bed-room, and where, extended on what he called his "good oak mattress,"

he would sleep soundly as a dormouse for twelve hours at a stretch.
Ben Zoof had not yet received his orders to retire, and ensconcing

himself in a corner of the gourbi, he endeavored to doze--a task
which the unusualagitation of his master rendered somewhat difficult.

Captain Servadac was evidently" target="_blank" title="ad.明显地">evidently in no hurry to betake himself to rest,
but seating himself at his table, with a pair of compasses and a sheet

of tracing-paper, he began to draw, with red and blue crayons,
a variety of colored lines, which could hardly be supposed to have

much connection with a topographical survey. In truth, his character
of staff-officer was now entirely absorbed in that of Gascon poet.

Whether he imagined that the compasses would bestow upon his verses
the measure of a mathematicalaccuracy, or whether he fancied

that the parti-colored lines would lend variety to his rhythm,
it is impossible to determine; be that as it may, he was devoting

all his energies to the compilation of his rondo, and supremely
difficult he found the task.

"Hang it!" he ejaculated, "whatever induced me to choose this meter?
It is as hard to find rhymes as to rally fugitive in a battle.

But, by all the powers! it shan't be said that a French officer
cannot cope with a piece of poetry. One battalion has fought--

now for the rest!"
Perseverance had its reward. Presently two lines, one red, the other blue,

appeared upon the paper, and the captain murmured:
"Words, mere words, cannot avail,

Telling true heart's tender tale."
"What on earth ails my master?" muttered Ben Zoof; "for the last hour he has

been as fidgety as a bird returning after its winter migration."
Servadac suddenly started from his seat, and as he paced the room

with all the frenzy of poeticinspiration, read out:
"Empty words cannot convey

All a lover's heart would say."
"Well, to be sure, he is at his everlasting verses again!"

said Ben Zoof to himself, as he roused himself in his corner.
"Impossible to sleep in such a noise;" and he gave vent

to a loud groan.
"How now, Ben Zoof?" said the captain sharply. "What ails you?"

"Nothing, sir, only the nightmare."
"Curse the fellow, he has quite interrupted me!" ejaculated the captain.

"Ben Zoof!" he called aloud.
"Here, sir!" was the prompt reply; and in an instant the orderly was upon

his feet, standing in a military attitude, one hand to his forehead,
the other closely pressed to his trouser-seam.

"Stay where you are! don't move an inch!" shouted Servadac; "I have
just thought of the end of my rondo." And in a voice of inspiration,

accompanying his words with dramatic gestures, Servadac began to declaim:
"Listen, lady, to my vows --

O, consent to be my spouse;
Constant ever I will be,

Constant . . . ."
No closing lines were uttered. All at once, with unutterable violence,

the captain and his orderly were dashed, face downwards, to the ground.
CHAPTER IV

A CONVULSION OF NATURE
Whence came it that at that very moment the horizon underwent so strange

and sudden a modification, that the eye of the most practiced mariner
could not distinguish between sea and sky?

Whence came it that the billows raged and rose to a heighthitherto
unregistered in the records of science?

Whence came it that the elements united in one deafening crash;
that the earth groaned as though the whole framework of the globe

were ruptured; that the waters roared from their innermost depths;
that the air shrieked with all the fury of a cyclone?

Whence came it that a radiance, intenser than the effulgence
of the Northern Lights, overspread the firmament, and momentarily

dimmed the splendor of the brightest stars?
Whence came it that the Mediterranean, one instant emptied of its waters,

was the next flooded with a foaming surge?
Whence came it that in the space of a few seconds the moon's disc reached

a magnitude as though it were but a tenth part of its ordinary distance
from the earth?

Whence came it that a new blazing spheroid, hitherto unknown to astronomy,
now appeared suddenly in the firmament, though it were but to lose itself

immediately behind masses of accumulated cloud?
What phenomenon was this that had produced a cataclysm so tremendous

in effect upon earth, sky, and sea?
Was it possible that a single human being could have survived

the convulsion? and if so, could he explain its mystery?
CHAPTER V

A MYSTERIOUS SEA
Violent as the commotion had been, that portion of the Algerian coast

which is bounded on the north by the Mediterranean, and on the west
by the right bank of the Shelif, appeared to have suffered little change.

It is true that indentations were perceptible in the fertile plain,
and the surface of the sea was ruffled with an agitation that was

quite unusual; but the ruggedoutline of the cliff was the same
as heretofore, and the aspect of the entire scene appeared unaltered.

The stone hostelry, with the exception of some deep clefts in its walls,
had sustained little injury; but the gourbi, like a house of cards

destroyed by an infant's breath, had completely subsided, and its two
inmates lay motionless, buried under the sunkenthatch.

It was two hours after the catastrophe that Captain Servadac
regained consciousness" target="_blank" title="n.意识；觉悟；知觉">consciousness; he had some trouble to collect his thoughts,

and the first sounds that escaped his lips were the concluding
words of the rondo which had been so ruthlessly interrupted;

"Constant ever I will be,
Constant . . . ."

His next thought was to wonder what had happened; and in order to find
an answer, he pushed aside the broken thatch, so that his head appeared

above the _debris_. "The gourbi leveled to the ground!" he exclaimed,
"surely a waterspout has passed along the coast."

He felt all over his body to perceive what injuries he had sustained,
but not a sprain nor a scratch could he discover. "Where are you,

Ben Zoof?" he shouted.
"Here, sir!" and with military promptitude a second head protruded

from the rubbish.
"Have you any notion what has happened, Ben Zoof?"

"I've a notion, captain, that it's all up with us."
"Nonsense, Ben Zoof; it is nothing but a waterspout!"

"Very good, sir," was the philosophical reply, immediately followed
by the query, "Any bones broken, sir?"

"None whatever," said the captain.
Both men were soon on their feet, and began to make a vigorous clearance

of the ruins, beneath which they found that their arms, cooking utensils,
and other property, had sustained little injury.

"By-the-by, what o'clock is it?" asked the captain.
"It must be eight o'clock, at least," said Ben Zoof, looking at

the sun, which was a considerableheight above the horizon.
"It is almost time for us to start."

"To start! what for?"
"To keep your appointment with Count Timascheff."

"By Jove! I had forgotten all about it!" exclaimed Servadac. Then looking
at his watch, he cried, "What are you thinking of, Ben Zoof? It is

scarcely two o'clock."
"Two in the morning, or two in the afternoon?" asked Ben Zoof,

again regarding the sun.
Servadac raised his watch to his ear. "It is going," said he; "but, by all

the wines of Medoc, I am puzzled. Don't you see the sun is in the west?
It must be near setting."

"Setting, captain! Why, it is rising finely, like a conscript at the sound
of the reveille. It is considerably higher since we have been talking."

Incredible as it might appear, the fact was undeniable that the sun
was rising over the Shelif from that quarter of the horizon behind

which it usually sank for the latter portion of its daily round.
They were utterly bewildered. Some mysteriousphenomenon must not

only have altered the position of the sun in the sidereal system,
but must even have brought about an important modification of the earth's