to
maintaincombustion for a while, and keep up the necessary supply
of heated air.
The sails of the _Dobryna_, which had all been carefully
stowed away in the Hive, were of a
textureunusually close,
and quite
capable of being made airtight by means of a varnish,
the ingredients of which were rummaged out of the promiscuous stores
of the tartan. The
lieutenant himself traced out the pattern
and cut out the strips, and all hands were employed in seaming
them together. It was hardly the work for little fingers,
but Nina persisted in accomplishing her own share of it.
The Russians were quite at home at
occupation of this sort,
and having initiated the Spaniards into its mysteries,
the task of joining together the casing was soon complete.
Isaac Hakkabut and the professor were the only two members of
the
community who took no part in this somewhat
tedious proceeding.
A month passed away, but Servadac found no opportunity of
getting at the information he had pledged himself to gain.
On the sole occasion when he had ventured to broach the subject
with the
astronomer, he had received for answer that as there
was no hurry to get back to the earth, there need be no concern
about any dangers of transit.
Indeed, as time passed on, the professor seemed to become
more and more
inaccessible. A pleasant temperature enabled
him to live entirely in his
observatory, from which intruders
were
rigidly shut out. But Servadac bided his time.
He grew more and more impressed with the importance of
findingout the exact moment at which the
impact would take place,
but was content to wait for a
promising opportunity to put any
fresh questions on the subject to the too reticent
astronomer.
Meanwhile, the earth's disc was daily increasing in magnitude;
the comet
traveled 50,000,000 leagues during the month,
at the close of which it was not more than 78,000,000 leagues
from the sun.
A thaw had now fairly set in. The breaking up of the
frozen ocean
was a
magnificentspectacle, and "the great voice of the sea,"
as the whalers graphically describe it, was heard in all its solemnity.
Little streams of water began to
trickle down the declivities of
the mountain and along the shelving shore, only to be transformed,
as the melting of the snow continued, into torrents or cascades.
Light vapors gathered on the
horizon, and clouds were formed and
carried rapidly along by breezes to which the Gallian
atmospherehad long been unaccustomed. All these were
doubtless but the prelude
to
atmospheric disturbances of a more
startling character;
but as indications of returning spring, they were greeted with a
welcome which no apprehensions for the future could prevent being
glad and hearty.
A double
disaster was the
inevitableconsequence of the thaw.
Both the
schooner and the tartan were entirely destroyed.
The
basement of the icy
pedestal on which the ships had been upheaved
was gradually undermined, like the icebergs of the Arctic Ocean,
by warm currents of water, and on the night of the 12th the huge
block collapsed _en masse_, so that on the following morning nothing
remained of the _Dobryna_ and the _Hansa_ except the fragments
scattered on the shore.
Although certainly expected, the
catastrophe could not fail
to cause a sense of general
depression. Well-nigh one of their
last ties to Mother Earth had been broken; the ships were gone,
and they had only a
balloon to
replace them!
To describe Isaac Hakkabut's rage at the
destruction of the
tartan would be impossible. His oaths were simply dreadful;
his imprecations on the
accursed race were full of wrath.
He swore that Servadac and his people were
responsible for his loss;
he vowed that they should be sued and made to pay him damages;
he asserted that he had been brought from Gourbi Island only
to be plundered; in fact, he became so intolerably abusive,
that Servadac threatened to put him into irons unless he conducted
himself
properly;
whereupon the Jew,
finding that the captain was