; or it could retrace its road by the Detroit River which would lead
it to Lake Huron and the Great Lakes above. Would such an opportunity
as this, in the narrow waters of Black Rock Creek, ever occur again!
"At least," said I to Wells, "we are four. They do not expect
attack; they will be surprised. The result is in the hands of
I was about to call our two men, when Wells again seized my
arm. "Listen!" said he.
One of the men hailed the boat, and it drew close up to the rocks.
We heard the Captain say to the two men ashore, "Everything is all right,
"There are still two bundles of wood left there?"
"Then one more trip will bring them all on board the 'Terror.'"
The "Terror!" It WAS she!
"Yes; just one more trip," answered one of the men.
"Good; then we will start off again at daybreak."
Were there then but three of them on board? The Captain, this Master of
the World, and these two men?
Evidently they planned to take aboard the last of their wood. Then they
would withdraw within their machine, and go to sleep. Would not that be the
time to surprise them, before they could defend themselves?
Rather than to attempt to reach and capture the ship in face of
this resolute Captain who was guarding it, Wells and I agreed that it
was better to let his men return unassailed, and wait till they were
It was now half an hour after ten. Steps were once more heard upon the
shore. The man with a lantern and his companion, again remounted the ravine
toward the woods. When they were safely beyond hearing, Wells went to warn
our men, while I stole forward again to the very edge of the water.
The "Terror" lay at the end of a short cable. As well as I could judge,
she was long and slim, shaped like a spindle, without chimney, without masts,
without rigging, such a shape as had been described when she was seen on the
coast of New England.
I returned to my place, with my men in the shelter of the ravine; and we
looked to our revolvers, which might well prove of service.
Five minutes had passed since the men reached the woods, and we expected
their return at any moment. After that, we must wait at least an hour before
we made our attack; so that both the Captain and his comrades might be deep
in sleep. It was important that they should have not a moment either to send
their craft darting out upon the waters of Lake Erie, or to plunge it beneath
the waves where we would have been entrapped with it.
In all my career I have never felt such impatience. It seemed to me that
the two men must have been detained in the woods. Something had barred their
Suddenly a loud noise was heard, the tumult of run-away
horses, galloping furiously along the shore!
They were our own, which, frightened, and perhaps neglected by
the driver, had broken away from the clearing, and now came rushing
along the bank.
At the same moment, the two men reappeared, and this time they
were running with all speed. Doubtless they had discovered our
encampment, and had at once suspected that there were police hidden in the
woods. They realized that they were watched, they were followed, they
would be seized. So they dashed recklessly down the ravine, and
after loosening the cable, they would doubtless endeavor to leap
aboard. The "Terror" would disappear with the speed of a meteor, and
our attempt would be wholly defeated!
"Forward," I cried. And we scrambled down the sides of the ravine to cut
off the retreat of the two men.
They saw us and, on the instant, throwing down their bundles, fired at
us with revolvers, hitting John Hart in the leg.
We fired in our turn, but less successfully. The men neither fell
nor faltered in their course. Reaching the edge of the creek,
without stopping to unloose the cable, they plunged overboard, and in
a moment were clinging to the deck of the "Terror."
Their captain, springing forward, revolver in hand, fired. The
ball grazed Wells.
Nab Walker and I seizing the cable, pulled the black mass of the
boat toward shore. Could they cut the rope in time to escape us ?
Suddenly the grappling-iron was torn violently from the rocks. One
of its hooks caught in my belt, while Walker was knocked down by
the flying cable. I was entangled by the iron and the rope and
dragged forward —
The "Terror," driven by all the power of her engines, made a
single bound and darted out across Black Rock Creek.
ON BOARD THE TERROR
When I came to my senses it was daylight. A half light pierced
the thick glass port-hole of the narrow cabin wherein someone had
placed me — how many hours ago, I could not say! Yet it seemed to me by
the slanting rays, that the sun could not be very far above the
I was resting in a narrow bunk with coverings over me. My
clothes, hanging in a corner, had been dried. My belt, torn in half by
the hook of the iron, lay on the floor.
I felt no wound nor injury, only a little weakness. If I had
lost consciousness, I was sure it had not been from a blow. My head
must have been drawn beneath the water, when I was tangled in the cable.
I should have been suffocated, if someone had not dragged me from
Now, was I on board the "Terror?" And was I alone with the Captain and
his two men? This seemed probable, almost certain. The whole scene of our
encounter rose before my eyes, Hart lying wounded upon the bank; Wells firing
shot after shot, Walker hurled down at the instant when the grappling hook
caught my belt! And my companions? On their side, must not they think that I
had perished in the waters of Lake Erie?
Where was the "Terror" now, and how was it navigating? Was it moving as
an automobile? Speeding across the roads of some neighboring State? If so,
and if I had been unconscious for many hours, the machine with its tremendous
powers must be already far away. Or, on the other hand, were we, as a
submarine, following some course beneath the lake?
No, the "Terror" was moving upon some broad liquid surface.
The sunlight, penetrating my cabin, showed that the window was
not submerged. On the other hand, I felt none of the jolting that
the automobile must have suffered even on the smoothest highway. Hence the
"Terror" was not traveling upon land.
As to deciding whether she was still traversing Lake Erie, that
was another matter. Had not the Captain reascended the Detroit River,
and entered Lake Huron, or even Lake Superior beyond? It was difficult
At any rate I decided to go up on deck. From there I might be able
to judge. Dragging myself somewhat heavily from the bunk, I reached for my
clothes and dressed, though without much energy. Was I not probably locked
within this cabin?
The only exit seemed by a ladder and hatchway above my head. The hatch
rose readily to my hand, and I ascended half way on deck.
My first care was to look forward, backward, and on both sides of
the speeding "Terror." Everywhere a vast expanse of waves! Not a shore
in sight! Nothing but the horizon formed by sea and sky!
Whether it was a lake or the ocean I could easily settle. As we
shot forward at such speed the water cut by the bow, rose furiously
upward on either side, and the spray lashed savagely against me.
I tasted it. It was fresh water, and very probably that of Lake
Erie. The sun was but midway toward the zenith so it could scarcely be
more than seven or eight hours since the moment when the "Terror"
had darted from Black Rock Creek.
This must therefore be the following morning, that of the thirty-first
Considering that Lake Erie is two hundred and twenty miles long,
and over fifty wide, there was no reason to be surprised that I could
see no land, neither that of the United States to the southeast nor
of Canada to the northwest.
At this moment there were two men on the deck, one being at the bow on
the look-out, the other in the stern, keeping the course to the northeast, as
I judged by the position of the sun. The one at the bow was he whom I had
recognized as he ascended the ravine at Black Rock. The second was his
companion who had carried the lantern. I looked in vain for the one whom they
had called Captain. He was not in sight.
It will be readily appreciated how eager was my desire to stand in the
presence of the creator of this prodigious machines of this fantastic
personage who occupied and preoccupied the attention of all the world, the
daring inventor who did not fear to engage in battle against the entire human
race, and who proclaimed himself "Master of the World."
I approached the man on the look-out, and after a minute of silence
I asked him, "Where is the Captain?"
He looked at me through half-closed eyes. He seemed not to
understand me. Yet I knew, having heard him the night before, that he
spoke English. Moreover, I noticed that he did not appear surprised to
see me out of my cabin. Turning his back upon me, he continued to
search the horizon.
I stepped then toward the stern, determined to ask the same
question about the Captain. But when I approached the steersman, he waved
me away with his hand, and I obtained no other response.
It only remained for me to study this craft, from which we had
been repelled with revolver shots, when we had seized upon its anchor
I therefore set leisurely to work to examine the construction of
this machine, which was carrying me—whither? The deck and the upper
works were all made of some metal which I did not recognize. In the
center of the deck, a scuttle half raised covered the room where the
engines were working regularly and almost silently. As I had seen
before, neither masts, nor rigging! Not even a flagstaff at the stern!
Toward the bow there arose the top of a periscope by which the
"Terror" could be guided when beneath the water.
On the sides were folded back two sort of outshoots resembling
the gangways on certain Dutch boats. Of these I could not understand
In the bow there rose a third hatch-way which presumably covered
the quarters occupied by the two men when the "Terror" was at rest.
At the stern a similar hatch gave access probably to the cabin of
the captain, who remained unseen. When these different hatches were
shut down, they had a sort of rubber covering which closed
them hermetically tight, so that the water could not reach the
interior when the boat plunged beneath the ocean.
As to the motor, which imparted such prodigious speed to the machine, I
could see nothing of it, nor of the propeller. However, the fast speeding
boat left behind it only a long, smooth wake. The extreme fineness of the
lines of the craft, caused it to make scarcely any waves, and enabled it to
ride lightly over the crest of the billows even in a rough sea.
As was already known, the power by which the machine was driven,
was neither steam nor gasoline, nor any of those similar liquids so
well known by their odor, which are usually employed for automobiles
and submarines. No doubt the power here used was electricity, generated on
board, at some high power. Naturally I asked myself whence comes this
electricity, from piles, or from accumulators? But how were these piles or
accumulators charged? Unless, indeed, the electricity was drawn directly from
the surrounding air or from the water, by processes hitherto unknown. And I
asked myself with intense eagerness if in the present situation, I might be
able to discover these secrets.
Then I thought of my companions, left behind on the shore of Black Rock
Creek. One of them, I knew, was wounded; perhaps the others were also. Having
seen me dragged overboard by the hawser, could they possibly suppose that I
had been rescued by the "Terror?" Surely not! Doubtless the news of my
death had already been telegraphed to Mr. Ward from Toledo. And now who would
dare to undertake a new campaign against this "Master of the World"?
These thoughts occupied my mind as I awaited the captain's appearance on
the deck. He did not appear.
I soon began to feel very hungry; for I must have fasted now
nearly twenty-four hours. I had eaten nothing since our hasty meal in
the woods, even if that had been the night before. And judging by
the pangs which now assailed my stomach, I began to wonder if I had
not been snatched on board the "Terror" two days before,—or even more.
Happily the question if they meant to feed me, and how they meant
to feed me, was solved at once. The man at the bow left his
post, descended, and reappeared. Then, without saying a word, he
placed some food before me and returned to his place. Some potted
meat, dried fish, sea-biscuit, and a pot of ale so strong that I had to
mix it with water, such was the meal to which I did full justice.
My fellow travelers had doubtless eaten before I came out of the
cabin, and they did not join me.
There was nothing further to attract my eyes, and I sank again
into thought. How would this adventure finish? Would I see this
invisible captain at length, and would he restore me to liberty? Could I
regain it in spite of him? That would depend on circumstances! But if
the "Terror" kept thus far away from the shore, or if she traveled beneath
the water, how could I escape from her? Unless we landed, and the machine
became an automobile, must I not abandon all hope of escape?
Moreover—why should I not admit it?—to escape without having learned
anything of the "Terror's" secrets would not have contented me at all.
Although I could not thus far flatter myself upon the success of my campaign,
and though I had come within a hairbreadth of losing my life and though the
future promised far more of evil than of good, yet after all, a step forward
had been attained. To be sure, if I was never to be able to re-enter into
communication with the world, if, like this Master of the World who had
voluntarily placed himself outside the law, I was now placed outside
humanity, then the fact that I had reached the "Terror" would have little
The craft continued headed to the northeast, following the longer axis
of Lake Erie. She was advancing at only half speed; for, had she been doing
her best, she must some hours before have reached the northeastern extremity
of the lake.
At this end Lake Erie has no other outlet than the Niagara River,
by which it empties into Lake Ontario. Now, this river is barred by
the famous cataract some fifteen miles beyond the important city
of Buffalo. Since the "Terror" had not retreated by the Detroit
River, down which she had descended from the upper lakes, how was she
to escape from these waters, unless indeed she crossed by land?
The sun passed the meridian. The day was beautiful; warm but
not unpleasantly so, thanks to the breeze made by our passage. The
shores of the lake continued invisible on both the Canadian and the
Was the captain determined not to show himself? Had he some reason for
remaining unknown? Such a precaution would indicate that he intended to set
me at liberty in the evening, when the "Terror" could approach the shore
Toward two o'clock, however, I heard a slight noise; the
central hatchway was raised. The man I had so impatiently awaited appeared
I must admit he paid no more attention to me, than his men had
done. Going to the stern, he took the helm. The man whom he had
relieved, after a few words in a low tone, left the deck, descending by
the forward hatchway. The captain, having scanned the horizon,
consulted the compass, and slightly altered our course. The speed of
the "Terror" increased.
This man, so interesting both to me and to the world, must have
been some years over fifty. He was of middle height, with
powerful shoulders still very erect; a strong head, with thick hair
rather gray than white, smooth shaven cheeks, and a short, crisp beard.
His chest was broad, his jaw prominent, and he had that
characteristic sign of tremendous energy, bushy eyebrows drawn sharply
together. Assuredly he possessed a constitution of iron, splendid health,
and warm red blood beneath his sun burned skin.
Like his companions the captain was dressed in sea-clothes covered by an
oil-skin coat, and with a woolen cap which could be pulled down to cover his
head entirely, when he so desired.
Need I add that the captain of the "Terror" was the other of the
two men, who had watched my house in Long street. Moreover, if
I recognized him, he also must recognize me as chief-inspector Strock, to
whom had been assigned the task of penetrating the Great Eyrie.
I looked at him curiously. On his part, while he did not seek to avoid
my eyes, he showed at least a singular indifference to the fact that he had a
stranger on board.
As I watched him, the idea came to me, a suggestion which I had
not connected with the first view of him in Washington, that I had already
seen this characteristic figure. Was it in one of the photographs held in the
police department, or was it merely a picture in some shop window? But the
remembrance was very vague. Perhaps I merely imagined it.
Well, though his companions had not had the politeness to answer
me, perhaps he would be more courteous. He spoke the same language as
I, although I could not feel quite positive that he was of American birth.
He might indeed have decided to pretend not to understand me, so as to avoid
all discussion while he held me prisoner.
In that case, what did he mean to do with me? Did he intend to dispose
of me without further ceremony? Was he only waiting for night to throw me
overboard? Did even the little which I knew of him, make me a danger of which
he must rid himself? But in that case, he might better have left me at the
end of his anchor line. That would have saved him the necessity of drowning
me over again.
I turned, I walked to the stern, I stopped full in front of him. Then,
at length, he fixed full upon me a glance that burned like a flame.
"Are you the captain?" I asked.
He was silent.
"This boat! Is it really the 'Terror?'"
To this question also there was no response. Then I reached toward him;
I would have taken hold of his arm.
He repelled me without violence, but with a movement that
suggested tremendous restrained power.
Planting myself again before him, I demanded in a louder tone, "What do
you mean to do with me?"
Words seemed almost ready to burst from his lips, which he
compressed with visible irritation. As though to check his speech he turned
his head aside. His hand touched a regulator of some sort, and the machine
rapidly increased its speed.
Anger almost mastered me. I wanted to cry out "So be it! Keep
your silence! I know who you are, just as I know your machine,
recognized at Madison, at Boston, at Lake Kirdall. Yes; it is you, who
have rushed so recklessly over our roads, our seas and our lakes!
Your boat is the 'Terror' and you her commander, wrote that letter to
the government. It is you who fancy you can fight the entire world.
You, who call yourself the Master of the World!"
And how could he have denied it! I saw at that moment the
famous initials inscribed upon the helm!
Fortunately I restrained myself; and despairing of getting any response
to my questions, I returned to my seat near the hatchway of my cabin.
For long hours, I patiently watched the horizon in the hope that
land would soon appear. Yes, I sat waiting! For I was reduced to
that! Waiting! No doubt, before the day closed, the "Terror" must reach
the end of Lake Erie, since she continued her course steadily to
The hours passed, and the situation did not change. The
steersman returned on deck, and the captain, descending, watched the
movement of the engines. Even when our speed increased, these
engines continued working without noise, and with remarkable smoothness
There was never one of those inevitable breaks, with which in most
motors the pistons sometimes miss a stroke. I concluded that the
"Terror," in each of its transformations must be worked by rotary engines.
But I could not assure myself of this.
For the rest, our direction did not change. Always we headed toward the
northeast end of the lake, and hence toward Buffalo.
Why, I wondered, did the captain persist in following this route?
He could not intend to stop at Buffalo, in the midst of a crowd of
boats and shipping of every kind. If he meant to leave the lake by
water, there was only the Niagara River to follow; and its Falls would
be impassable, even to such a machine as this. The only escape was by the
Detroit River, and the "Terror" was constantly leaving that farther
Then another idea occurred to me. Perhaps the captain was only waiting
for night to return to the shore of the lake. There, the boat, changed to an
automobile, would quickly cross the neighboring States. If I did not succeed
in making my escape, during this passage across the land, all hope of
regaining my liberty would be gone.
True, I might learn where this Master of the World hid himself. I might
learn what no one had yet been able to discover, assuming always that he did
not dispose of me at one time or another—and what I expected his "disposal"
would be, is easily comprehended.
I knew the northeast end of Lake Erie well, having often visited
that section of New York State which extends westward from Albany
to Buffalo. Three years before, a police mission had led me to
explore carefully the shores of the Niagara River, both above and below
the cataract and its Suspension Bridge. I had visited the two
principal islands between Buffalo and the little city of Niagara Falls, I
had explored Navy Island and also Goat Island, which separates
the American falls from those of the Canadian side.
Thus if an opportunity for flight presented itself, I should not
find myself in an unknown district. But would this chance offer? And
at heart, did I desire it, or would I seize upon it? What secrets
still remained in this affair in which good fortune or was it
evil fortune—had so closely entangled me!
On the other hand, I saw no real reason to suppose that there was
any chance of my reaching the shores of the Niagara River. The
"Terror" would surely not venture into this trap which had no exit.
Probably she would not even go to the extremity of the lake.
Such were the thoughts that spun through my excited brain, while my eyes
remained fixed upon the empty horizon.
And always one persistent question remained insolvable. Why had
the captain written to me personally that threatening letter? Why had
he spied upon me in Washington? What bond attached him to the Great Eyrie?
There might indeed be subterranean canals which gave him passage to Lake
Kirdall, but could he pierce the impenetrable fortress of the Eyrie? No! That
was beyond him!
Toward four o'clock in the afternoon, reckoning by the speed of
the "Terror" and her direction, I knew we must be approaching Buffalo; and
indeed, its outlines began to show some fifteen miles ahead. During our
passage, a few boats had been seen, but we had passed them at a long
distance, a distance which our captain could easily keep as great as he
pleased. Moreover, the "Terror" lay so low upon the water, that at even a
mile away it would have been difficult to discover her.
Now, however, the hills encircling the end of Lake Erie, came
within vision, beyond Buffalo, forming the sort of funnel by which Lake
Erie pours its waters into the channel of the Niagara river. Some
dunes rose on the right, groups of trees stood out here and there. In
the distance, several freight steamers and fishing smacks appeared.
The sky became spotted with trails of smoke, which were swept along by
a light eastern breeze.
What was our captain thinking of in still heading toward the port
of Buffalo! Did not prudence forbid him to venture further? At
each moment, I expected that he would give a sweep of the helm and
turn away toward the western shore of the lake. Or else, I thought,
he would prepare to plunge beneath the surface. But this persistence
in holding our bow toward Buffalo was impossible to understand!
At length the helmsman, whose eyes were watching the northeastern shore,
made a sign to his companion. The latter, leaving the bow, went to the
central hatchway, and descended into the engine room. Almost immediately the
captain came on deck, and joining the helmsman, spoke with him in a low
The latter, extending his hand toward Buffalo, pointed out two
black spots, which showed five or six miles distant on the starboard
side. The captain studied them attentively. Then shrugging his
shoulders, he seated himself at the stern without altering the course of
A quarter of an hour later, I could see plainly that there were
two smoke clouds at the point they had studied so carefully. Little
by little the black spots beneath these became more defined. They were two
long, low steamers, which, coming from the port of Buffalo, were approaching
Suddenly it struck me that these were the two torpedo destroyers
of which Mr. Ward had spoken, and which I had been told to summon in case
These destroyers were of the newest type, the swiftest boats
yet constructed in the country. Driven by powerful engines of the
latest make, they had covered almost thirty miles an hour. It is true,
the "Terror" commanded an even greater speed, and always, if she
were surrounded so that flight was impossible, she could submerge
herself out of reach of all pursuit. In truth, the destroyers would have
had to be submarines to attack the "Terror" with any chance of
success. And I know not, if even in that case, the contest would have
Meanwhile, it seemed to me evident that the commanders of the two ships
had been warned, perhaps by Mr. Wells who, returning swiftly to Toledo, might
have telegraphed to them the news of our defeat. It appeared, moreover, that
they had seen the "Terror," for they were headed at full speed toward her.
Yet our captain, seemingly giving them no thought whatever, continued his
course toward the Niagara River.
What would the torpedo destroyers do? Presumably, they would maneuver so
as to seek to shut the "Terror" within the narrowing end of the lake where
the Niagara offered her no passage.
Our captain now took the helm. One of the men was at the bow, the other
in the engine room. Would the order be given for me to go down into the
It was not, to my extreme satisfaction. To speak frankly, no one
paid any attention to me. It was as if I had not been on board. I
watched, therefore, not without mixed emotions, the approach of
the destroyers. Less than two miles distant now they separated in such
a way as to hold the "Terror" between their fires.
As to the Master of the World, his manner indicated only the
most profound disdain. He seemed sure that these destroyers were
powerless against him. With a touch to his machinery he could distance them,
no matter what their speed! With a few turns of her engine, the
"Terror" would dart beyond their cannon shots! Or, in the depths of the
lake, what projectiles could find the submarine?
Five minutes later, scarcely a mile separated us from the two powerful
fighters which pursued us. Our captain permitted them to approach still
closer. Then he pressed upon a handle. The "Terror," doubling the action of
her propellers, leaped across the surface of the lake. She played with the
destroyers! Instead of turning in flight, she continued her forward course.
Who knew if she would not even have the audacity to pass between her two
enemies, to coax them after her, until the hour when, as night closed in,
they would be forced to abandon the useless pursuit!
The city of Buffalo was now in plain view on the border of the lake. I
saw its huge buildings, its church towers, its grain elevators. Only four or
five miles ahead, Niagara river opened to the northward.
Under these new conditions which way should I turn? When we passed
in front of the destroyers, or perhaps between them, should I not
throw myself into the waters I was a good swimmer, and such a chance
might never occur again. The captain could not stop to recapture me.
By diving could I not easily escape, even from a bullet? I should
surely be seen by one or other of the pursuers. Perhaps, even,
their commanders had been warned of my presence on board the
"Terror." Would not a boat be sent to rescue me?
Evidently my chance of success would be even greater, if the
"Terror" entered the narrow waters of Niagara River. At Navy Island I would
be able to set foot on territory that I knew well. But to suppose that our
captain would rush into this river where he might be swept over the great
cataract! That seemed impossible! I resolved to await the destroyers' closest
approach and at the last moment I would decide.
Yet my resolution to escape was but half-hearted. I could not
resign myself thus to lose all chance of following up this mystery.
My instincts as a police official revolted. I had but to reach out my hand
in order to seize this man who had been outlawed! Should I let him escape me!
No! I would not save myself! Yet, on the other hand, what fate awaited me,
and where would I be carried by the "Terror," if I remained on board?
It was a quarter past six. The destroyers, quivering and trembling under
the strain of their speed, gained on us perceptibly. They were now directly
astern, leaving between them a distance of twelve or fifteen cable lengths.
The "Terror," without increasing her speed, saw one of them approach on the
port side, the other to starboard.
I did not leave my place. The man at the bow was close by me. Immovable
at the helm, his eyes burning beneath his contracted brows, the captain
waited. He meant, perhaps, to finish the chase by one last maneuver.
Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose from the destroyer on our left.
A projectile, brushing the surface of the water, passed in front of
the "Terror," and sped beyond the destroyer on our right.
I glanced around anxiously. Standing by my side, the lookout seemed to
await a sign from the captain. As for him, he did not even turn his head; and
I shall never forget the expression of disdain imprinted on his visage.
At this moment, I was pushed suddenly toward the hatchway of my cabin,
which was fastened above me. At the same instant the other hatchways were
closed; the deck became watertight. I heard a single throb of the machinery,
and the plunge was made, the submarine disappeared beneath the waters of the
Cannon shot still boomed above us. Their heavy echo reached my ear; then
everything was peace. Only a faint light penetrated through the porthole into
my cabin. The submarine, without the least rolling or pitching, sped silently
through the deeps.
I had seen with what rapidity, and also with what ease
the transformation of the "Terror" had been made. No less easy and
rapid, perhaps, would be her change to an automobile.
And now what would this Master of the World do? Presumably he
would change his course, unless, indeed, he preferred to speed to land,
and there continue his route along the roads. It still seemed
more probable, however, that he would turn back toward the west, and
after distancing the destroyers, regain the Detroit River. Our
submersion would probably only last long enough to escape out of cannon
range, or until night forbade pursuit.
Fate, however, had decreed a different ending to this exciting
chase. Scarce ten minutes had passed when there seemed some confusion
on board. I heard rapid words exchanged in the engine room. The
steadily moving machinery became noisy and irregular. At once I suspected
that some accident compelled the submarine to reascend.
I was not mistaken. In a moment, the semi-obscurity of my cabin
was pierced by sunshine. The "Terror" had risen above water. I heard steps
on the deck, and the hatchways were re-opened, including mine. I sprang up
The captain had resumed his place at the helm, while the two men
were busy below. I looked to see if the destroyers were still in
view. Yes! Only a quarter of a mile away! The "Terror" had already
been seen, and the powerful vessels which enforced the mandates of
our government were swinging into position to give chase. Once more
the "Terror" sped in the direction of Niagara River.
I must confess, I could make nothing of this maneuver. Plunging into a
cul-de-sac, no longer able to seek the depths because of the accident, the
"Terror" might, indeed, temporarily distance her pursuers; but she must find
her path barred by them when she attempted to return. Did she intend to land,
and if so, could she hope to outrun the telegrams which would warn every
police agency of her approach?
We were now not half a mile ahead. The destroyers pursued us at
top speed, though being now directly behind, they were in poor
position for using their guns. Our captain seemed content to keep
this distance; though it would have been easy for him to increase it,
and then at nightfall, to dodge back behind the enemy.
Already Buffalo had disappeared on our right, and a little after seven
o'clock the opening of the Niagara River appeared ahead. If he entered there,
knowing that he could not return, our captain must have lost his mind! And in
truth was he not insane, this man who proclaimed himself, who believed
himself, Master of the World?
I watched him there, calm, impassive not even turning his head to note
the progress of the destroyers and I wondered at him.
This end of the lake was absolutely deserted. Freight steamers bound for
the towns on the banks of the upper Niagara are not numerous, as its
navigation is dangerous. Not one was in sight. Not even a fishing-boat
crossed the path of the "Terror." Even the two destroyers would soon be
obliged to pause in their pursuit, if we continued our mad rush through these
I have said that the Niagara River flows between New York and
Canada. Its width, of about three quarters of a mile, narrows as
it approaches the falls. Its length, from Lake Erie to Lake Ontario,
is about fifteen leagues. It flows in a northerly direction, until
it empties the waters of Lake Superior, Michigan, Huron, and Erie
into Ontario, the last lake of this mighty chain. The celebrated
falls, which occur in the midst of this great river have a height of over
a hundred and fifty feet. They are called sometimes the Horse-shoe Falls,
because they curve inward like the iron shoe. The Indians have given them the
name of "Thunder of Waters," and in truth a mighty thunder roars from them
without cessation, and with a tumult which is heard for several miles
Between Lake Erie, and the little city of Niagara Falls, two
islands divide the current of the river, Navy Island, a league above
the cataract, and Goat Island, which separates the American and
the Canadian Falls. Indeed, on the lower point of this latter isle
stood once that "Terrapin Tower" so daringly built in the midst of
the plunging waters on the very edge of the abyss. It has been
destroyed; for the constant wearing away of the stone beneath the cataract
makes the ledge move with the ages slowly up the river, and the tower
has been drawn into the gulf.
The town of Fort Erie stands on the Canadian shore at the entrance
of the river. Two other towns are set along the banks above the
falls, Schlosser on the right bank, and Chippewa on the left, located
on either side of Navy Island. It is at this point that the current, bound
within a narrower channel, begins to move at tremendous speed, to become two
miles further on, the celebrated cataract.
The "Terror" had already passed Fort Erie. The sun in the west touched
the edge of the Canadian horizon, and the moon, faintly seen, rose above the
mists of the south. Darkness would not envelop us for another hour.
The destroyers, with huge clouds of smoke streaming from their funnels,
followed us a mile behind. They sped between banks green with shade trees and
dotted with cottages which lay among lovely gardens.
Obviously the "Terror" could no longer turn back. The destroyers
shut her in completely. It is true their commanders did not know, as
I did, that an accident to her machinery had forced her to the
surface, and that it was impossible for her to escape them by another
plunge. Nevertheless, they continued to follow, and would assuredly
maintain their pursuit to the very last.
I marveled at the intrepidity of their chase through these
dangerous waters. I marveled still more at the conduct of our captain. Within
a half hour now, his course would be barred by the cataract. No matter how
perfect his machine, it could not escape the power of the great falls. If the
current once mastered our engines, we should inevitably disappear in the gulf
nearly two hundred feet deep which the waters have dug at the base of the
falls! Perhaps, however, our captain had still power to turn to one of the
shores and flee by the automobile routes.
In the midst of this excitement, what action should I take personally?
Should I attempt to gain the shores of Navy Island, if we indeed advanced
that far? If I did not seize this chance, never after what I had learned of
his secrets, never would the Master of the World restore me to liberty.
I suspected, however, that my flight was no longer possible. If I
was not confined within my cabin, I no longer remained unwatched.
While the captain retained his place at the helm, his assistant by my
side never removed his eyes from me. At the first movement, I should
be seized and locked within my room. For the present, my fate
was evidently bound up with that of the "Terror."
The distance which separated us from the two destroyers was now growing
rapidly less. Soon they were but a few cable-lengths away. Could the motor of
the "Terror," since the accident, no longer hold its speeds? Yet the captain
showed not the least anxiety, and made no effort to reach land!
We could hear the hissing of the steam which escaped from the valves of
the destroyers, to mingle with the streamers of black smoke. But we heard,
even more plainly, the roar of the cataract, now less than three miles
The "Terror" took the left branch of the river in passing Navy Island.
At this point, she was within easy reach of the shore, yet she shot ahead.
Five minutes later, we could see the first trees of Goat Island. The current
became more and more irresistible. If the "Terror" did not stop, the
destroyers could not much longer follow her. If it pleased our accursed
captain to plunge us into the vortex of the falls, surely they did not mean
to follow into the abyss!
Indeed, at this moment they signaled each other, and stopped
the pursuit. They were scarce more than six hundred feet from
the cataract. Then their thunders burst on the air and several cannon shot
swept over the "Terror" without hitting its low-lying deck.
The sun had set, and through the twilight the moon's rays shone upon us
from the south. The speed of our craft, doubled by the speed of the current,
was prodigious! In another moment, we should plunge into that black hollow
which forms the very center of the Canadian Falls.
With an eye of horror, I saw the shores of Goat Island flashed by, then
came the Isles of the Three Sisters, drowned in the spray from the
I sprang up; I started to throw myself into the water, in the desperate
hope of gaining this last refuge. One of the men seized me from behind.
Suddenly a sharp noise was heard from the mechanism which
throbbed within our craft. The long gangways folded back on the sides of
the machine, spread out like wings, and at the moment when the
"Terror" reached the very edge of the falls, she arose into space,
escaping from the thundering cataract in the center of a lunar rainbow.
THE EAGLE'S NEST
On the morrow, when I awoke after a sound sleep, our vehicle
seemed motionless. It seemed to me evident that we were not running
upon land. Yet neither were we rushing through or beneath the waters;
nor yet soaring across the sky. Had the inventor regained that
mysterious hiding-place of his, where no human being had ever set foot
And now, since he had not disembarrassed himself of my presence, was his
secret about to be revealed to me?
It seemed astonishing that I had slept so profoundly during most of our
voyage through the air. It puzzled me and I asked if this sleep had not been
caused by some drug, mixed with my last meal, the captain of the "Terror"
having wished thus to prevent me from knowing the place where we landed. All
that I can recall of the previous night is the terrible impression made upon
me by that moment when the machine, instead of being caught in the vortex of
the cataract rose under the impulse of its machinery like a bird with its
huge wings beating with tremendous power!
So this machine actually fulfilled a four-fold use! It was at the same
time automobile, boat, submarine, and airship. Earth, sea and air, — it
could move through all three elements! And with what power! With what speed!
Al few instants sufficed to complete its marvelous transformations. The same
engine drove it along all its courses! And I had been a witness of its
metamorphoses! But that of which I was still ignorant, and which I could
perhaps discover, was the source of the energy which drove the machine, and
above all, who was the inspired inventor who, after having created it, in
every detail, guided it with so much ability and audacity!
At the moment when the "Terror" rose above the Canadian Falls, I
was held down against the hatchway of my cabin. The clear, moonlit evening
had permitted me to note the direction taken by the air-ship. It followed the
course of the river and passed the Suspension Bridge three miles below the
falls. It is here that the irresistible rapids of the Niagara River begin,
where the river bends sharply to descend toward Lake Ontario.
On leaving this point, I was sure that we had turned toward the
east. The captain continued at the helm. I had not addressed a word to
him. What good would it do? He would not have answered. I noted that
the "Terror" seemed to be guided in its course through the air
with surprising ease. Assuredly the roads of the air were as familiar
to it as those of the seas and of the lands!
In the presence of such results, could one not understand the enormous
pride of this man who proclaimed himself Master of the World? Was he not in
control of a machine infinitely superior to any that had ever sprung from the
hand of man, and against which men were powerless? In truth, why should he
sell this marvel? Why should he accept the millions offered him? Yes, I
comprehended now that absolute confidence in himself which was expressed in
his every attitude. And where might not his ambition carry him, if by its
own excess it mounted some day into madness!
A half hour after the "Terror" soared into the air, I had sunk
into complete unconsciousness, without realizing its approach. I
repeat, it must have been caused by some drug. Without doubt, our
commander did not wish me to know the road he followed.
Hence I cannot say whether the aviator continued his flight
through space, or whether the mariner sailed the surface of some sea or
lake, or the chauffeur sped across the American roads. No
recollection remains with me of what passed during that night of July
Now, what was to follow from this adventure? And especially concerning
myself, what would be its end?
I have said that at the moment when I awoke from my strange sleep, the
"Terror" seemed to me completely motionless. I could hardly be mistaken;
whatever had been her method of progress, I should have felt some movement,
even in the air. I lay in my berth in the cabin, where I had been shut in
without knowing it, just as I had been on the preceding night which I had
passed on board the "Terror" on Lake Erie.
My business now was to learn if I would be allowed to go on deck
here where the machine had landed. I attempted to raise the hatchway.
It was fastened.
"Ah!" said I, "am I to be kept here until the 'Terror' recommences its
travels?" Was not that, indeed, the only time when escape was hopeless?
My impatience and anxiety may be appreciated. I knew not how long this
halt might continue.
I had not a quarter of an hour to wait. A noise of bars being
removed came to my ear. The hatchway was raised from above. A wave of
light and air penetrated my cabin.
With one bound I reached the deck. My eyes in an instant swept round the
The "Terror," as I had thought, rested quiet on the ground. She was in
the midst of a rocky hollow measuring from fifteen to eighteen hundred feet
in circumference. A floor of yellow gravel carpeted its entire extent,
unrelieved by a single tuft of herbage.
This hollow formed an almost regular oval, with its longer
diameter extending north and south. As to the surrounding-wall, what was
its height, what the character of its crest, I could not judge. Above
us was gathered a fog so heavy, that the rays of the sun had not
yet pierced it. Heavy trails of cloud drifted across the sandy
floor, Doubtless the morning was still young, and this mist might later
It was quite cold here, although this was the first day of August.
I concluded therefore that we must be far in the north, or else high above
sea-level. We must still be somewhere on the New Continent; though where, it
was impossible to surmise. Yet no matter how rapid our flight had been, the
air-ship could not have traversed either ocean in the dozen hours since our
departure from Niagara.
At this moment, I saw the captain come from an opening in the
rocks, probably a grotto, at the base of this cliff hidden in the
fog. Occasionally, in the mists above, appeared the shadows of huge
birds. Their raucous cries were the sole interruption to the
profound silence. Who knows if they were not affrighted by the arrival of
this formidable, winged monster, which they could not match either
in might or speed.
Everything led me to believe that it was here that the Master of
the World withdrew in the intervals between his prodigious journeys.
Here was the garage of his automobile; the harbor of his boat; the
hangar of his air-ship.
And now the "Terror" stood motionless at the bottom of this hollow. At
last I could examine her; and it looked as if her owners had no intention of
preventing me. The truth is that the commander seemed to take no more notice
of my presence than before. His two companions joined him, and the three did
not hesitate to enter together into the grotto I had seen. What a chance to
study the machine, at least its exterior! As to its inner parts, probably I
should never get beyond conjecture.
In fact, except for that of my cabin, the hatchways were closed; and it
would be vain for me to attempt to open them. At any rate, it might be more
interesting to find out what kind of propeller drove the "Terror" in these
I jumped to the ground and found I was left at leisure, to proceed with
this first examination.
The machine was as I have said spindle-shaped. The bow was sharper than
the stern. The body was of aluminium, the wings of a substance whose nature I
could not determine. The body rested on four wheels, about two feet in
diameter. These had pneumatic tires so thick as to assure ease of movement at
any speed. Their spokes spread out like paddles or battledores; and when the
"Terror" moved either on or under the water, they must have increased her
These wheels were not however, the principal propeller. This consisted
of two "Parsons" turbines placed on either side of the keel. Driven with
extreme rapidity by the engine, they urged the boat onward in the water by
twin screws, and I even questioned if they were not powerful enough to propel
the machine through the air.
The chief aerial support, however, was that of the great wings,
now again in repose, and folded back along the sides. Thus the theory
of the "heavier than air" flying machine was employed by the inventor,
a system which enabled him to dart through space with a speed
probably superior to that of the largest birds.
As to the agent which set in action these various mechanisms, I repeat,
it was, it could be, no other than electricity. But from what source did his
batteries get their power? Had he somewhere an electric factory, to which he
must return? Were the dynamos, perhaps working in one of the caverns of this
The result of my examination was that, while I could see that
the machine used wheels and turbine screws and wings, I knew nothing
of either its engine, nor of the force which drove it. To be sure,
the discovery of this secret would be of little value to me. To employ
it I must first be free. And after what I knew — little as that
really was — the Master of the World would never release me.
There remained, it is true, the chance of escape. But would
an opportunity ever present itself? If there could be none during
the voyages of the "Terror," might there possibly be, while we remained in
The first question to be solved was the location of this hollow.
What communication did it have with the surrounding region? Could one
only depart from it by a flying-machine? And in what part of the
United States were we? Was it not reasonable to estimate, that our
flight through the darkness had covered several hundred leagues?
There was one very natural hypothesis which deserved to be considered,
if not actually accepted. What more natural harbor could there be for the
"Terror" than the Great Eyrie? Was it too difficult a flight for our aviator
to reach the summit? Could he not soar anywhere that the vultures and the
eagles could? Did not that inaccessible Eyrie offer to the Master of the
World just such a retreat as our police had been unable to discover, one in
which he might well believe himself safe from all attacks? Moreover,
the distance between Niagara Falls and this part of the
Blueridge Mountains, did not exceed four hundred and fifty miles, a
flight which would have been easy for the "Terror."
Yes, this idea more and more took possession of me. It crowded out
a hundred other unsupported suggestions. Did not this explain the nature
of the bond which existed between the Great Eyrie and the letter which I had
received with our commander's initials? And the threats against me if I
renewed the ascent! And the espionage to which I had been subjected! And all
the phenomena of which the Great Eyrie had been the theater, were they not to
be attributed to this same cause—though what lay behind the phenomena was
not yet clear? Yes, the Great Eyrie! The Great Eyrie!
But since it had been impossible for me to penetrate here, would it not
be equally impossible for me to get out again, except upon
the "Terror?" Ah, if the mists would but lift! Perhaps I should
recognize the place. What was as yet a mere hypothesis, would become a
starting point to act upon.
However, since I had freedom to move about, since neither the
captain nor his men paid any heed to me, I resolved to explore the
hollow. The three of them were all in the grotto toward the north end of
the oval. Therefore I would commence my inspection at the southern end.
Reaching the rocky wall, I skirted along its base and found it broken by
many crevices; above, arose more solid rocks of that feldspar of which the
chain of the Alleghanies largely consists. To what height the rock wall rose,
or what was the character of its summit, was still impossible to see. I must
wait until the sun had scattered the mists.
In the meantime, I continued to follow along the base of the cliff. None
of its cavities seemed to extend inward to any distance. Several of them
contained debris from the hand of man, bits of broken wood, heaps of dried
grasses. On the ground were still to be seen the footprints that the captain
and his men must have left, perhaps months before, upon the sand.
My jailers, being doubtless very busy in their cabin, did not
show themselves until they had arranged and packed several large
bundles. Did they purpose to carry those on board the "Terror?" And
were they packing up with the intention of permanently leaving their
In half an hour my explorations were completed and I returned toward the
center. Here and there were heaped up piles of ashes, bleached by weather.
There were fragments of burned planks and beams; posts to which clung rusted
iron-work; armatures of metal twisted by fire; all the remnants of some
intricate mechanism destroyed by the flames.
Clearly at some period not very remote the hollow had been the scene of
a conflagration, accidental or intentional. Naturally I connected this with
the phenomena observed at the Great Eyrie, the flames which rose above the
crest, the noises which had so frightened the people of Pleasant Garden and
Morganton. But of what mechanisms were these the fragments, and what reason
had our captain for destroying them?
At this moment I felt a breath of air; a breeze came from the east. The
sky swiftly cleared. The hollow was filled with light from the rays of the
sun which appeared midway between the horizon and the zenith.
A cry escaped me! The crest of the rocky wall rose a hundred feet above
me. And on the eastern side was revealed that easily recognizable pinnacle,
the rock like a mounting eagle. It was the same that had held the attention
of Mr. Elias Smith and myself, when we had looked up at it from the outer
side of the Great Eyrie.
Thus there was no further doubt. In its flight during the night
the airship had covered the distance between Lake Erie and North Carolina.
It was in the depth of this Eyrie that the machine had found shelter! This
was the nest, worthy of the gigantic and powerful bird created by the genius
of our captain! The fortress whose mighty walls none but he could scale!
Perhaps even, he had discovered in the depths of some cavern, some
subterranean passage by which he himself could quit the Great Eyrie, leaving
the "Terror" safely sheltered within.
At last I saw it all! This explained the first letter sent me from the
Great Eyrie itself with the threat of death. If we had been able to penetrate
into this hollow, who knows if the secrets of the Master of the World might
not have been discovered before he had been able to set them beyond our
I stood there, motionless; my eyes fixed on that mounting eagle
of stone, prey to a sudden, violent emotion. Whatsoever might be
the consequences to myself, was it not my duty to destroy this
machine, here and now, before it could resume its menacing flight of
mastery across the world!
Steps approached behind me. I turned. The inventor stood by my side, and
pausing looked me in the face.
I was unable to restrain myself; the words burst forth — "The
Great Eyrie! The Great Eyrie!"
"Yes, Inspector Strock."
"And you! You are the Master of the World?"
"Of that world to which I have already proved myself to be the
most powerful of men."
"You!" I reiterated, stupefied with amazement.
"I," responded he, drawing himself up in all his pride,
"I, Robur—Robur, the Conqueror!"
ROBUR, THE CONQUEROR
Robur, the Conqueror! This then was the likeness I had
vaguely recalled. Some years before the portrait of this extraordinary
man had been printed in all the American newspapers, under date of
the thirteenth of June, the day after this personage had made
his sensational appearance at the meeting of the Weldon Institute
I had noted the striking character of the portrait at the time;
the square shoulders; the back like a regular trapezoid, its longer
side formed by that geometrical shoulder line; the robust neck;
the enormous spheroidal head. The eyes at the least emotion, burned
with fire, while above them were the heavy, permanently contracted
brows, which signified such energy. The hair was short and crisp, with
a glitter as of metal in its lights. The huge breast rose and fell like a
blacksmith's forge; and the thighs, the arms and hands, were worthy of the
mighty body. The narrow beard was the same also, with the smooth shaven
cheeks which showed the powerful muscles of the jaw.
And this was Robur the Conqueror, who now stood before me, who revealed
himself to me, hurling forth his name like a threat, within his own
Let me recall briefly the facts which had previously drawn upon
Robur the Conqueror the attention of the entire world. The Weldon
Institute was a club devoted to aeronautics under the presidency of one of
the chief personages of Philadelphia, commonly called Uncle Prudent.
Its secretary was Mr. Phillip Evans. The members of the Institute
were devoted to the theory of the "lighter than air" machine; and
under their two leaders were constructing an enormous dirigible
balloon, the "Go-Ahead."
At a meeting in which they were discussing the details of
the construction of their balloon, this unknown Robur had
suddenly appeared and, ridiculing all their plans, had insisted that the
only true solution of flight lay with the heavier than air machines,
and that he had proven this by constructing one.
He was in this turn doubted and ridiculed by the members of the
club, who called him in mockery Robur the Conqueror. In the tumult
that followed, revolver shots were fired; and the intruder disappeared.
That same night he had by force abducted the president and the secretary
of the club, and had taken them, much against their will upon a voyage in the
wonderful air-ship, the "Albatross," which he had constructed. He meant thus
to prove to them beyond argument the correctness of his assertions. This
ship, a hundred feet long, was upheld in the air by a large number of
horizontal screws and was driven forward by vertical screws at its bow and
stern. It was managed by a crew of at least half a dozen men, who seemed
absolutely devoted to their leader, Robur.
After a voyage almost completely around the world, Mr. Prudent and Mr.
Evans managed to escape from the "Albatross" after a desperate struggle. They
even managed to cause an explosion on the airship, destroying it, and
involving the inventor and all his crew in a terrific fall from the sky into
the Pacific ocean.
Mr. Prudent and Mr. Evans then returned to Philadelphia. They
had learned that the "Albatross" had been constructed on an unknown
isle of the Pacific called Island X; but since the location of
this hiding-place was wholly unknown, its discovery lay scarcely
within the bounds of possibility. Moreover, the search seemed
entirely unnecessary, as the vengeful prisoners were quite certain that
they had destroyed their jailers.
Hence the two millionaires, restored to their homes, went calmly on with
the construction of their own machine, the "Go-Ahead." They hoped by
means of it to soar once more into the regions they had traversed with Robur,
and to prove to themselves that their lighter than air machine was at least
the equal of the heavy "Albatross." If they had not persisted, they would not
have been true Americans.
On the twentieth of April in the following year the "Go-Ahead"
was finished and the ascent was made, from Fairmount Park in Philadelphia.
I myself was there with thousands of other spectators. We saw the huge
balloon rise gracefully; and, thanks to its powerful screws, it maneuvered in
every direction with surprising ease. Suddenly a cry was heard, a cry
repeated from a thousand throats. Another airship had appeared in the distant
skies and it now approached with marvelous rapidity. It was another
"Albatross," perhaps even superior to the first. Robur and his men had
escaped death in the Pacific; and, burning for revenge, they had
constructed a second airship in their secret Island X.
Like a gigantic bird of prey, the "Albatross" hurled itself upon
the "Go-Ahead." Doubtless, Robur, while avenging himself wished also
to prove the immeasurable superiority of the heavier than air machines.
Mr. Prudent and Mr. Evans defended themselves as best they
could. Knowing that their balloon had nothing like the horizontal speed
of the "Albatross," they attempted to take advantage of their
superior lightness and rise above her. The "Go-Ahead," throwing out all
her ballast, soared to a height of over twenty thousand feet. Yet
even there the "Albatross" rose above her, and circled round her with
Suddenly an explosion was heard. The enormous gas-bag of the "Go-Ahead,"
expanding under the dilation of its contents at this great height, had
Half-emptied, the balloon fell rapidly.
Then to our universal astonishment, the "Albatross" shot down after her
rival, not to finish the work of destruction but to bring rescue. Yes! Robur,
forgetting his vengeance, rejoined the sinking "Go-Ahead," and his men lifted
Mr. Prudent, Mr. Evans, and the aeronaut who accompanied them, onto the
platform of his craft. Then the balloon, being at length entirely empty, fell
to its destruction among the trees of Fairmount Park.
The public was overwhelmed with astonishment, with fear! Now that Robur
had recaptured his prisoners, how would he avenge himself? Would they be
carried away, this time, forever?
The "Albatross" continued to descend, as if to land in the clearing at
Fairmount Park. But if it came within reach, would not the infuriated crowd
throw themselves upon the airship, tearing both it and its inventor to
The "Albatross" descended within six feet of the ground. I remember well
the general movement forward with which the crowd threatened to attack it.
Then Robur's voice rang out in words which even now I can repeat almost as he
"Citizens of the United States, the president and the secretary of the
Weldon Institute are again in my power. In holding them prisoners I would but
be exercising my natural right of reprisal for the injuries they have done
me. But the passion and resentment which have been roused both in them and
you by the success of the 'Albatross,' show that the souls of men are not yet
ready for the vast increase of power which the conquest of the air will bring
to them. Uncle Prudent, Phillip Evans, you are free."
The three men rescued from the balloon leaped to the ground. The airship
rose some thirty feet out of reach, and Robur recommenced:
"Citizens of the United States, the conquest of the air is made; but it
shall not be given into your hands until the proper time. I leave, and I
carry my secret with me. It will not be lost to humanity, but shall be
entrusted to them when they have learned not to abuse it. Farewell, Citizens
of the United States!"
Then the "Albatross" rose under the impulse of its mighty screws,
and sped away amidst the hurrahs of the multitude.
I have ventured to remind my readers of this last scene somewhat
in detail, because it seemed to reveal the state of mind of the remarkable
personage who now stood before me. Apparently he had not then been animated
by sentiments hostile to humanity. He was content to await the future; though
his attitude undeniably revealed the immeasurable confidence which he had in
his own genius. the immense pride which his almost superhuman powers had
aroused within him.
It was not astonishing, moreover, that this haughtiness had little
by little been aggravated to such a degree that he now presumed to enslave
the entire world, as his public letter had suggested by its significant
threats. His vehement mind had with time been roused to such over-excitement
that he might easily be driven into the most violent excesses.
As to what had happened in the years since the last departure of
the "Albatross," I could only partly reconstruct this even with my present
knowledge. It had not sufficed the prodigious inventor to create a flying
machine, perfect as that was! He had planned to construct a machine which
could conquer all the elements at once. Probably in the workshops of Island
X, a selected body of devoted workmen had constructed, one by one, the pieces
of this marvelous machine, with its quadruple transformation. Then the
second "Albatross" must have carried these pieces to the Great Eyrie,
where they had been put together, within easier access of the world of
men than the far-off island had permitted. The "Albatross" itself
had apparently been destroyed, whether by accident or design, within
the eyrie. The "Terror" had then made its appearance on the roads of
the United States and in the neighboring waters. And I have told
under what conditions, after having been vainly pursued across Lake
Erie, this remarkable masterpiece had risen through the air carrying me
a prisoner on board.
IN THE NAME OF THE LAW
What was to be the issue of this remarkable adventure? Could I
bring it to any denouement whatever, either sooner or later? Did not
Robur hold the results wholly in his own hands? Probably I would never
have such an opportunity for escape as had occurred to Mr. Prudent and
Mr. Evans amid the islands of the Pacific. I could only wait. And how long
might the waiting last!
To be sure, my curiosity had been partly satisfied. But even now I knew
only the answer to the problems of the Great Eyrie. Having at length
penetrated its circle, I comprehended all the phenomena observed by the
people of the Blueridge Mountains. I was assured that neither the
country-folk throughout the region, nor the townfolk of Pleasant Garden and
Morganton were in danger of volcanic eruptions or earthquakes. No
subterranean forces whatever were battling within the bowels of the
mountains. No crater had arisen in this corner of the Alleghanies. The Great
Eyrie served merely as the retreat of Robur the Conqueror. This impenetrable
hiding-place where he stored his materials and provisions, had without doubt
been discovered by him during one of his aerial voyages in the
"Albatross." It was a retreat probably even more secure than that as
yet undiscovered Island X in the Pacific.
This much I knew of him; but of this marvelous machine of his, of
the secrets of its construction and propelling force, what did I
really know? Admitting that this multiple mechanism was driven
by electricity, and that this electricity was, as we knew it had been
in the "Albatross," extracted directly from the surrounding air by
some new process, what were the details of its mechanism? I had not
been permitted to see the engine; doubtless I should never see it.
On the question of my liberty I argued thus: Robur evidently intends to
remain unknown. As to what he intends to do with his machine, I fear,
recalling his letter, that the world must expect from it more of evil than of
good. At any rate, the incognito which he has so carefully guarded in the
past he must mean to preserve in the future. Now only one man can establish
the identity of the Master of the World with Robur the Conqueror. This man is
I his prisoner, I who have the right to arrest him, I, who ought to put my
hand on his shoulder, saying, "In the Name of the Law —"
On the other hand, could I hope for a rescue from with out?
Evidently not. The police authorities must know everything that had happened
at Black Rock Creek. Mr. Ward, advised of all the incidents, would
have reasoned on the matter as follows: when the "Terror" quitted
the creek dragging me at the end of her hawser, I had either been
drowned or, since my body had not been recovered, I had been taken on
board the "Terror," and was in the hands of its commander.
In the first case, there was nothing more to do than to write "deceased"
after the name of John Strock, chief inspector of the federal police in
In the second case, could my confreres hope ever to see me again?
The two destroyers which had pursued the "Terror" into the Niagara
River had stopped, perforce, when the current threatened to drag them
over the falls. At that moment, night was closing in, and what could
be thought on board the destroyers but that the "Terror" had been engulfed
in the abyss of the cataract? It was scarce possible that our machine had
been seen when, amid the shades of night, it rose above the Horseshoe Falls,
or when it winged its way high above the mountains on its route to the Great
With regard to my own fate, should I resolve to question Robur? Would he
consent even to appear to hear me? Was he not content with having hurled at
me his name? Would not that name seem to him to answer everything?
That day wore away without bringing the least change to the situation.
Robur and his men continued actively at work upon the machine, which
apparently needed considerable repair. I concluded that they meant to start
forth again very shortly, and to take me with them. It would, however, have
been quite possible to leave me at the bottom of the Eyrie. There would have
been no way by which I could have escaped, and there were provisions at hand
sufficient to keep me alive for many days.
What I studied particularly during this period was the mental state of
Robur. He seemed to me under the dominance of a continuous excitement. What
was it that his ever-seething brain now meditated? What projects was he
forming for the future? Toward what region would he now turn? Would he put in
execution the menaces expressed in his letter—the menaces of a madman!
The night of that first day, I slept on a couch of dry grass in one of
the grottoes of the Great Eyrie. Food was set for me in this grotto each
succeeding day. On the second and third of August, the three men continued at
their work scarcely once, however, exchanging any words, even in the midst of
their labors. When the engines were all repaired to Robur's satisfaction, the
men began putting stores aboard their craft, as if expecting a long absence.
Perhaps the "Terror" was about to traverse immense distances; perhaps even,
the captain intended to regain his Island X, in the midst of the
Sometimes I saw him wander about the Eyrie buried in thought, or
he would stop and raise his arm toward heaven as if in defiance of
that God with Whom he assumed to divide the empire of the world. Was
not his overweening pride leading him toward insanity? An insanity
which his two companions, hardly less excited than he, could do nothing
to subdue! Had he not come to regard himself as mightier than the elements
which he had so audaciously defied even when he possessed only an airship,
the "Albatross?" And now, how much more powerful had he become, when
earth, air and water combined to offer him an infinite field where none might
Hence I had much to fear from the future, even the most
dread catastrophes. It was impossible for me to escape from the
Great Eyrie, before being dragged into a new voyage. After that, how
could I possibly get away while the "Terror" sped through the air or
the ocean? My only chance must be when she crossed the land, and did so at
some moderate speed. Surely a distant and feeble hope to cling to!
It will be recalled that after our arrival at the Great Eyrie, I
had attempted to obtain some response from Robur, as to his purpose
with me; but I had failed. On this last day I made another attempt.
In the afternoon I walked up and down before the large grotto where my
captors were at work. Robur, standing at the entrance, followed me steadily
with his eyes. Did he mean to address me?
I went up to him. "Captain," said I, "I have already asked you
a question, which you have not answered. I ask it again: What do
you intend to do with me?"
We stood face to face scarce two steps apart. With arms folded,
he glared at me, and I was terrified by his glance. Terrified, that is the
word! The glance was not that of a sane man. Indeed, it seemed to reflect
nothing whatever of humanity within.
I repeated my question in a more challenging tone. For an instant
I thought that Robur would break his silence and burst forth.
"What do you intend to do with me? Will you set me free?"
Evidently my captor's mind was obsessed by some other thought,
from which I had only distracted him for a moment. He made again
that gesture which I had already observed; he raised one defiant
arm toward the zenith. It seemed to me as if some irresistible force
drew him toward those upper zones of the sky, that he belonged no more
to the earth, that he was destined to live in space; a perpetual
dweller in the clouds.
Without answering me, without seeming to have understood me,
Robur reentered the grotto.
How long this sojourn or rather relaxation of the "Terror" in the Great
Eyrie was to last, I did not know. I saw, however, on the afternoon of this
third of August that the repairs and the embarkation of stores were
completed. The hold and lockers of our craft must have been completely
crowded with the provisions taken from the grottoes of the Eyrie.
Then the chief of the two assistants, a man whom I now recognized
as that John Turner who had been mate of the "Albatross," began
another labor. With the help of his companion, he dragged to the center
of the hollow all that remained of their materials, empty cases, fragments
of carpentry, peculiar pieces of wood which clearly must have belonged to the
"Albatross," which had been sacrificed to this new and mightier engine of
locomotion. Beneath this mass there lay a great quantity of dried grasses.
The thought came to me that Robur was preparing to leave this retreat
In fact, he could not be ignorant that the attention of the public was
now keenly fixed upon the Great Eyrie; and that some further attempt was
likely to be made to penetrate it. Must he not fear that some day or other
the effort would be successful, and that men would end by invading his
hiding-place? Did he not wish that they should find there no single evidence
of his occupation?
The sun disappeared behind the crests of the Blueridge. His rays
now lighted only the very summit of Black Dome towering in the
northwest. Probably the "Terror" awaited only the night in order to begin
her flight. The world did not yet know that the automobile and boat
could also transform itself into a flying machine. Until now, it had
never been seen in the air. And would not this fourth transformation
be carefully concealed, until the day when the Master of the World
chose to put into execution his insensate menaces?
Toward nine o'clock profound obscurity enwrapped the hollow. Not a star
looked down on us. Heavy clouds driven by a keen eastern wind covered the
entire sky. The passage of the "Terror" would be invisible, not only in our
immediate neighborhood, but probably across all the American territory and
even the adjoining seas.
At this moment Turner, approaching the huge stack in the middle of the
eyrie, set fire to the grass beneath.
The whole mass flared up at once. From the midst of a dense smoke, the
roaring flames rose to a height which towered above the walls of the Great
Eyrie. Once more the good folk of Morganton and Pleasant Garden would believe
that the crater had reopened. These flames would announce to them another
I watched the conflagration. I heard the roarings and cracklings which
filled the air. From the deck of the "Terror," Robur watched it also.
Turner and his companion pushed back into the fire the fragments which
the violence of the flames cast forth. Little by little the huge bonfire grew
less. The flames sank down into a mere mass of burnt-out ashes; and once more
all was silence and blackest night.
Suddenly I felt myself seized by the arm. Turner drew me toward
the "Terror." Resistance would have been useless. And moreover what
could be worse than to be abandoned without resources in this prison
whose walls I could not climb!
As soon as I set foot on the deck, Turner also embarked. His companion
went forward to the look-out; Turner climbed down into the engine-room,
lighted by electric bulbs, from which not a gleam escaped outside.
Robur himself was at the helm, the regulator within reach of his hand,
so that he could control both our speed and our direction. As to me, I was
forced to descend into my cabin, and the hatchway was fastened above me.
During that night, as on that of our departure from Niagara, I was not
allowed to watch the movements of the "Terror."
Nevertheless, if I could see nothing of what was passing on board,
I could hear the noises of the machinery. I had first the feeling that our
craft, its bow slightly raised, lost contact with the earth. Some swerves and
balancings in the air followed. Then the turbines underneath spun with
prodigious rapidity, while the great wings beat with steady regularity.
Thus the "Terror," probably forever, had left the Great Eyrie,
and launched into the air as a ship launches into the waters. Our
captain soared above the double chain of the Alleghanies, and without
doubt he would remain in the upper zones of the air until he had left
all the mountain region behind.
But in what direction would he turn? Would he pass in flight across the
plains of North Carolina, seeking the Atlantic Ocean? Or would he head to the
west to reach the Pacific? Perhaps he would seek, to the south, the waters of
the Gulf of Mexico. When day came how should I recognize which sea we were
upon, if the horizon of water and sky encircled us on every side?
Several hours passed; and how long they seemed to me! I made no effort
to find forgetfulness in sleep. Wild and incoherent thoughts assailed me. I
felt myself swept over worlds of imagination, as I was swept through space,
by an aerial monster. At the speed which the "Terror" possessed, whither
might I not be carried during this interminable night? I recalled the
unbelievable voyage of the "Albatross," of which the Weldon Institute had
published an account, as described by Mr. Prudent and Mr. Evans. What Robur,
the Conqueror, had done with his first airship, he could do even more readily
with this quadruple machine.
At length the first rays of daylight brightened my cabin. Would I
be permitted to go out now, to take my place upon the deck, as I had done
upon Lake Erie?
I pushed upon the hatchway: it opened. I came half way out upon
All about was sky and sea. We floated in the air above an ocean, at
a height which I judged to be about a thousand or twelve hundred feet. I
could not see Robur, so he was probably in the engine room. Turner was at the
helm, his companion on the look-out.
Now that I was upon the deck, I saw what I had not been able to
see during our former nocturnal voyage, the action of those powerful wings
which beat upon either side at the same time that the screws spun beneath the
flanks of the machine.
By the position of the sun, as it slowly mounted from the horizon,
I realized that we were advancing toward the south. Hence if
this direction had not been changed during the night this was the Gulf
of Mexico which lay beneath us.
A hot day was announced by the heavy livid clouds which clung to
the horizon. These warnings of a coming storm did not escape the eye
of Robur when toward eight o'clock he came on deck and took Turner's place
at the helm. Perhaps the cloud-bank recalled to him the waterspout in which
the "Albatross" had so nearly been destroyed, or the mighty cyclone from
which he had escaped only as if by a miracle above the Antarctic Sea.
It is true that the forces of Nature which had been too strong for the
"Albatross," might easily be evaded by this lighter and more versatile
machine. It could abandon the sky where the elements were in battle and
descend to the surface of the sea; and if the waves beat against it there too
heavily, it could always find calm in the tranquil depths.
Doubtless, however, there were some signs by which Robur, who must
be experienced in judging, decided that the storm would not burst
until the next day.
He continued his flight; and in the afternoon, when we settled down upon
the surface of the sea, there was not a sign of bad weather. The "Terror" is
a sea bird, an albatross or frigate-bird, which can rest at will upon the
waves! Only we have this advantage, that fatigue has never any hold upon this
metal organism, driven by the inexhaustible electricity!
The whole vast ocean around us was empty. Not a sail nor a trail
of smoke was visible even on the limits of the horizon. Hence our passage
through the clouds had not been seen and signaled ahead.
The afternoon was not marked by any incident. The "Terror" advanced at
easy speed. What her captain intended to do, I could not guess. If he
continued in this direction, we should reach some one of the West Indies, or
beyond that, at the end of the Gulf, the shore of Venezuela or Colombia. But
when night came, perhaps we would again rise in the air to clear the
mountainous barrier of Guatemala and Nicaragua, and take flight toward Island
X, somewhere in the unknown regions of the Pacific.
Evening came. The sun sank in an horizon red as blood. The sea glistened
around the "Terror," which seemed to raise a shower of sparks in its passage.
There was a storm at hand. Evidently our captain thought so. Instead of being
allowed to remain on deck, I was compelled to re-enter my cabin, and the
hatchway was closed above me.
In a few moments from the noises that followed, I knew that the machine
was about to be submerged. In fact, five minutes later, we were moving
peacefully forward through the ocean's depths.
Thoroughly worn out, less by fatigue than by excitement and
anxious thought, I fell into a profound sleep, natural this time and
not provoked by any soporific drug. When I awoke, after a length of
time which I could not reckon, the "Terror" had not yet returned to
the surface of the sea.
This maneuver was executed a little later. The daylight pierced
my porthole; and at the same moment I felt the pitching and tossing
to which we were subjected by a heavy sea.
I was allowed to take my place once more outside the hatchway; where my
first thought was for the weather. A storm was approaching from the
northwest. Vivid lightning darted amid the dense, black clouds. Already we
could hear the rumbling of thunder echoing continuously through space. I was
surprised—more than surprised, frightened!—by the rapidity with which the
storm rushed upward toward the zenith. Scarcely would a ship have had time to
furl her sails to escape the shock of the blast, before it was upon her! The
advance was as swift as it was terrible.
Suddenly the wind was unchained with unheard of violence, as if it had
suddenly burst from this prison of cloud. In an instant a frightful sea
uprose. The breaking waves, foaming along all their crests, swept with their
full weight over the "Terror." If I had not been wedged solidly against
the rail, I should have been swept overboard!
There was but one thing to do—to change our machine again into
a submarine. It would find security and calm at a few dozen feet beneath
the surface. To continue to brave the fury of this outrageous sea was
Robur himself was on deck, and I awaited the order to return to
my cabin—an order which was not given. There was not even any preparation
for the plunge. With an eye more burning than ever, impassive before this
frightful storm, the captain looked it full in the face, as if to defy it,
knowing that he had nothing to fear.
It was imperative that the terror should plunge below without losing a
moment. Yet Robur seemed to have no thought of doing so. No! He preserved his
haughty attitude as of a man who in his immeasurable pride, believed himself
above or beyond humanity.
Seeing him thus I asked myself with almost superstitious awe, if he were
not indeed a demoniac being, escaped from some supernatural world.
A cry leaped from his mouth, and was heard amid the shrieks of
the tempest and the howlings of the thunder. "I, Robur! Robur!—The master
of the world!"
He made a gesture which Turner and his companions understood. It was a
command; and without any hesitation these unhappy men, insane as their
master, obeyed it.
The great wings shot out, and the airship rose as it had risen above the
falls of Niagara. But if on that day it had escaped the might of the
cataract, this time it was amidst the might of the hurricane that we
attempted our insensate flight.
The air-ship soared upward into the heart of the sky, amid a
thousand lightning flashes, surrounded and shaken by the bursts of thunder.
It steered amid the blinding, darting lights, courting destruction
at every instant.
Robur's position and attitude did not change. With one hand on the helm,
the other on the speed regulators while the great wings beat furiously, he
headed his machine toward the very center of the storm, where the electric
flashes were leaping from cloud to cloud.
I must throw myself upon this madman to prevent him from driving
his machine into the very middle of this aerial furnace! I must compel him
to descend, to seek beneath the waters, a safety which was no longer possible
either upon the surface of the sea or in the sky! Beneath, we could wait
until this frightful outburst of the elements was at an end!
Then amid this wild excitement my own passion, all my instincts of duty,
arose within me! Yes, this was madness! Yet must I not arrest this criminal
whom my country had outlawed, who threatened the entire world with his
terrible invention? Must I not put my hand on his shoulder and summon him to
surrender to justice! Was I or was I not Strock, chief inspector of the
federal police? Forgetting where I was, one against three, uplifted in
mid-sky above a howling ocean, I leaped toward the stern, and in a voice
which rose above the tempest, I cried as I hurled myself upon Robur:
"In the name of the law, I —"
Suddenly the "Terror" trembled as if from a violent shock. All her frame
quivered, as the human frame quivers under the electric fluid. Struck by the
lightning in the very middle of her powerful batteries, the air-ship spread
out on all sides and went to pieces.
With her wings fallen, her screws broken, with bolt after bolt of
the lightning darting amid her ruins, the "Terror" fell from the height of
more than a thousand feet into the ocean beneath.
THE OLD HOUSEKEEPER'S LAST COMMENT
When I came to myself after having been unconscious for many hours,
a group of sailors whose care had restored me to life surrounded the door
of a cabin in which I lay. By my pillow sat an officer who questioned me; and
as my senses slowly returned, I answered to his questioning.
I told them everything. Yes, everything! And assuredly my listeners must
have thought that they had upon their hands an unfortunate whose reason had
not returned with his consciousness.
I was on board the steamer Ottawa, in the Gulf of Mexico, headed for the
port of New Orleans. This ship, while flying before the same terrific
thunder-storm which destroyed the "Terror," had encountered some wreckage,
among whose fragments was entangled my helpless body. Thus I found myself
back among humankind once more, while Robur the Conqueror and his two
companions had ended their adventurous careers in the waters of the Gulf. The
Master of the World had disappeared forever, struck down by those
thunder-bolts which he had dared to brave in the regions of their fullest
power. He carried with him the secret of his extraordinary machine.
Five days later the Ottawa sighted the shores of Louisiana; and on the
morning of the tenth of August she reached her port. After taking a warm
leave of my rescuers, I set out at once by train for Washington, which more
than once I had despaired of ever seeing again.
I went first of all to the bureau of police, meaning to make my earliest
appearance before Mr. Ward.
What was the surprise, the stupefaction, and also the joy of my chief,
when the door of his cabinet opened before me! Had he not every reason to
believe, from the report of my companions, that I had perished in the waters
of Lake Erie?
I informed him of all my experiences since I had disappeared,
the pursuit of the destroyers on the lake, the soaring of the
"Terror" from amid Niagara Falls, the halt within the crater of the
Great Eyrie, and the catastrophe, during the storm, above the Gulf
He learned for the first time that the machine created by the genius of
this Robur, could traverse space, as it did the earth and the sea.
In truth, did not the possession of so complete and marvelous a machine
justify the name of Master of the World, which Robur had taken to himself?
Certain it is that the comfort and even the lives of the public must have
been forever in danger from him; and that all methods of defence must have
been feeble and ineffective.
But the pride which I had seen rising bit by bit within the heart
of this prodigious man had driven him to give equal battle to the
most terrible of all the elements. It was a miracle that I had
escaped safe and sound from that frightful catastrophe.
Mr. Ward could scarcely believe my story. "Well, my dear Strock," said
he at last, "you have come back; and that is the main thing. Next to this
notorious Robur, you will be the man of the hour. I hope that your head will
not be turned with vanity, like that of this crazy inventor!"
"No, Mr. Ward," I responded, "but you will agree with me that never was
inquisitive man put to greater straits to satisfy his curiosity."
"I agree, Strock; and the mysteries of the Great Eyrie,
the transformations of the "Terror," you have discovered them!
But unfortunately, the still greater secrets of this Master of the
World have perished with him."
The same evening the newspapers published an account of my adventures,
the truthfulness of which could not be doubted. Then, as Mr. Ward had
prophesied, I was the man of the hour.
One of the papers said, "Thanks to Inspector Strock the American police
still lead the world. While others have accomplished their work, with more or
less success, by land and by sea, the American police hurl themselves in
pursuit of criminals through the depths of lakes and oceans and even through
Yet, in following, as I have told, in pursuit of the "Terror," had
I done anything more than by the close of the present century will
have become the regular duty of my successors?
It is easy to imagine what a welcome my old housekeeper gave me when I
entered my house in Long Street. When my apparition—does not the word seem
just—stood before her, I feared for a moment she would drop dead, poor
woman! Then, after hearing my story, with eyes streaming with tears, she
thanked Providence for having saved me from so many perils.
"Now, sir," said she, "now—was I wrong?"
"Wrong? About what?"
"In saying that the Great Eyrie was the home of the devil?"
"Nonsense; this Robur was not the devil!"
"Ah, well!" replied the old woman, "he was worthy of being so!"
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