The Mysterious Island - The Original Classic Edition. Verne Jules

probably on the side near the sea there is an outlet by which the surplus water escapes. We shall see that on our return."

       This little winding watercourse and the river already mentioned constituted the water-system, at least such as it was displayed to the eyes of the explorers. However, it was possible that under the masses of trees which covered two-thirds of the island, forming an immense forest, other rivers ran towards the sea. It might even be inferred that such was the case, so rich did this region appear in the most magnificent specimens of the flora of the temperate zones. There was no indication of running water in the north, though

       perhaps there might be stagnant water among the marshes in the northeast; but that was all, in addition to the downs, sand, and arid-ity which contrasted so strongly with the luxuriant vegetation of the rest of the island.

       The volcano did not occupy the central part; it rose, on the contrary, in the northwestern region, and seemed to mark the boundary of the two zones. At the southwest, at the south, and the southeast, the first part of the spurs were hidden under masses of verdure. At the north, on the contrary, one could follow their ramifications, which died away on the sandy plains. It was on this side that, at the time when the mountain was in a state of eruption, the discharge had worn away a passage, and a large heap of lava had spread to the narrow jaw which formed the northeastern gulf.

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       Cyrus Harding and his companions remained an hour at the top of the mountain. The island was displayed under their eyes, like a plan in relief with different tints, green for the forests, yellow for the sand, blue for the water. They viewed it in its tout-ensemble, nothing remained concealed but the ground hidden by verdure, the hollows of the valleys, and the interior of the volcanic chasms.

       One important question remained to be solved, and the answer would have a great effect upon the future of the castaways. Was the island inhabited?

       It was the reporter who put this question, to which after the close examination they had just made, the answer seemed to be in the negative.

       Nowhere could the work of a human hand be perceived. Not a group of huts, not a solitary cabin, not a fishery on the shore. No smoke curling in the air betrayed the presence of man. It is true, a distance of nearly thirty miles separated the observers from the extreme points, that is, of the tail which extended to the southwest, and it would have been difficult, even to Pencroft's eyes, to discover a habitation there. Neither could the curtain of verdure, which covered three-quarters of the island, be raised to see if it did not shelter some straggling village. But in general the islanders live on the shores of the narrow spaces which emerge above the waters of the Pacific, and this shore appeared to be an absolute desert.

       Until a more complete exploration, it might be admitted that the island was uninhabited. But was it frequented, at least occasionally, by the natives of neighboring islands? It was difficult to reply to this question. No land appeared within a radius of fifty miles. But fifty miles could be easily crossed, either by Malay proas or by the large Polynesian canoes. Everything depended on the position of the island, of its isolation in the Pacific, or of its proximity to archipelagoes. Would Cyrus Harding be able to find out their latitude and longitude without instruments? It would be difficult. Since he was in doubt, it was best to take precautions against a possible descent of neighboring natives.

       The exploration of the island was finished, its shape determined, its features made out, its extent calculated, the water and mountain

       systems ascertained. The disposition of the forests and plains had been marked in a general way on the reporter's plan. They had

       now only to descend the mountain slopes again, and explore the soil, in the triple point of view, of its mineral, vegetable, and animal resources.

       But before giving his companions the signal for departure, Cyrus Harding said to them in a calm, grave voice,--

       "Here, my friends, is the small corner of land upon which the hand of the Almighty has thrown us. We are going to live here; a long time, perhaps. Perhaps, too, unexpected help will arrive, if some ship passes by chance. I say by chance, because this is an unimportant island; there is not even a port in which ships could anchor, and it is to be feared that it is situated out of the route usually followed, that is to say, too much to the south for the ships which frequent the archipelagoes of the Pacific, and too much to the north for those which go to Australia by doubling Cape Horn. I wish to hide nothing of our position from you--"

       "And you are right, my dear Cyrus," replied the reporter, with animation. "You have to deal with men. They have confidence in you,

       and you can depend upon them. Is it not so, my friends?"

       "I will obey you in everything, captain," said Herbert, seizing the engineer's hand. "My master always, and everywhere!" cried Neb.

       "As for me," said the sailor, "if I ever grumble at work, my name's not Jack Pencroft, and if you like, captain, we will make a little America of this island! We will build towns, we will establish railways, start telegraphs, and one fine day, when it is quite changed, quite put in order and quite civilized, we will go and offer it to the government of the Union. Only, I ask one thing."

       "What is that?" said the reporter.

       "It is, that we do not consider ourselves castaways, but colonists, who have come here to settle." Harding could not help smiling, and the sailor's idea was adopted. He then thanked his companions, and added, that he would rely on their energy and on the aid of Heaven.

       "Well, now let us set off to the Chimneys!" cried Pencroft.

       "One minute, my friends," said the engineer. "It seems to me it would be a good thing to give a name to this island, as well as to, the

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       capes, promontories, and watercourses, which we can see.

       "Very good," said the reporter. "In the future, that will simplify the instructions which we shall have to give and follow." "Indeed," said the sailor, "already it is something to be able to say where one is going, and where one has come from. At least, it

       looks like somewhere."

       "The Chimneys, for example," said Herbert.

       "Exactly!" replied Pencroft. "That name was the most convenient, and it came to me quite of myself. Shall we keep the name of the

       Chimneys for our first encampment, captain?"

       "Yes, Pencroft, since you have so christened it."

       "Good! as for the others, that will be easy," returned the sailor, who was in high spirits. "Let us give them names, as the Robinsons did, whose story Herbert has often read to me; Providence Bay, Whale Point, Cape Disappointment!"

       "Or, rather, the names of Captain Harding," said Herbert, "of Mr. Spilett, of Neb!--" "My name!" cried Neb, showing his sparkling white teeth.

       "Why not?" replied Pencroft. "Port Neb, that would do very well! And Cape Gideon--"

       "I should prefer borrowing names from our country," said the reporter, "which would remind us of America."

       "Yes, for the principal ones," then said Cyrus Harding; "for those of the bays and seas, I admit it willingly. We might give to that

       vast bay on the east the name of Union Bay, for example; to that large hollow on the south, Washington Bay; to the mountain upon which we are standing, that of Mount Franklin; to that lake which is extended under our eyes, that of Lake Grant; nothing could

       be better, my friends. These names will recall our country, and those of the great citizens who have honored it; but for the rivers, gulfs, capes, and promontories, which we perceive from the top of this mountain, rather let us choose names which will recall their particular shape. They will impress themselves better on our memory, and at the same time will be more practical. The shape of the island is so strange that we shall not be troubled to imagine what it resembles. As to the streams which we do not know as yet, in different parts of the forest which we shall explore later, the creeks which afterwards will be discovered, we can christen them as we find them. What do you think, my friends?"

       The engineer's proposal was unanimously agreed to by his companions. The island was spread out under their eyes like a map, and they had