Двадцать тысяч лье под водой / Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

“Ned Land!” Commander Farragut called.

The Canadian reported at once.

“Well, Mr. Land,” the commander asked, “do you still advise putting my longboats to sea?”

“No, sir,” Ned Land replied, “because that beast won’t be caught against its will.”

“Then what should we do?”

“If we can get within a harpoon length, I’ll harpoon the brute.”

“Go to it, Ned,” Commander Farragut replied.

Ned Land made his way to his post. We verified that our ship was going at the rate of 18.

5В miles per hour. But that damned animal also did a speed of 18.5. This was humiliating for one of the fastest ships in the American navy.

What a chase! No, I can’t describe the excitement that shook my very being. Ned Land stayed at his post, harpoon in hand. Several times the animal let us approach. But by noon we were no farther along than at eight o’clock in the morning.

Commander Farragut then decided to use more direct methods.

“Bah!” he said. “So that animal is faster than us.

All right, we’ll see if it can outrun our conical shells[20 - conical shells – конические бомбы]!

The cannoneer fired a shot, but his shell passed some feet above the cetacean, which stayed half a mile off.

“$500 to the man who can pierce that infernal beast!” the Commander shouted

An old gray-bearded gunner approached the cannon, put it in position, and took aim. There was a mighty explosion, mingled with cheers from the crew.

The shell reached its target; it hit the animal, but not in the usual fashion—it bounced off that rounded surface and vanished into the sea two miles out.

“Oh!” said the old gunner in his anger. “That rascal must be covered with six-inch armor plate!”

“Curse the beast!” Commander Farragut shouted.

The hunt was on again, and Commander Farragut leaned over to me, saying:

“I’ll chase that animal till my frigate explodes!”

“Yes,” I replied, “and nobody would blame you!”

We could still hope that the animal would tire out.

But no such luck. Hour after hour went by without it showing the least sign of weariness.

Night fell and wrapped the surging ocean in its shadows. By then I thought our expedition had come to an end, that we would never see this fantastic animal again. I was mistaken.

At 10:50 in the evening, that electric light reappeared, just as clear and intense as the night before. The narwhale seemed motionless.