Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea

29 Jul, 2026

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Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea

Turis longa tele sub marimulti

per Jul Bern (Jules Verne)
(abrebi tele) mutalingua per Gary R. Miller

parti 1

1

The year 1866 was signalised by a remarkable incident...
Anu 1866 es pas signa per kas surpris.

Vessels had been met by ”an enormous thing,” a long object, spindle-shaped, occasionally phosphorescent, and infinitely larger and more rapid in its movements than a whale.
Sip multine es pas fasper per ”stof gigan”, objek longa, tembitri kon foto, e maga e belo plus je setase.

”The question of the monster” inflamed all minds.
”Deman ot jo gigan fob” kaus pas pasine in serebra tuta.

The public demanded peremptorily that the seas should at any price be relieved from this formidable cetacean.
Publik order pas kon suragri tuta, na setase peril na obliga es sine eks mari tuta.

2

At the period when these events took place, I had just returned from a scientific research in the disagreeable territory of Nebraska, in the United States.
Intem kasmulti na pas, mi aribere pas ot optikpro siense in parti neo Nebraska ot Nasion Uni ot Amerika.

Upon my arrival in New York several persons did me the honour of consulting me on the phenomenon in question.
Temkia mi aribe pas a urban Iork Neo, andro multine don honor a mi per deman peri kas na.

I had published in France a work in quarto, in two volumes, entitled ”Mysteries of the Great Submarine Grounds.”
Mi publik pas pas bi biblo maga in Franse, nam ”Stofkonesnemulti ot basi maga sub Mari”.

And even ”the Honourable Pierre Aronnax, Professor in the Museum of Paris,” was called upon by the New York Herald to express a definite opinion of some sort.
Benkia ”androinstrukleban onor Aronas in Museum ot Paris” es pas apela per ”Angel Iork Neo” pro logo ide instrukben ot ili:

”I should be disposed to admit the existence of a gigantic narwhal.”
Mi nesesa logo dibina, na ili es setase unikera gigan.

My article was warmly discussed.
Artiklo ot mi es pas diskus beni.

In New York they made preparations for an expedition destined to pursue this narwhal. A frigate of great speed, the Abraham Lincoln, was put in commission. The arsenals were opened to Commander Farragut...
In urban Iork Neo, ilis prepara pas expedi pro sekuen setase na. Siparmemari maga e belo tele, ”Abram Linkon” es pas usa. Ilis ober pas plasstofarme a strategokuadri Feragot.

Three hours before the Abraham Lincoln left Brooklyn pier, I received a letter worded as follows:
Tri ora ante ”Linkon” paso ot dok, mi resep pas leter kon logo sekuen:

To M. ARONNAX, Professor in the Museum of Paris, Fifth Avenue Hotel, New York.
a andro Aronas, androinstrukleban in Museum ot urban Paris, Otel Rut Kuinti, urban Iork Neo.

SIR,— If you will consent to join the Abraham Lincoln in this expedition, the Government of the United States will with pleasure see France represented in the enterprise.
Andro, si ni senti konser kon uni niauto kon sip ”Abram Linkon” in espedi dis, goberna ot Nasion Uni ot Amerika optik nasion Franse kon beni in prisinter dis.

3

I felt that my true vocation, the sole end of my life, was to chase this disturbing monster...
Mi senti pas, na apela plasuni ot mi, estrem ot bio mi, es sekuen gigan fob dis.

”Conseil,” I called in an impatient voice.
Mi logoleban kon patolongane: ”Konse!”

Conseil was my servant...
Konse es pas androserbis ot mi.

”Make preparations for me and yourself too. We leave in two hours.”
Mi logo: ”Fakto prepara pro mi e niauto. Mis pasoeks futur poste bi ora.”

Our luggage was transported to the deck of the frigate immediately. I hastened on board...
Bagaj mis es pas espedi suragri a siparmemari. Mi paso pas belo in sip.

But Commander Farragut would not lose a day nor an hour...
Stratego Feragot desir perdi ne uni jur o ora.

”Is the steam full on?” asked he.
Ili deman: ”Es bapor komple?”

”Yes, sir,” replied the engineer.
Androtekni respon: ”Ia, sefal!”

”Go ahead,” cried Commander Farragut.
Stratego Feragot logoleban: ”Ante!”

4

No whaler had ever been better armed.
Nul sipsetase abe pas stofarme ben plus o multi.

What was better still, she had on board Ned Land, the prince of harpooners.
Kia es plus ben ot tuta, ili abe Ned Lan, infanroi optikomo ot androlanse.

Ned Land was a Canadian...
Lan es pas androkanada.

Ned Land was about forty years of age; he was a tall man (more than six feet high), strongly built...
Ili abe pas peri kuadrideka anu; ili es pas andro leban (plus je ses metripod) e forse.

I loved to hear the recital of his adventures in the polar seas.
Mi filo pas oto istorimulti peri turis ili sur mari Polantefas.

5

The 6th of July, about three o’clock in the afternoon, the Abraham Lincoln, at fifteen miles to the south, doubled the solitary island, this lost rock at the extremity of the American continent, to which some Dutch sailors gave the name of their native town, Cape Horn.
Temkia jur 6 ot Lunasep peri tri ora ot postemedijur, sip ”Linkon” paso pas peri dekakuinti milpaso a postefas ot uni nesia, rok ultim a fini ot Amerika, a na andromari multine ot Olan don pas nam ot urban ot ilisauto, pointegeo Kera.

For three months, during which a day seemed an age, the Abraham Lincoln furrowed all the waters of the Northern Pacific, running at whales...
Intem tri luna, intem na uni jur sentiomo uni tem longa tele, ”Linkon” nata pas idro tuta ot marimaga Pasi, intem kuren a setasemulti.

The sailors could not hide their discontent, and the service suffered. I will not say there was a mutiny on board, but after a reasonable period of obstinacy, Captain Farragut (as Columbus did) asked for three days’ patience.
Andromari tuta inergo ne sekret benine, e ergo ot ilis es pas plusne. Mi logo ne, na es nul sekuen peri order ot sefalsip, sed poste tem ot resonne, sefalsip Feragot deman pas (omo Kolombo deman pas) pro patolonga ot tri jur.

The 5th of November, at twelve, the delay would (morally speaking) expire...
Jur 5 ot Lunadekauni, dekabi ora ot noktu, espek fini futur (sekuen lega).

*In the midst of general silence a voice had just been heard. It was the voice of Ned Land shouting— *
In fonone komon, uni fono es pas oto. Ili es pas fono ot Lan, na logoleban:

”Look out there! The very thing we are looking for— on our weather beam!”
”Optik a na a tele! Stof na, mis optik pro— a latera benti!”

6

At two cables’ length from the Abraham Lincoln, on the starboard quarter, the sea seemed to be illuminated all over... The monster emerged some fathoms from the water, and then threw out that very intense but inexplicable light mentioned in the report of several captains.
A peri 600 paso ot sip ”Linkon” e a destra, mari es pas foto peri ili. Gigan leban pas ot idro, e temna espedi foto forse e faktokonesne, na es logo in istori ot sefalsip multine.

I replied... ”That brightness is of an essentially electrical nature.”
Mi logo: ”Foto na es ot natur elektrik.”

The frigate moved rapidly from the burning light.
Siparmemari eskapa pas belo ot foto igni.

The monster rushed suddenly towards the Abraham Lincoln with alarming rapidity, stopped suddenly about twenty feet from the hull... Then it reappeared on the other side of the vessel...
Gigan nata pas espekne e belo tele a ”Linkon”, stop pas espekne bideka metripod ot dermasip. Poste na, ili espresen pas re a latera omone ot sip.

On the captain’s face... was an expression of unaccountable astonishment.
A fas ot sefalsip es pas presen ot surpris fidene.

”M. Aronnax,” he said, ”I do not know with what formidable being I have to deal, and I will not imprudently risk my frigate in the midst of this darkness.
Ili logo: ”Andro Aronas, mi kones ne stofbio, kon na mi akto, e mi peril futur ne mania sip mi in medi ot fotone dis.”

The crew were on their feet all night.
Personel es pas sur pod intem noktu tuta.

We were on the qui vive till daylight, and prepared for the combat.
Mis es pas atentif sura fotojur, e prepara pro batal.

The frigate approached the cetacean.
Siparmemari nata pas a telene a setase.

I estimated its length at only two hundred and fifty feet.
Mi dibina pas metrilonga ili bisentikuintideka pod.

Replied Ned Land... ”Put on more steam if you can, sir. With your leave, I mean to post myself under the bowsprit, and if we get within harpooning distance, I shall throw my harpoon.”
Lan respon: ”Usa bapor plus, si ni inergo usa, sefal. Per autorite ot ni, mi desir plas sub masto fasplan, e si mis esaribe telene per lanse, mi bali futur ili.”

But the accursed animal swam too at the rate...
Sed jo santane nata pas belo omo je sip nata.

Even during our maximum of speed, it bullied the frigate, going round and round it.
Intem belo masima ot mis, gigan fob pas siparmemari, intem nata peri e peri ili.

An old gunner with a grey beard... with steady eye and grave face, went up to the gun and took a long aim.
Uni androfusil kon kapilabuka gris e optik sinene e fas atentif paso pas a fusilsip e fisa pas optik a setase.

The bullet did its work; it hit the animal, but not fatally, and sliding off the rounded surface, was lost...
Globfusil ergo pas; ili batal jo, sed eksbio ne ili, e, poste lapso ot derma peri, es pas perdi.

I saw below me Ned Land...
Mi optik pas Lan sub miauto.

The harpoon was thrown; I heard the sonorous stroke of the weapon, which seemed to have struck a hard body.
Lanse es pas bali; mi oto pas batal fonologore ot stofarme, na optikomo batal korpo rigid.

A fearful shock followed, and, thrown over the rail without having time to stop myself, I fell into the sea.
Sok fob sekuen, e, intem mi es bali dia gardilimit abene tem pro stop miauto, mi katarakta pas in mari.

7

It is certain that I soon came to, thanks to the vigorous rubbings that I received.
Es pas sekur, na poste belo mi eksdormi, akaus taktiforsemulti, mi resep.

”Conseil!” I murmured.
Mi logo lebanne: ”Konse!”

”Does master call me?” asked Conseil.
Konse deman: ”Apela sefal mi?”

I saw a face which was not Conseil’s and which I immediately recognised.
Mi optik pas fas, na es ne ot Konse, mi kones suragri.

”Ned!” I cried.
Mi logoleban: ”Ned!”

”Yes, Professor... I was able to find a footing almost directly upon a floating island. Or, more correctly speaking, on our gigantic narwhal. Only I soon found out why my harpoon had not entered its skin... That beast is made of sheet iron.”
Ili logo: ”Ia, androinstruk. Mi inergo pas eureka belo lokal sur nesia, na nata. O, korek plus, setase unikera gigan ot mis. Sed mi eureka pas kaus, akaus lanse paso pas ne in derma ot ili. Jo es fakto ot bestimetalfe.”

Daybreak appeared.
Lebansola presen pas.

One iron plate was moved, a man appeared, uttered an odd cry, and disappeared immediately.
Uni parti ot kober metalfe sine pas. Uni andro presen, logo uni logoleban komonne, e ekspresen pas belo.

Some moments after, eight strong men, with masked faces, appeared noiselessly, and drew us down into their formidable machine.
Poste minut multine, okta andro forse kon fasseudo presen abene fono, e trakta pas mis a sub in masin fob ot ilis.

8

We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black...
Mis es pas uni. Mi inergo pas ne logo o dibina plaskia. Tuta es negro.

Half an hour had already passed without our situation being bettered, when the dense darkness suddenly gave way to extreme light. I... saw that this luminous agent came from a half globe, unpolished, placed in the roof of the cabin.
Unisurbi ora pas pas, kas abe ne benplus, temkia espekne fotone tele esaribe foto tele. Mi optik pas, na foto komen ex unisurbi glob kon fas dusne, na es plas in sefalsamber.

It only contained a table and five stools. The invisible door...
Samber abe pas uni mensa e kuinti kursi abene noto. Mi inergo pas ne optik portik.

A noise of bolts was now heard, the door opened, and two men appeared.
Mis oto pas fono ot stoffisa. Portik es pas ober, e bi andro presen pas.

One was short, very muscular...
Uni es lebanne e muskul tele.

Whether this person was thirty-five or fifty years of age, I could not say. He was tall, had a large forehead, straight nose...
Mi inergo ne pas kones, si antrop omone abe tridekakuinti o kuintideka anu. Ili es leban, abe antesefal maga, rino direk.

I replied in good French... but he seemed not to understand me...
Mi logo pas per lingua ben ot Franse, sed ili optikomo, na ili kones ne lingua mi.

I said to the harpooner; ”speak your best Anglo-Saxon...”
Mi logo a androlanse: ”Logo ben per lingua ot Englan.”

Our visitors did not stir.
Bi androbisit sine pas ne.

Conseil said— ”If master will permit me, I will relate it in German.”
Konse logo: ”Si sefal let mi, mi logo futur per lingua ot Germani.”

I tried to remember my first lessons, and to narrate our adventures in Latin, but with no better success.
Mi forseauto memor leson multine uni, e logo pas peri turis per lingua Latin, sed kon nul frut.

The two strangers exchanged some words in their unknown language, and retired.
Bi androkomonne mutakon logo multine per lingua konesne e pasoeks pas.

”There is the disadvantage of not knowing all languages,” said Conseil, ”or the disadvantage of not having one universal language.”
Konse logo: ”Es imped peri kones ne lingua tuta, o imped peri abe ne uni lingua komon.”

A steward entered. He brought us clothes... and laid three plates.
Androserbis pasoin pas. Ili porta a mis besti, e plas pas tri disko kon alimen.

Our appetites satisfied, we felt overcome with sleep.
Kon gastro beni ot nis, nis senti pas forse ot dormi.

9

I woke first.
Mi eksdormi pas plasuni.

The heavy air seemed to oppress my lungs. Although the cell was large, we had evidently consumed a great part of the oxygen that it contained.
Aer gram senti pas opres bi pulmo. Benkia samber es maga, mis usa pas kones parti maga ot gaso, ili konten.

Suddenly I was refreshed by a current of pure air...
Espekne mi abe pas sani neo per kuren ot aer pur.

Ned and Conseil awoke almost at the same time...
Lan e Konse eksdormi pas tem omo telenetuta.

Time was getting on, and we were fearfully hungry...
Tem pas pas, e mis senti pas maga nesesafag.

Just then a noise was heard outside... The door opened, and the steward appeared.
Temkia espekne fono es pas oto eks samber. Portik es pas ober, e androserbis presen.

The Canadian had thrown him down, and held him by the throat.
Androkanada balisub e abe pas ili peri kol.

*Suddenly I was nailed to the spot by hearing these words in French— *
Espekne, mi es stop belo per oto ot logo dis per lingua ot Franse:

”Be quiet, Master Land; and you, Professor, will you be so good as to listen to me?”
”Fonone, andro Lan; e ni, androinstrukleban, es futur ben tak, je oto mi?”

10

It was the commander of the vessel who thus spoke.
Es pas sefal ot sip, na logo pas tak:

”Most annoying circumstances have brought you into the presence of a man who has broken all the ties of humanity. You have come to trouble my existence.”
”Kasmulti nerfo masima porta nis a presen ot andro, na rakta pas relasion tuta kon antrop tuta. Nis aribe pro babel presen ot mi.”

”Unintentionally!” said I.
Mi logo: ”Abene desir dis!”

Replied the stranger, raising his voice a little... ”Was it unintentionally that your cannon balls rebounded off the plating of my vessel? Was it unintentionally that Mr. Ned Land struck me with his harpoon?
Androkomonne respon, intem leban mikro fono: ”Es pas abene desir, na glob eks fusilsip salta pas ot metal ot sip mi? Es pas abene desir, na andro Lan batal per lanse anti mi?

”You understand then, sir,” continued the stranger, ”that I have the right to treat you as enemies?
Andro komonne stopne: ”Kones prona ni, andro, na konser kon lega tuta, mi inergo trakta nis je filone?

Said he, ”But I have thought that my interest might be reconciled with that pity to which every human being has a right. You will remain on board my vessel, since fate has cast you there.
Ili logo: ”Sed mi ide, na ide ot mi inergo es konser per beninekon, antrop tuta nesesa. Nis resta futur in sip ot mi, akaus aribeespekne bali pas nis a dis.

”I know you, M. Aronnax... You will find amongst the books which are my favourite study the work which you have published on ’the depths of the sea.’ ”
”Mi kones ni, andro Aronas. Ni eureka futur inter biblomulti, na es filo ot mi, uni biblo, ni publik pas, ”Profun ot Mari”.”

*So I contented myself with saying— *
Prona mi beni pas per logo:

”By what name ought I to address you?”
”Mi apela futur ni per nam kia?”

”Sir,” replied the commander, ”I am nothing to you but Captain Nemo...
Sefal respon: ”Andro, mi es a ni stofnul sed sefalsip Antropnul.”

I followed Captain Nemo...
Mi paso pas poste sefalsip Antropnul.

The breakfast consisted of a certain number of dishes, the contents of which were furnished by the sea alone...
Raktafagne es pas fakto per fag multine omone, stofkonten ot na es prepara per mari uni.

I tasted, more from curiosity than as a connoisseur, whilst Captain Nemo enchanted me with his extraordinary stories.
Mi gusta pas akaus desirkones e akaus ne konesben, intem sefalsip Antropnul alegro mi per istorimulti meta komon:

”The sea does not belong to despots. Upon its surface men can still exercise unjust laws... Ah! sir, live— live in the bosom of the waters! There only is independence! There I recognise no masters! There I am free!”
”Mari aperten ne a tiran. Sur fas andromulti inergo esersis lega destrane. A! andro, bio!— bio in lokal ot idro! Abe plasdis uni independen! A plasdis mi kones ne sefal! A plasdis mi es libere!”

Captain Nemo rose. I followed him. A double door, contrived at the back of the dining-room, opened... I entered a room...
Sefalsip Antropnul surpod pas. Mi paso pas poste ili. Portik bi-unisurbi a poste ot samberfag es pas ober. Mi paso pas in samber.

Works on science, morals, and literature abounded in every language...
Biblomulti peri siense, lega e leterbel per lingua tuta es pas na.

At that moment Captain Nemo opened a door which stood opposite to that by which I had entered the library, and I passed into an immense drawing-room splendidly lighted.
Temna, sefalsip Antropnul ober pas portik, na es anti ot portik, per na mi paso pas in samberbiblo, e mi pas pas in samberkursi kon foto maga.

I saw works of great value...
Mi optik pas stofteknibel tarifmaga.

A large model piano-organ... occupied one of the panels of the drawing-room.
Stofmusikpipe maga abe pas parti ot mura ot samberkursi.

He conducted me towards the bow...
Ili sefal pas mi a poste ot sip.

”Your room adjoins mine,” said he...”
Ili logo, intem ober portik: ”Samber ot ni uni kon samber ot mi.”

I entered the Captain’s room...
Mi paso pas in samber ot sefalsip.

11

”Sir,” said Captain Nemo, showing me the instruments hanging on the walls of his room, ”here are the contrivances required for the navigation of the Nautilus.
Sefalsip Antropnul logo, intem presen organmetri tuta, na pende sur mura ot samber: ”Andro, dis es organ tuta, nesesa pro direk sip ”Nautilo”.

”There is a powerful agent, obedient, rapid, easy, which conforms to every use, and reigns supreme on board my vessel... This agent is electricity.”
”Abe uni stofakto inergo tele, na es sekuen, belo, fasil, e na konser kon usa jurtuta, e na es roi in sip. Stofakto dis es elektrik.”

I followed Captain Nemo through the waist, and arrived at the centre of the boat... An iron ladder... led to the upper end. I asked the Captain what the ladder was used for.
Mi sekuen pas sefalsip Antropnul a medi ot sip. Skala metalfe direk pas sura sur ot sip. Mi deman pas a sipsefal, na skala abe usa kia.

”It leads to the small boat,” he said... ”light and insubmersible...”
Ili logo: ”Ili direk a sipstofsine gramne e baptine.”

Then a door opened into a kitchen... There electricity, better than gas itself, did all the cooking... They also heated a distilling apparatus, which, by evaporation, furnished excellent drinkable water.
Temna portik es pas ober a samberkulina. Na elektrik, ben plus je gas, kulina stoftuta. Ilis kalor pas je organpur pro idro, na per vapor furni idrobibe ben tele.

A door opened, and I found myself in the compartment where Captain Nemo— certainly an engineer of a very high order— had arranged his locomotive machinery.
Portik es pas ober, e mi es pas in samber, in na sefalsip Antropnul— androtekni ot order leban tele, sekur— order pas masin ot sineante.

Replied the Captain, with some hesitation; ”since you may never leave this submarine boat. Come into the saloon, it is our usual study, and there you will learn all you want to know about the Nautilus.
Sefalsip logo: ”Akaus ni inergo ne let sip submari dis, aribe a samberkursi. Ili es samberstudi komon ot mis, e plasna ni kones futur stoftuta, ni desir kones per sip ”Nautilo”.”

12

The Captain showed me a sketch that gave the plan, section, and elevation of the Nautilus.
Sefalsip presen pas a mi desin, na presen plan, parti e metri tuta ot sip ”Nautilo”.

”To steer this boat to starboard or port, to turn— in a word, following a horizontal plan, I use an ordinary rudder fixed on the back of the stern-post... But I can also make the Nautilus rise and sink, and sink and rise, by a vertical movement by means of two inclined planes fastened to its sides...
Ili logo: ”Pro direk sip dis a destra- alo destranefas— pro turni, na es, in plan fasplan— mi usa direksip komon, na es fisa a baton a poste ot sip. Sed mi inergo fakto je, na sip ”Nautilo” paso a sur e a sub, leban e lebanne, per sine sursub per bi organplan, na strepto, e na es fisa a latera ot sip.”

”The steersman is placed in a glazed box, that is raised about the hull of the Nautilus...
Ili logo stopne: ”Androdirek es plas in konten kristal, na es leban sur derma ot sip.

”Behind the steersman’s cage is placed a powerful electric reflector, the rays from which light up the sea for half a mile in front.”
”Poste konten ot androdirek es lampa elektrik forse, foto ot na foto mari a 500 paso ante sip...”

”One last question, Captain Nemo... You are rich?”
Mi logo: ”Uni deman ultim, sefalsip Antropnul. Es ni pluto?”

”Immensely rich, sir...”
Ili logo: ”Pluto tele, andro.”

13

The pumps began to drive the water from the tanks; the needle of the manometer marked by a different pressure the ascent of the Nautilus, then it stopped.
Kompleidromulti komen pas forse idro eks kontenidromulti; rafido ot organprofun presen pas nataleban ot sip ”Nautilo” per pres muta, poste na sip stop.

I went to the central staircase which opened on to the platform...
Mi paso pas a skala medi, na ober a formaplan sur sip.

The platform was only three feet out of water.
Formaplan es pas tri metripod sur idro.

Captain Nemo, by the help of his sextant, took the altitude of the sun...
Sefalsip Antropnul kones pas metrileban ot sola per asista ot organunisurses.

I cast a last look upon the sea, slightly yellowed by the Japanese coast, and descended to the saloon.
Mi optik pas peri mari, na es santo mikro akaus limit ot nasion Nipon, e paso a lebanne a samberkursi.

”And now, sir, I leave you to your studies,” added the Captain...
Sefalsip logo: ”Temdis mi let ni pro studi.”

Then my eyes fell upon the vast planisphere spread upon the table...
Poste na bi optik mi interes pas peri karto maga, na es distribu sur mensa.

Ned Land and Conseil appeared at the door of the saloon.
Lan e Konse presen pas a portik ot samberkursi.

”M. Aronnax,” said Ned Land, ”can you tell me how many men there are on board? Ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred?”
Lan logo: ”Andro Aronas, inergo ni logo a mi numer ot andromari es in sip? Deka, bideka, kuintideka, senti?”

”Be quiet and let us try and see what passes around us.”
”Fonone, e let, na mis forseauto optik na, na pas peri mis!”

”See!” exclaimed the harpooner, ”but we can see nothing in this iron prison!”
Androlanse logo leban: ”Optik! Sed mis inergo optik nul in prison metalfe dis!”

Ned Land had scarcely pronounced these words when all was suddenly darkness.
Lan logo pas fras na, telenetuta temkia tuta es espekne fotone.

Suddenly light broke at each side of the saloon, through two oblong openings.
Espekne foto presen pas a bi latera ot samberkursi per bi plasober oblik.

The sea was distinctly visible for a mile all round the Nautilus. Who could paint the effects of the light through those transparent sheets of water...
Mis inergo pas optik distinge mari a milpaso peri sip ”Nautilo”. Antropkia inergo pitures efek ot foto dia planmulti kristal na ot idro?

For two whole hours an aquatic army escorted the Nautilus. During their games, their bounds, while rivalling each other in beauty...
Intem bi ora komple, arme ot pisi multi tele nata pas latera sip ”Nautilo”, intem rekre e dansi, e intem kurenkon uni ot omone konser kon bel.

Suddenly there was daylight in the saloon, the iron panels closed again...
Espekne, abe pas foto in samberkursi, e bi kober metalfe klosre pas.

Ned Land and Conseil returned to their cabin, and I retired to my chamber.
Lan e Konse aribere a samber ot ilis, e mi komple pas jur a samber ot miauto.

Then sleep overpowered me, and I stretched myself on my couch of zostera, and slept profoundly, whilst the Nautilus was gliding rapidly through the current of the Black River.
Poste na, dormi prisforse pas mi, e mi distribu miauto sur stofdormi ot erbimari, e dormi pas profun, intem sip ”Nautilo” paso dus e belo dia kuren ot potam Negro ot nasion Nipon.

14

9th of November:
jur 9 Lunadekauni:

I plunged into the study of the shell treasures hidden behind the glasses.
Mi es okupa pas per studi peri tauma ot konkomulti, na es poste kristal.

The whole day passed without my being honoured by a visit from Captain Nemo.
Jur komple pas pas abene, na mi es onor per bisit ot sefalsip Antropnul.

11th November:
11 Lunadekauni:

I directed my steps to the central staircase, and mounted the platform.
Mi paso a skala medi, e leban pas sur formaplan.

I heard steps approaching the platform. I was prepared to salute Captain Nemo, but it was his second...
Mi oto pas paso a formaplan. Mi es prepara pro salut a sefalsip Antropnul, sed es pas andro bi ot ili.

He pronounced a sentence...
Ili logo pas fras:

Nul respon peri dis.

What it meant I could not say.
Mi inergo pas logo temna, na ili signifi kia.

16th November:
16 Lunadekauni:

On returning to my room with Ned and Conseil, I found upon my table a note addressed to me.
Temkia aribere a samber ot mi kon Lan e Konse, mi eureka pas leter a mi sur mensa.

16th of November, 1867.
TO PROFESSOR ARONNAX, On board the Nautilus.
Captain Nemo invites Professor Aronnax to a hunting-party, which will take place to-morrow morning in the forests of the island of Crespo. He hopes that... he will with pleasure see him joined by his companions.
CAPTAIN NEMO,
Commander of the Nautilus.

jur 16 Lunadekauni anu 1867
A androinstrukleban Aronas in sip ”Nautilo”
Sefalsip Antropnul deman a androinstruk Aronas pro diana, na es futur saftra antemedijur a silbi ot nesia Krespo. Ili optima, na ili kon alegro optik futur ili uni per bi androkon.
sefalsip Antropnul,
sefal ot sip ”Nautilo”

”Oh! then the gentleman is going on terra firma?” replied Ned Land.
Lan respon: ”O! prona andro na paso futur sur geo stereo?”

I consulted the planisphere, and in 32° 40′ north lat. and 157° 50′ west long., I found a small island...
Mi sek karto, e mi eureka pas nesia mikro a 32 degre 40 minut antefas metrilatera e 157 degre 50 minut destranefas metrilonga.

I showed this little rock lost in the midst of the North Pacific to my companions.
Mi presen pas lito mikro na, na es perdi a medi ot mari Pasi antefas, a androkon.

17th of November:
17 ot Lunadekauni:

Captain Nemo was there, waiting for me.
Sefalsip Antropnul es pas plasna, intem espek mi.

Then he began— ”Sir, when I proposed to you to hunt in my submarine forest of Crespo, you evidently thought me mad.
Temna ili komen: ”Andro, temkia mi ofer pas a ni diana a silbi sub mari ot nesia Krespo, ni ide berita, na mi es mania.

”You know as well as I do, Professor, that man can live under water, providing he carries with him a sufficient supply of breathable air.
”Ni kones ben omo mi, androinstruk, na antrop pote bio sub idro, si ili porta kon iliauto kargo komple ot aer respira.

”It is to use the Rouquayrol apparatus... It consists of a reservoir of thick iron plates, in which I store the air under a pressure...”
”Mi usa organ Rukerol. Ili es kargo, na es fakto ot bestimetalfe paki, in na mi plas aer sub pres.”

”I must be allowed some reservations with regard to the gun I am to carry.”
Mi logo: ”Mi obliga es let abe gardi multine peri fusil, mi porta futur.”

”The balls sent by this gun are not ordinary balls, but little cases of glass... into which the electricity is forced...”
Ili logo: ”Glob, na es bali eks fusil dis, es ne glob komon, sed es konten mikro ot kristal, in na elektrik es forse.”

I called my two companions, who followed immediately. We then came to a kind of cell near the machinery-room, in which we were to put on our walking-dress.
Mi apela pas a bi androkon, na sekuen suragri. Poste na, mis aribe pas a samber komonne mikro a telene ot sambermasin, in na mis porta futur bestipaso.

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A dozen diving apparatuses hung from the partition...
Peri 12 organbapti pende pas sur mura.

Ned Land, on seeing them, showed evident repugnance to dress himself in one.
Lan, temkia optik ilis, presen pas filone peri porta uni ot ilis sur iliauto.

”Is Conseil going to risk it?” asked Ned.
Lan deman: ”Peril futur Konse dis?”

”I follow my master wherever he goes,” replied Conseil.
Konse respon: ”Mi sekuen sefal a plastuta, a na ili paso.”

At the Captain’s call two of the ship’s crew came to help us to dress in these heavy and impervious clothes, made of india-rubber without seam...
Kon apela ot sefalsip, bi androsip aribe pas pro asista, na mis porta besti gram e antiidro na, na es fakto ot uni parti ot gom.

Captain Nemo and one of his companions... Conseil, and myself, were soon enveloped in the dresses.
Sefalsip Antropnul e uni ot androkon ot iliauto, Konse e miauto es pas belo besti.

The upper part of our dress terminated in a copper collar upon which was screwed the metal helmet. Three holes, protected by thick glass, allowed us to see in all directions... As soon as it was in position, the Rouquayrol apparatus on our backs began to act...
Parti sur ot besti fini pas a bestikol ot metalku, sur na es fisa proteksefal ot metal. Tri portiklatera in proteksefal, na es protek per kristal paki, let pas, na mis optik a direksion tuta. Temkia organrespira Rukerol es sur noto, ili komen akto belo.

With the Ruhmkorff lamp hanging from my belt, and the gun in my hand, I was ready to set out.
Kon lampa Rumkorf, na pende sub jon, e fusil in mani, mi prepara pas pro komen.

I felt myself being pushed into a little room contiguous to the wardrobe-room.
Mi sensi pas, na mi es sineante in samber mikro, na es parti ot samberbesti.

Evidently from some part of the vessel they had, by means of a tap, given entrance to the water, which was invading us, and with which the room was soon filled. A second door cut in the side of the Nautilus then opened. We saw a faint light. In another instant our feet trod the bottom of the sea.
Kones, na es ot parti ot sip, ilis abe, per pipekuren, na letin idro, na kuren in samber, e per na samber komple es belo komple. Portik bi a latera ot sip ”Nautilo” es pas ober. Mis optik pas foto forsene. Poste sekun, pod ot nis paso pas sur basi ot mari.

Conseil and I remained near each other, as if an exchange of words had been possible through our metallic cases.
Konse e mi resta pas uni telene a omo, optikomo, si logo inergo es mutakon per bi konten ot metal.

I clearly distinguished objects at a distance of a hundred and fifty yards.
Mi optik pas kristal objekmulti a tele ot sentikuintideka metribrak.

I recognised magnificent rocks...
Mi inergo pas kones litomulti tauma.

The rays of the sun struck the surface of the waves at rather an oblique angle, and at the touch of their light, decomposed by refraction as through a prism, flowers, rocks, plants, shells...
Aktimulti ot sola batal fas ot undulamulti kon goni oblik, e, kon takti ot foto ot ilis, fakto a sep krom per fotore omo per kristal, presen pas flor, lito, planta e konkomulti.

We then travelled over a plain of sea-weed of wild and luxuriant vegetation.
Poste mis turis pas sur geoplan ot plantamulti silbi e berdi ot mari.

Captain Nemo stopped; he waited till I joined him, and then pointed to an obscure mass...
Sefalsip Antropnul stop pas; ili espek pas, sura mi uni kon ili, poste esibit per daktil a masa fotone.

“It is the forest of the Island of Crespo,” thought I...
Mi ide: ”Na es silbi ot nesia Krespo.”

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We had at last arrived on the borders of this forest, doubtless one of the finest of Captain Nemo’s immense domains.
Tem fini, Mis aribe pas a limit ot silbi na, uni sekur ot lokalmulti ben ot sefalsip Antropnul.

This forest was composed of large tree-plants...
Silbi na es pas fakto ot planta-arbormulti maga.

I involuntarily confounded the genera, taking... animals for plants...
Mi, abene sek, sensi babel ot klasmulti, tem kones jo je planta, e planta je jo.

After four hours... I felt an insurmountable desire to sleep, which happens to all divers. And my eyes soon closed behind the thick glasses...
Poste kuadri ora, mi sensi pas desirdormi, inergone pro stop, na aribe a androbapti sub mari tuta. E optik mi klos pas antetem poste kristal paki.

I thought that this halt would mark the termination of our walk; but I was mistaken, for, instead of returning to the Nautilus, Captain Nemo continued his bold excursion... It must have been about three o’clock when we reached a narrow valley, between high perpendicular walls, situated about seventy-five fathoms deep.
Mi ide pas, na stop na es fini ot turis mis; sed mi abe pas eror, akaus, tem pasore ne a sip ”Nautilo”, sefalsip Antropnul stopne pas turis brabo na. Es probable tri ora ot masintem, temkia mis aribe pas a bale steno inter bi mura leban e kuadri, profun peri sepdekakuinti metribibrak.

I suddenly saw a brilliant white light. Captain Nemo had just put his electric apparatus into use...
Mi optik pas espekne uni foto forse. Sefalsip Antropnul usa pas temna stof elektrik ot iliauto.

At last, after about four hours, this marvellous excursion came to an end. A wall of superb rocks, in an imposing mass, rose before us... It was the prop of the Island of Crespo.
Poste peri kuadri ora, turis tauma na abe pas fini. Uni mura ot litomulti bel in masa maga tele, leban ante mis. Ili es pas basi ot nesia Krespo.

The return began... I thought we were not following the same road to return to the Nautilus.
Pasore komen pas. Mi ide pas, na mis sekuen ne rut omo pro pasore a sip ”Nautilo”.

For two hours we followed these sandy plains, then fields of algæ very disagreeable to cross... I saw a glimmer of light, which, for a half mile, broke the darkness of the waters. It was the lantern of the Nautilus.
Intem bi ora, mis sekuen pas geoplan ot samo, poste na agri ot plantamarimulti, fasilne pro dia. Mi optik pas foto forsene, na rakta fotone ot idro a unisurbi milpaso. Ili es pas lampa ot sip ”Nautilo”.

I presently saw Captain Nemo coming hurriedly towards me. With his strong hand he bent me to the ground...
Mi optik pas espekne, na sefalsip Antropnul aribe belo a mi. Per mani forse, ili kurba pas mi a geo.

My blood froze in my veins as I recognised two formidable sharks which threatened us.
Emo mi sensiomo je idrojele in fleb tuta ot mi, temkia mi optik pas bi skualo fob, na menas a mis.

Happily the voracious creatures do not see well. They passed without seeing us... Half an hour after, guided by the electric light, we reached the Nautilus. The outside door had been left open, and Captain Nemo closed it as soon as we had entered the first cell. He then pressed a knob. I heard the pumps working in the midst of the vessel, I felt the water sinking from around me, and in a few moments the cell was entirely empty. The inside door then opened, and we entered the vestry.
A beni, stofbio desirfag omo ilis inergo ne optik ben. Ilis pas pas, abene optik nis. Poste unisurbi ora, kon lampa elektrik je sefal, mis paso pas a sip ”Nautilo”. Portik a latera ot sip resta pas ober, e sefalsip Antropnul klos pas ili, poste mis pasoin. Temna sefalsip pres pas buton. Mi oto pas, na kompleidro akto in sip, e mi sensi pas, na idro peri mi esaribe basi, e samber mikro abe pas nul idro poste minut multine. Portik a samberbesti ober pas, e mis pasoin pas.

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18th of November
18 ot Lunadekauni

I went up on to the platform...
Mi paso pas a leban a formaplan.

A number of the sailors of the Nautilus, all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to draw up the nets that had been laid all night. These sailors were evidently of different nations...
Andromarimulti ot sip ”Nautilo”, tuta forse e sani, aribe pas a formaplan. Ilis aribe pas pro traktaeks diktio tuta, na es pas in mari intem noktu komple. Andromari tuta na es ot nasionmulti omone.

It was a fine haul...
Abe pas numer ben ot pisi.

The Captain turned to me, saying: ”Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life?
Sefalsip turni pas a mi, intem logo: ”Es ne marimaga don per bio berita?

”I can imagine the foundations of nautical towns, clusters of submarine houses, which, like the Nautilus, would ascend every morning to breathe at the surface of the water...”
Mi inergo desinsiko kreat ot urbanmulti, grupmulti ot dom sub mari, na, omo sip ”Nautilo”, leban futur antemedijur pro respira sur fas ot idro.”

Nearly every day, for some time, the panels of the drawing-room were opened...
Jur tuta telenetuta intem ora multine, bi kober metal ot samberkursi es pas ober.

27th
jur 27

When I went on the platform, I saw two miles to windward, Hawaii, the largest of the seven islands that form the group.
Temkia mi paso a formaplan, mi optik pas a bi milpaso a latera benti nesia Auai, maga plasuni ot sep nesia, na fakto grup ot nesia tuta.

11th of December
11 ot Lunadekabi

Conseil interrupted me.
Konse rakta lektur mi:

”Will master come here a moment?”
”Aribe sefal a dis intem minut?”

An enormous black mass, quite immovable, was suspended in the midst of the waters... ”A vessel!” I said, half aloud.
Masa maga tele e negro, sinene, es pas in medi ot mari. Mi logo unisurbi leban: ”Sip!”

Sadder still was the sight of the bridge, where some corpses, bound with ropes, were still lying.
Benine es pas optik ot sambersek, plaskia korpo multine morta, na es fisa per kordamulti, temna kumbe.

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15th of December
15 ot Lunadekabi

We left to the east... the graceful Tahiti, queen of the Pacific.
Mis let pas a destrafas a nesia gras Taiti, roigine ot marimaga Pasi.

25th of December
25 ot Lunadekabi

The Nautilus sailed into the midst of the New Hebrides...
Sip ”Nautilo” nata in medi ot nesiamulti Ebride Neo.

Ned Land seemed to regret sorely the non-celebration of “Christmas”...
Lan optikomo pas benine peri nul festi peri Jurkristo.

27th
jur 27

I was busily tracing the route of the Nautilus on the planisphere. The Captain came up to me, put his finger on one spot on the chart, and said this single word.
Mi es pas okupa kon eureka rut ot sip ”Nautilo” sur karto. Sefalsip aribe a mi, plas daktil sur karto, e logo pas uni logo dis:

”Vanikoro.”
”Banikoro.”

La Perouse, and his second, Captain de Langle, were sent by Louis XVI, in 1785, on a voyage of circumnavigation. They embarked in the corvettes Boussole and the Astrolabe, neither of which were again heard of. In 1791, the French Government, justly uneasy as to the fate of these two sloops, manned two large merchantmen, the Recherche and the Esperance...
La Perus e andro bi sefalsip de Langl es pas espedi per roi ot nasion Franse Lui 16 anu 1785 per turis peri geo komple. Ilis komen in bi sip ”Busol” e ”Astrolab”, peri bi sip na es oto temnul poste na. Anu 1791, goberna ot nasion Franse, na senti pas trankuilne peri kas ot bi sip na, andro pas bi sip maga ”Resers” e ”Esperan”.

1828, the Astrolabe appeared off Tikopia, and took as guide and interpreter a deserter found on the island; made his way to Vanikoro...
Anu 1828, sip ”Astrolab” espresen a telene ot nesia Tikopia, e aksep pas andro uni, mis eureka a nesia, je sefalrut e androlinguamuta; e paso pas a nesia Banikoro.

Questioning the natives, learned too that La Perouse, after losing both his vessels on the reefs of this island, had constructed a smaller boat, only to be lost a second time.
Poste deman a demo lokal, ilis kones pas, na la Perus, poste perdi bi sip sur mura ot koral ot nesia na, fakto uni sip mikro, sed es pas perdi tem bi.

That is the substance of what I told Captain Nemo.
Na es pas suma ot na, mi logo a sefalsip Antropnul.

”So,” he said, ”no one knows now where the third vessel perished that was constructed by the castaways on the island of Vanikoro?”
Ili logo: ”Tak, antropnul kones, plaskia sip tri es perdi, na es fakto per androperdi a nesia Banikoro?”

”No one knows.”
Mi logo: ”Antropnul kones.”

”They directed their course towards the Solomon Islands, and there perished, with everything, on the westerly coast of the chief island of the group, between Capes Deception and Satisfaction.”
Ili logo: ”Ilis direk rut a nesiamulti Solomon, e morta pas plasna kon stoftuta a limit destrafas ot nesia maga plasuni ot grup inter bi pointegeo Desepsion e Satisfaksion.”

Captain Nemo showed me a tin-plate box, stamped with the French arms... He opened it, and I saw a bundle of papers...
Sefalsip Antropnul presen pas a mi konten ot metalsan, na es estam per signa ot nasion Franse. Ili ober pas ili, e mi optik pas grup ot paper.

They were the instructions of the naval minister to Commander La Perouse, annotated in the margin in Louis XVI’s handwriting.
Ilis es pas instruk ot minister armemari a androorder la Perus kon graf a limitpaper per mani ot Lui 16.

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4th of January
jur 4 Lunauni

Two days after crossing the coral sea... we sighted the Papuan coasts. On this occasion, Captain Nemo informed me that his intention was to get into the Indian Ocean by the Strait of Torres.
Bi jur poste paso dia mari Koral, mis optik limit ot nesia Papua. Kon kas na, sefalsip Antropnul informa pas a mi, na estrem ili es nata a marimaga Indi dia brakmari Tores.

He steered for the Island of Gilboa.
Ili direk pas sip a nesia Gilboa.

He stood off it at about two miles distant. Suddenly a shock overthrew me. The Nautilus just touched a rock, and stayed immovable, laying lightly to port side.
Sefalsip nata pas a tele ot peri bi milpaso ot ili. Espekne, sok batal pas mi a formaplan. Sip ”Nautilo” eureka lito, e resta sinene, kumbe mikro a latera destrane.

When I rose, I perceived Captain Nemo and his lieutenant on the platform.
Temkia mi leban, mi optik pas sefalsip Antropnul e stratego ili sur formaplan.

If she could neither glide off nor move, she ran the risk of being for ever fastened to these rocks...
Si ili inergo pas ne lubri o ne sine, sip abe peril peri es fixa a lito na temtuta.

”In five days the moon will be full. Now, I shall be very much astonished if that satellite does not raise these masses of water sufficiently...”
Sefalsip logo: ”Poste kuinti jur, luna es futur komple. E mi es futur surpris, si luna leban futur ne komple masa dis ot idro.”

Said Ned Land, who came up to me after the departure of the Captain...
Lan logo, na aribe a mi, poste sefalsip pasoeks:

”There is an island; on that island there are trees; under those trees, terrestrial animals, bearers of cutlets and roast beef, to which I would willingly give a trial.”
”Abe uni nesia; sur nesia na, abe arbormulti; e sub arbor na tuta, jo ot geo, na don karni ot tipi tuta, mi desir gusta.”

Said Conseil, ”Could not master obtain permission from his friend Captain Nemo to put us on land...”
Konse logo: ”Inergo ne sefal resep autorite ot filo sefalsip Antropnul pro plas mis sur geo?”

To my great surprise, Captain Nemo gave me the permission I asked for...
A surpris maga ot mi, sefalsip Antropnul don a mi autorite, mi deman.

At eight o’clock, armed with guns and hatchets, we got off the Nautilus... Conseil and I rowing, we sped along quickly, and Ned steered...
Temkia okta ora ot masintem, mis kon fusil e martelounine multine paso pas ot sip ”Nautilo”. Tem Konse e mi sine sipstofsine, mis paso pas belo, e Lan direk pas.

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I was much impressed on touching land... It was only two months before that we had become, according to Captain Nemo, “passengers on board the ”Nautilus”, but, in reality, prisoners of its commander.
Mi ben pas, temkia mi takti geo. Es pas ante bi simple luna, na mis esaribe pas konser kon sefalsip Antropnul ”antroppaso in sip Nautilo”, sed antropprison ot sefal ili konser kon berita.

The whole horizon was hidden behind a beautiful curtain of forests.
Limitgeo komple es pas poste stopoptik bel ot silbi.

The Canadian... discovered a coco-tree, beat down some of the fruit, broke them, and we drunk the milk and ate the nut...
Androkanada eureka arborkoko, batal ili pro obten frut multine, rakta pas ilis, e mis bibe lakto e fag pas frutrigid.

Conseil and I chose the best fruits of the bread-fruit.
Konse e mi selek pas frut ben ot frutpani.

Ned Land... placed them on a coal fire...
Lan plas pas ilis sur igni ot karbon.

At five o’clock in the evening, loaded with our riches, we quitted the shore...
Temkia kuinti ora ot postemedijur, sipstofsine komple ot frut, mis let limitmari.

6th January
6 ot Lunauni

At dawn we set off.
Temkia lebansola, mis pasoeks.

”There are only birds,” said Conseil.
Konse logo: ”Abe ornimulti simple.”

”But they are eatable,” replied the harpooner.
Androlanse respon: ”Sed mis inergo fag ilis.”

”Birds of paradise!” I exclaimed.
Mi logoleban: ”Orni ot selfinine!”

The two friends, beating the bushes, roused a herd of kangaroos... But these animals did not take to flight so rapidly but what the electric capsule could stop their course.
Bi filo, intem batal arbormulti mikro, ormon grup ot jokanguru. Sed jomulti na eskapa pas ne belo tak, na glob elektrik stop ne kuren ilis.

At six o’clock in the evening we had regained the shore...
Temkia ses ora ot noktu, mis pasore pas a limitmari.

Indeed, the dinner was excellent.
Berita, temfagnoktu es pas ben tele.

Just then a stone fell at our feet...
Temna suragri, uni lito katarakta pas a telene ot pod mis.

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”To the boat!” I said, hurrying to the sea.
Mi logo, intem kuren a mari: ”A sip!”

About twenty natives armed with bows and slings appeared on the skirts of a copse...
Peri bideka androlokal, na es arme per arka e stofbali, espresen pas latera grup ot arbormulti.

We had not gone two cable-lengths, when a hundred savages, howling and gesticulating, entered the water...
Mis nata pas peri unisurkuadri milpaso, temkia senti androsilbi, intem logoleban e sine mani, paso pas in idro.

Twenty minutes later we were on board.
Poste bideka minut, mis es pas in sip ”Nautilo”.

Captain Nemo was there, bending over his organ, and plunged in a musical ecstasy.
Sefalsip Antropnul es pas na, intem oblik sur organmusikpipe e in beni ot musik.

”Captain!” I said, touching his hand.
Mi logo, intem takti mani ili: ”Sefalsip!”

”Ah! it is you, Professor?”
”A! es ni, androinstruk?”

”Yes, Captain; but we have unfortunately brought a troop of bipeds, whose vicinity troubles me.”
”Ia, sefalsip; sed benine mis porta arme ot androbipod, telene ot na ormon pasine.”

”What bipeds?”
”Androbipod kia?”

”Savages.”
”Androsilbi sofine.”

”Are they worse than others, these whom you call savages?”
”Es ilis benne plus je antrop omone, ni apela antropsilbi?”

8th January
8 ot Lunauni

At six o’clock in the morning... I went up on to the platform.
Temkia ses ora ot antemedijur, mi paso pas sura formaplan.

The natives were there, more numerous than on the day before— five or six hundred perhaps...
Antropsilbimulti es pas na, multi plus je bsera— kuinti- o sessenti inergo.

I had not seen a single native canoe.
Mi optik ne uni sip ot antropsilbi.

For two hours we fished unceasingly, but without bringing up any rarities.
Intem bi ora, mis pris pas jomulti mari, abene nul objek komonne.

A stone unfortunately thrown by a native struck...
Benine, uni lito, na es bali per androsilbi, batal pas.

Conseil took up his gun...
Konse pris pas fusil.

A score of canoes surrounded the Nautilus.
Peri bideka sip mikro ot androsilbi aribe pas peri sip ”Nautilo”.

I ventured to knock at the door that opened into the Captain’s room.
Mi fob pro batal pas portik, na ober a samber ot sefalsip:

”The natives are surrounding us in their canoes, and in a few minutes we shall certainly be attacked by many hundreds of savages.” ”Androlokalmulti aribe peri mis, e poste minut multine, mis es futur atak per sentimulti androsilbi.”

”Well, sir, let them come.”
Ili logo: ”Ben, andro, let, na ilis aribe.”

Added the Captain, rising, ”to-morrow, at twenty minutes to three p.m., the Nautilus shall float, and leave the Strait of Torres uninjured.”
Sefalsip logo plus, intem leban: ”Saftra bideka minut ante tri ot postemedijur, sip ”Nautilo” nata sur idro, e let futur plassteno Tores abene defek.”

The next day
jur sekuen

At six in the morning I rose.
Temkia ses ora ot antemedijur, mi eksdormi pas.

At five-and-twenty minutes to three, Captain Nemo appeared in the saloon.
Temkia bidekakuinti minut ante tri ora, sefalsip Antropnul espresen in samberkursi:

”I have given the order to open the hatches.”
”Mi logo pas order pro ober portik tuta.”

”Will they not come inside the Nautilus?”
”Aribe futur ne ilis in sip ”Nautilo”?”

”Well, come and you will see.”
”Ben, aribe, e ni optik futur.”

The first native who placed his hand on the stair-rail, struck from behind by some invisible force, I know not what, fled, uttering the most fearful cries...
Androlokal uni, na plas mani a pipemani ot skala, es batal per forse optikne, mi kones ne, e eskapa pas, intem logo logolebanmulti fob tele.

It was no rail; but a metallic cable charged with electricity...
Es pas nul pipemani, sed korda metal, na abe kargo ot elektrik.

At this moment the Nautilus, raised by the last waves of the tide, quitted her coral bed...
Minut na, sip ”Nautilo”, na es leban per undula ultim ot sinemari, let pas stofdormi ot koral.

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10th January
10 ot Lunauni

The Nautilus continued her course between two seas, but with such remarkable speed that I could not estimate it at less than thirty-five miles an hour.
Sip ”Nautilo” stopne pas kuren inter bi marimaga, sed per belo tauma tak, na mi inergo pas ne dibina ili plusne je tridekakuinti milpaso per ora.

11th of January
jur 11 Lunauni

The Nautilus easily avoided the breakers of Money to port and the Victoria reefs to starboard...
Sip ”Nautilo” eskapa pas fasil bi lokal leban peril ot koral, Moni a destranefas e Biktori a destrafas.

13th of January
jur 13 Lunauni

Captain Nemo arrived in the Sea of Timor...
Sefalsip Antropnul aribe pas a mari Timor.

From this point the direction of the Nautilus inclined towards the south-west.
Ot pointe na, direksion ot sip ”Nautilo” muta pas a poste-destranefas.

14th of January
jur 14 Lunauni

We lost sight of land altogether.
Mis perdi pas optik ot geo tuta.

16th of January
jur 16 Lunauni

The Nautilus seemed becalmed only a few yards beneath the surface of the waves.
Sip ”Nautilo” optikomo pas abene sine a metribrak multine simple sub fas ot undula.

The hatches of the saloon were open...
Bi portiklatera ot samberkursi es pas ober.

During several hours the Nautilus floated in these brilliant waves, and our admiration increased as we watched the marine monsters...
Intem ora multine, sip ”Nautilo” planet pas in undulamulti foto na, e admira nis maga pas, intem mis obserba pas jomarimulti gigan.

18th of January
jur 18 Lunauni

The weather was threatening... I went up on to the platform just as the second lieutenant was taking the measure... I saw Captain Nemo appear with a glass, looking towards the horizon.
Sel presen pas menas. Mi paso pas sura formaplan, temkia stratego pris metri. Mi optik pas, na sefalsip Antropnul espresen kon optiktele, intem optik a limitgeo.

I... took out an excellent telescope that I generally used.
Mis priseks pas optiktele ben, mi usa temmulti.

It was quickly snatched out of my hands.
Ili es pas pris belo eks mani mi.

Captain Nemo was before me... His teeth were set; his stiff body, clenched fists...
Sefalsip Antropnul es pas ante mi, intem denti es pres, korpo rigid, mani klos:

”You must be confined, with your companions, until I think fit to release you.”
”Ni obliga es klos kon bi androkon, sura mi ide futur destra pro libere nis.”

Four of the crew waited at the door, and conducted us to that cell where we had passed our first night on board the Nautilus.
Kuadri ot personel espek pas mis a portik, e sefal pas mis a samber mikro, plaskia mis pas pas noktu uni in sip ”Nautilo”.

And indeed the table was laid.
E berita, mensa abe pas alimen.

The meal was eaten in silence.
Mis fag pas per fonone.

Just then the luminous globe that lighted the cell went out, and left us in total darkness... Evidently soporific substances had been mixed with the food we had just taken... My eyelids, like leaden caps, fell over my eyes.
Temna espekne, globfoto, na foto samber, eksigni, e let pas mis in fotone komple. Kones, na narkotdormi es pas misa kon alimen, mis fag pas. Bi koberoptik mi, sensiomo ot metalpab, katarakta pas ante optik mi.

23

The next day I woke with my head singularly clear. To my great surprise, I was in my own room.
Jur sekuen, mi eksdormi pas kon serebra ben. Intem surpris, mi es pas in samber ot miauto.

About two o’clock, I was in the drawing-room, busied in arranging my notes, when the Captain opened the door and appeared.
Peri bi ora ot masintem, mi es pas in samberkursi, intem ergo peri donorder a grafperimulti ot miauto, temkia sefalsip ober portik, e espresen pas:

”Are you a doctor, M. Aronnax?”
”Es ni andromedisin, andro Aronas?”

Said I, ”I am a doctor and resident surgeon to the hospital.”
Mi logo: ”Mi es andromedisin e es lista je androtomi a ospital.”

Captain Nemo conducted me to the poop of the Nautilus...
Sefalsip Antropnul sefal pas mi a poste ot sip ”Nautilo”.

There, on a bed, lay a man about forty years of age...
Na sur stofdormi es uni andro kon peri kuadrideka anu.

The skull, shattered by some deadly weapon, left the brain exposed, which was much injured.
Krani ili, na es pas rakta per stofarme ot klas konesne, let pas serebra ober, na es trauma tele.

”What caused this wound?” I asked.
Mi deman: ”Kia kaus pas trauma dis?”

He replied, evasively. ”A shock has broken one of the levers of the engine...”
Ili logo poste espek mikro: ”Sok rakta pas parti ot masinsine.”

”He will be dead in two hours.”
Mi logo: ”Ili morta futur poste bi ora.”

Captain Nemo’s hand contracted, and some tears glistened in his eyes, which I thought incapable of shedding any.
Mani ot sefalsip Antropnul tremolo pas, e idrooptik es in bi optik ili, mi ide pas, na ilis es inergone pro fakto idrooptik.

”You can go now, M. Aronnax,” said the Captain.
Sefalsip logo: ”Ni inergo pasoeks, andro Aronas.”

The next morning
antemedijur sekuen

I went on to the bridge. Captain Nemo was there before me.
Mi paso pas a formaplan. Sefalsip Antropnul es na ante mi:

”Professor, will it be convenient to you to make a submarine excursion to-day?”
”Androinstruk, es futur fasil, na ni akto turis sub mari jur dis?”

”With my companions?” I asked.
Mi deman: ”Kon bi androkon?”

”If they like.”
Ili logo: ”Si ilis desir tak.”

I rejoined Ned Land and Conseil, and told them of Captain Nemo’s proposition. Conseil hastened to accept it, and this time the Canadian seemed quite willing to follow our example.
Mi uni Lan e Konse, e logo pas ilis peri ofer ot sefalsip Antropnul. Konse resep pas belo ili, e temna Androkanada optikomo pas desir pro konser kon tipi mis.

At half-past eight we were equipped for this new excursion, and provided with two contrivances for light and breathing. The double door was open; and, accompanied by Captain Nemo, who was followed by a dozen of the crew, we set foot...
Temkia unisurbi poste okta ora, mis es pas dona bi organ pro foto e respira. Portik bitem es pas ober; e kon sefalsip Antropnul, na es sekuen per dekabi ot personel, mis komen pas paso.

After walking two hours...
Mis paso pas intem bi ora.

Captain Nemo had stopped... I saw his men were forming a semi-circle round their chief. Watching attentively, I observed that four of them carried on their shoulders an object of an oblong shape.
Sefalsip Antropnul stop pas. Mi optik pas, na andro tuta ot ili forma unisurbi peri peri sefal ilis. Intem optik atentif, mi obserba pas, na kuadri ilis porta sur epaul objek ot forma oblik.

In the midst of the glade, on a pedestal of rocks roughly piled up, stood a cross of coral...
Medi plas skia, sur leban ot litomulti kolek, surpod pas krus ot koral.

One of the men advanced; and at some feet from the cross he began to dig a hole with a pickaxe... This glade was a cemetery, this hole a tomb, this oblong object the body of the man who had died in the night!
Uni ot andro tuta paso pas a ante; a metripod multine ot krus, ili komen pas eskaba orifis per martelounine. Plas skia na es agrimorta, orifis na plasmorta, objek oblik korpo ot andro, na morta pas intem noktu!

All the friends of him who had loved them, knelt in prayer.
Filo tuta ot ilis, na filo ili, artromero pas in deman santa.

Then the funeral procession returned to the Nautilus...
Poste, grup festi morta pasore pas a sip ”Nautilo”.

As soon as I had changed my clothes I went up on to the platform, and... I sat down... Captain Nemo joined me.
Poste belo mi muta besti, mi paso a formaplan, e kursi pas. Sefalsip Antropnul uni pas mi.

”Your dead sleep quietly, at least, Captain, out of the reach of sharks.”
Mi logo: ”Plasunine, sefalsip, andro morta ot ni dormi trankuil abene skualo.”

”Yes, sir, of sharks and men,” gravely replied the Captain.
Sefalsip respon serius: ”Ia, andro, abene skualo e andro.”

parti 2

1

Conseil... persisted in seeing in the Commander of the Nautilus one of those unknown savants who return mankind contempt for indifference.
Konse stopne pas kones sefal ot sip ”Nautilo” je androsofi konesne, na donre aktofilone a antrop tuta mutakon interesnul.

No; Captain Nemo was not satisfied with shunning man. His formidable apparatus not only suited his instinct of freedom, but perhaps also the design of some terrible retaliation.
Ne; sefalsip Antropnul es pas ne beni per aksepne antrop tuta. Masin fob ot ili es konser kon natur ili peri libere, e je inergoes desin ot bejanse fob.

24th of January, 1868
jur 24 Lunauni, 1868

We were furrowing the waters of the Indian Ocean...
Mis nata pas in idro ot marimaga Indi.

For some days we saw a great number of aquatic birds...
Intem jur multine, mis optik pas ornimulti mari.

As to the fish, they always provoked our admiration when we surprised the secrets of their aquatic life through the open panels.
Peri pisi tuta, ilis ormon pas jurtuta ador ot mis, temkia mis kaus surpris a ili in sekret ot bio mari per bi portiklatera ober.

From the 21st to the 23rd of January the Nautilus went at the rate of two hundred and fifty leagues in twenty-four hours, being five hundred and forty miles, or twenty-two miles an hour.
Ot jur 21 a 23 ot Lunauni, sip ”Nautilo” nata pas per metri ot belo bisentikuintideka metriarme intem bidekakuadri ora, na es kuintisentikuadrideka milpaso, o bidekabi milpaso per ora.

We observed Keeling Island...
Mis optik pas nesia Kilin.

25th of January
jur 25 Lunauni

The ocean was entirely deserted...
Mari es pas komplene komple.

26th of January
jur 26 Lunauni

We cut the equator at the eighty-second meridian and entered the northern hemisphere.
Mis dia pas ekuator a metrilonga oktadekabi degre, e paso a unisurbigeo antefas.

A formidable troop of sharks accompanied us, terrible creatures...
Grup maga fob ot skualo nata pas latera mis, stofbio fob tele.

27th of January
jur 27 Lunauni

About seven o’clock in the evening, the Nautilus, half-immersed, was sailing in a sea of milk.
Peri sep ora ot noktu, sip ”Nautilo” sub unisurbi fas ot mari, nata pas in mari omo ot lakto.

Conseil could not believe his eyes...
Konse fide pas ne bi optik ot ili.

I explained... ”The whiteness which surprises you is caused only by the presence of myriads of infusoria, a sort of luminous little worm...”
Mi faktokones: ”Krom leuko, na surpris ni, es kaus simple per presen ot grupmulti maga ot klas ot bermi mikro.”

2

28th of February
jur 28 ot Lunabi

When at noon the Nautilus came to the surface of the sea... there was land in sight about eight miles to westward... On taking the bearings, I knew that we were nearing the island of Ceylon...
Temkia medijur, sip ”Nautilo” aribe pas a fas ot mari. Abe pas geo in optik peri okta milpaso a destranefas. Poste kones bi metri, mi kones pas, na mis telene a nesia Selon.

Captain Nemo and his second appeared at this moment...
Sefalsip Antropnul e stratego espresen pas minut na.

The Captain said something to his second, who immediately went out.
Sefalsip logo pas a stratego, na pasoeks suragri.

Then turning to me, said:
Temn a, tem turni a mi, ili logo:

”The Island of Ceylon, noted for its pearl-fisheries. Would you like to visit one of them, M. Aronnax?”
”Nesia Selon es kones akaus agrimulti ot margaret. Desir ni optik uni ot ilis, andro Aronas?”

”Certainly, Captain.”
Mi logo: ”Sekur, sefalsip.”

”By the bye, M. Aronnax you are not afraid of sharks?”
Ili logo: ”Latera, andro Aronas, fob ni skualo?”

”I admit, Captain, that I am not yet very familiar with that kind of fish.”
Mi logo: ”Mi konfes, sefalsip, na mi kones multine peri klas na ot pisi.”

”We are accustomed to them,” replied Captain Nemo, ”and in time you will be too. However, we shall be armed, and on the road we may be able to hunt some of the tribe.
Sefalsip Antropnul respon: ”Mis usa ilis, e poste je ni usa futur. Promulti mis stofarme futur, e, sur rut, mis inergo futur diana ilis.”

Captain Nemo left the saloon.
Sefalsip Antropnul paso pas eks samberkursi.

Conseil and the Canadian entered, quite composed, and even joyous.
Konse e Androkanada pasoin pas, trankuil tele e beni je.

Conseil, ”The commander of the Nautilus has invited us to visit the magnificent Ceylon fisheries to-morrow...”
Konse logo: ”Sefal ot sip ”Nautilo” deman, na mis bisit agrimulti mari bel ot nesia Selon saftra.”

”He said nothing more?”
”Ili logo pas nul plus?”

”Sir,” said Conseil, “would you give us some details of the pearl fishery?”
Konse logo: ”Andro, pro fabor, don ni a mis stofmikro multine peri agri mari ot margaret?”

”By the bye,” said I, trying to take Captain Nemo’s careless tone, ”are you afraid of sharks...?”
Mi logo, tem forseauto usa fono seriusne ot sefalsip Antropnul: ”Latera, fob nis skualo?”

3

The next morning at four o’clock I was awakened by the steward...
Antemedijur sekuen kuadri ora ot masintem, mi es eksdormi per androserbis.

Captain Nemo was awaiting me.
Sefalsip Antropnul espek pas mi.

Captain Nemo conducted me to the central staircase, which led on the platform. Ned and Conseil were already there... Five sailors from the Nautilus, with their oars, waited in the boat...
Sefalsip Antropnul sefal pas mi a skala medi, na sefal a formaplan. Lan e Konse es pas pas na. Kuinti andromari ot sip "Nautilo" kon organsinesip espek pas in siporgansine.

The boat neared Manaar Island, which was rounded to the south.
Siporgansine na telene pas nesia Manar, na es a postefas.

Said Captain Nemo... ”We will now put on our dresses, and begin our walk.”
Sefalsip Antropnul logo: ”Mis porta besti temdis, e komen turis.”

I... began with the help of the sailors to put on my heavy sea-dress. Captain Nemo and my companions were also dressing. None of the Nautilus men were to accompany us on this new excursion.
Mi komen pas abe besti mari gram kon asista ot andromari tuta. Je sefalsip Antropnul e bi androkon mi besti pas. Antropnul ot andro ot sip ”Nautilo” inergo pas ne kon mis intem turis neo na.

”And our arms?” asked I...
Mi deman: ”E stofarme mis?”

Ili logo: ”Guns! What for? Do not mountaineers attack the bear with a dagger in their hand, and is not steel surer than lead? Here is a strong blade; put it in your belt...”
”Fusil! Pro kia? Atak ne andromonta ursi kon organtomi in mani, e es ne fekarbon sekur plus je metalpab? Dis es organtomi forse; plas ili in jon!”

I looked at my companions; they were armed like us, and, more than that, Ned Land was brandishing an enormous harpoon...
Mi optik pas bi androkon; ilis abe pas stofarme omo mis, e, plus je na, Lan abe lanse maga tele.

Over our feet... rose shoals of fish.
Grupmulti ot pisi leban pas sur pod mis.

To the fine sand succeeded a perfect causeway of boulders, covered with a carpet of molluscs...
Samo dus es pas sekuen per rut komple ot litomulti maga; na es kober per moluskamulti.

At about seven o’clock we found ourselves at last surveying the oyster-banks on which the pearl-oysters are reproduced by millions.
Temkia fini peri sep ora ot masintem, mis eureka pas, na mis obserba grupmulti, sur na es ostremargaret per milionmulti.

About five yards from me a shadow appeared, and sank to the ground.
Peri kuinti metribrak ot mi, skia espresen, e nata pas a geo.

It was a man, a living man, an Indian, a fisherman, a poor devil who, I suppose, had come to glean before the harvest. I could see the bottom of his canoe anchored some feet above his head. He dived and went up successively.
Ili es pas andro, andro bio, androindi, andropisi plutone, na, mi dibina pas, aribe pas pro eureka margaret multine ante kolek komon. Mi inergo pas optik sip ili metripod multine sur sefal. Ili bapti pas e lebanre tem multine.

Suddenly, as the Indian was on the ground, I saw him make a gesture of terror...
Espekne, temkia androindi es a basi, mi optik pas, na ili presen gesti ot fob.

A gigantic shadow appeared just above the unfortunate diver. It was a shark of enormous size...
Uni skia gigan espresen pas leban sur androbapti bennine. Ili es pas skualo ot metri maga tele.

Its tail, for it struck his chest and stretched him on the ground.
Ura ili batal steto ot androindi, e let ili sur basi.

I saw Captain Nemo rise suddenly, and then, dagger in hand, walk straight to the monster...
Mi optik pas, na sefalsip Antropnul leban espekne, e temna, kon organtomi in mani, paso direk a jo gigan.

The shark’s jaws opened wide, like a pair of factory shears, and it would have been all over with the Captain; but, quick as thought, harpoon in hand, Ned Land rushed towards the shark and struck it with its sharp point.
Bi nato ot skualo ober pas stenone, omo siso maga, e sefalsip es pas probable eksbio; sed, belo tele, Lan kon lanse in mani pres anti skualo, e batal pas ili per pointe tomiben.

The Captain... went straight to the Indian... took him in his arms, and, with a sharp blow of his heel, mounted to the surface.
Sefalsip paso direk a androindi, pris ili in bi brak, e, per batalpod forse per terna, leban pas a fas ot mari.

We all three followed in a few seconds...
Tri mis tuta sekuen pas poste sekun multine.

What was his surprise, his terror even, at seeing four great copper heads leaning over him! And, above all, what must he have thought when Captain Nemo, drawing from the pocket of his dress a bag of pearls, placed it in his hand!
Surpris, je fob, ot ili es pas kia, temkia optik kuadri sefal ot metalku, na oblik sur ili! E surtuta, ili ide pas kia, temkia sefalsip Antropnul tira sako ot margaretmulti eks sakobesti, e plas ili in mani!

We... came in about half an hour to the anchor which held the canoe of the Nautilus...
Mis aribe pas poste unisurbi ora a ankora, na abe sipstofsine ot sip ”Nautilo”.

Captain Nemo’s first word was to the Canadian.
Logo uni ot sefalsip Antropnul es pas a androkanada.

”Thank you, Master Land,” said he.
Ili logo: ”Gras, andro Lan.

”That Indian, sir, is an inhabitant of an oppressed country; and I am still, and shall be, to my last breath, one of them!”
”Androindi na, andro, es androdom ot nasion opres; e mi es temdis e futur uni ot ilis sura respira ultim ot mi.”

4

29th of January
jur 29 Lunauni

The island of Ceylon disappeared under the horizon, and the Nautilus, at a speed of twenty miles an hour...
Nesia Selon ekspresen pas sub limitgeo, e sip ”Nautilo” nata per belo bideka milpaso per ora.

We had made 16,220 miles, or 7,500 (French) leagues from our starting-point in the Japanese Seas.
Mis akto pas 16,220 milpaso o 7,500 metriarme franse ot lokalkomen mis a mari Nipon.

30th January
30 ot Lunauni

The Nautilus went... in the direction of the Sea of Oman, between Arabia and the Indian Peninsula, which serves as an outlet to the Persian Gulf.
Sip ”Nautilo” nata pas a direksion ot mari Oman, inter bi nesiakomplene Arabi e Indi, na es portikeks a bai Persi.

Said the Canadian, ”The Persian Gulf has no outlet: and, if we do go in, it will not be long before we are out again.”
Androkanada logo: ”Bai Persi abe nul portikeks. Si mis nata in ili, es futur tem longane, ante mis nata eks ili.”

”Ah! friend Ned, you are getting tired of this journey under the sea... For my part, I shall be sorry to see the end of a voyage which it is given to so few men to make.”
Mi logo: ”A! filo Lan, ni fatig per turis dis sub mari. A latera mi, mi es futur benine pro optik fini ot turis dis, tak antrop multine inergo akto.”

3rd of February
jur 3 ot Lunabi

We sighted Muscat for an instant, one of the most important towns of the country of Oman.
Mis optik pas urban Muskat intem minut, uni ot urbanmulti balormaga ot nasion Oman.

5th of February
jur 5 ot Lunabi

We at last entered the Gulf of Aden...
Tem fini, mis nata in bai Adan.

6th of February
jur 6 ot Lunabi

The Nautilus floated in sight of Aden...
Sip ”Nautilo” nata in optik ot urban Adan.

I certainly thought that Captain Nemo, arrived at this point, would back out again; but I was mistaken...
Mi ide pas, na sefalsip Antropnul, temkia aribe a lokal na, natare eks na; sed mi eror pas.

7th of February
jur 7 ot Lunabi

We entered the Straits of Bab-el-mandeb, the name of which, in the Arab tongue, means The Gate of Tears... At last about noon, we were in the waters of the Red Sea.
Mis nata in brakmari Portik ot Idrooptik, nam ot na in lingua arabi es Bab-el-mandeb. Tem fini peri medijur, mis es a idro ot mari Ruj.

8th of February
jur 8 ot Lunabi

The Nautilus then approached the African shore... Through the open panels we were allowed to contemplate the beautiful bushes of brilliant coral and large blocks of rock clothed with a splendid fur of green algæ...
Sip ”Nautilo” nata pas a telene a limitmari ot Afrika. Dia bi portiklatera ober, mis inergo pas optik dendromulti mikro e bel ot koral foto, e lokalmulti maga ot lito, na es besti per plantamulti berdi omo kapila bel.

9th of February
jur 9 ot Lunabi

That day at noon, after the bearings were taken, Captain Nemo mounted the platform, where I happened to be...
Medijur ot jur na poste metri ot lokal es kones, sefalsip Antropnul sur pas a formaplan, a na mi es per aribe.

Said I, ”This sea is quoted as one of the worst, and in the time of the ancients...”
Mi logo: ”Mari dis es sita je uni ot benne plasuni in tem ot antroptempaleo.”

”The ancients well understood the utility of a communication between the Red Sea and the Mediterranean for their commercial affairs...
Ili logo: ”Antropmulti ot tempaleo kones pas ben usa ot aktouni inter bi mari Ruj e Medigeo pro stof bisines.”

”This junction between the two seas, which will shorten the road from Cadiz to India, M. Lesseps has succeeded in doing...”
Mi logo: ”Andro Leseps fakto komple aktouni dis, na longane rut ot Kadis a Indi.”

”Unfortunately,” he continued, ”I cannot take you through the Suez Canal; but you will be able to see the long jetty of Port Said after to-morrow, when we shall be in the Mediterranean.
Ili logo plus: ”Benine, mi inergo ne sefal nis dia potamfakto Sues; sed ni inergo futur optik brakgeo longa ot porto Said poste saftra, temkia mis es a mari Medigeo.”

”Does that astonish you?”
Ili logo: ”Surpris na a ni?”

“Well, unless the Nautilus sails on dry land, and passes above the isthmus— ”
Mi logo: ”Ia, si sip ”Nautilo” nata sur geo umidne, e pas futur sur geosteno— ”

”Or beneath it, M. Aronnax.”
Ili logo: ”O sub ili, andro Aronas.”

5

That same evening... the Nautilus floated on the surface of the sea, approaching the Arabian coast.
Intem noktu omo na, sip ”Nautilo” nata pas sur fas ot mari, intem telene limitmari ot Arabi.

Accompanied by Ned and Conseil, I seated myself on the platform.
Intem kon Lan e Konse, mi kursi pas sur formaplan.

”Look well,” said Ned, ”there, on the starboard beam...”
Lan logo: ”Optik ben a na a destrafas!”

It was a gigantic dugong!
Ili es pas dugongi gigan!

Ned Land, clinging to the bows, belaboured the gigantic animal with blows from his harpoon...
Lan, intem abe ante ot sip, atak pas jo gigan per batalmulti ot lanse.

11th February
jur 11 Lunabi

I distinctly saw a high mountain... It was Mount Horeb, that Sinai at the top of which Moses saw God face to face.
Mi optik pas distinge monta leban. Ili es pas monta Oreb kon sur Sinai, a na Mose optik Dio fas a fas.

From eight to nine o’clock the Nautilus remained some fathoms under the water.
Ot okta a nona ora ot noktu, sip ”Nautilo” resta pas sub fas ot mari.

At a quarter-past nine, the vessel having returned to the surface...
Unisurkuadri poste nona, sip lebanre pas a fas ot mari.

Captain Nemo led me towards the central staircase; half way down he opened a door... and landed in the pilot’s cage...
Sefalsip Antropnul sefal pas mi a skala medi; a unisurbi ot skala, ili ober pas portik, e paso in samber ot androdirek.

”Now,” said Captain Nemo, ”let us try to make our passage.”
Sefalsip Antropnul logo: ”Temdis let, na mis akto pas.”

At a quarter-past ten, the Captain himself took the helm. A large gallery, black and deep, opened before us. The Nautilus went boldly into it.
Temkia unisurkuadri poste deka, sefalsip iliauto pris pas organdirek. Orifis maga, negro e profun, ober pas ante mis. Sip ”Nautilo” nata pas brabo in ili.

On the walls of the narrow passage I could see nothing but brilliant rays... under the brilliant electric light.
A mura ot pas steno, mi inergo pas optik nul, kontenne aktimulti foto tele sub foto forse elektrik.

At thirty-five minutes past ten, Captain Nemo quitted the helm, and, turning to me, said:
Temkia tridekakuinti minut poste deka, sefalsip Antropnul let organdirek, e intem turni a mi, logo pas:

”The Mediterranean!”
”Mari Medigeo!”

6

12th of February
jur 12 ot Lunabi

At the dawn of day, the Nautilus rose to the surface. I hastened on to the platform... About seven o’clock Ned and Conseil joined me.
Temkia lebansola, sip ”Nautilo” leban pas a fas ot mari. Mi belo pas a formaplan. Peri sep ora ot masintem, Lan e Konse mitin pas kon mi.

The Canadian looked attentively.
Androkanada optik pas atentif peri mis:

”If you please, let us talk of our own little affair, but so that no one hears us.
”Si a fabor ni, let, na mis logo peri kas ot mis, sed per medisin tak, per na antropnul oto mis.”

”We are in Europe; and before Captain Nemo’s caprices drag us once more to the bottom of the Polar Seas, or lead us into Oceania, I ask to leave the Nautilus.”
Ili logo: ”Mis es a Europa; e ante kak, na sekret ot sefalsip Antropnul tira mis a basi ot mari Antefas, o sefal mis a Oseani, mi deman pro let sip ”Nautilo”.”

I wished in no way to shackle the liberty of my companions, but I certainly felt no desire to leave Captain Nemo.
Mi desir pas kordafe libere ot bi androkon per nul medisin, sed mi senti sekur nul desir pro let sefalsip Antropnul.

”It will come to an end, Ned.”
Mi logo: ”Dis abe futur ultim, Lan.”

Replied the Canadian... ” You speak in the future, ’We shall be there! we shall be here!’ I speak in the present, ’We are here, and we must profit by it.’ ”
Androkanada respon: ”Ni logo per tem futur: ”Mis es futur na! Mis es futur dis!” Mi logo temdis: ”Mis es temdis, e mis obliga gain akaus dis”.”

”Well, Ned, watch for the opportunity; but do not forget that a hitch will ruin us.”
Mi logo: ”Ben, Lan, optik pro aribe ben; sed memorne, na uni eror destruk futur mis.”

14th of February
jur 14 ot Lunabi

That night I found myself alone with him in the saloon.
Temkia noktu, mi es kon sefalsip Antropnul in samberkursi.

In the midst of the waters a man appeared, a diver...
In medi ot idro, uni andro espresen pas, androbapti.

I turned towards Captain Nemo, and in an agitated voice exclaimed:
Mi turni pas a sefalsip Antropnul, e logoleban per fono agita:

”A man shipwrecked! He must be saved at any price!”
”Andro ot sip, na es destruk! Ili obliga es libere per tarif tuta!”

To my great amazement, Captain Nemo signed to him. The diver answered with his hand, mounted immediately to the surface of the water...
A surpris maga ot mi, sefalsip Antropnul gesti pas a ili. Androbapti respon per mani, e leban pas belo a fas ot mari.

Said Captain Nemo... ”He is well known in all the Cyclades. A bold diver!”
Sefalsip Antropnul logo: ”Ili es kones ben a grupnesia Kikladis. Uni androbapti brabo!”

Saying which, Captain Nemo went towards a piece of furniture standing near the left panel of the saloon. Near this piece of furniture, I saw a chest bound with iron...
Intem logo na, sefalsip Antropnul paso pas a stofarbor, na es telene a latera destrane ot samberkursi. Telene a stofarbor, mi optik pas konten arbor, na es klos per kordafe.

The Captain... opened the piece of furniture, a sort of strong box, which held a great many ingots.
Sefalsip ober pas stofarbor, klas ot kontensekur, na abe plin multi tele ot metal.

They were ingots of gold.
Ilis es pas plin ot metalau.

Captain Nemo took the ingots one by one, and arranged them methodically in the chest...
Sefalsip Antropnul pris pas plinmulti uni poste uni, e donorder atentif ilis in konten arbor.

Four men appeared... Then I heard them hoisting it up the iron staircase by means of pulleys.
Kuadri andro espresen pas. Poste mi oto pas, na ilis leban konten in skala metalfe per organleban.

I vainly tried to sleep...
Mi forseauto pas usane pro dormi.

I knew they were unfastening the pinnace and launching it upon the waves.
Mi kones pas, na ilis let sipstofsine libere, e espedi ili sur undula.

The next day
jur sekuen

I related to Conseil and the Canadian the events of the night...
Mi logo pas aribe tuta ot noktu a Konse e androkanada.

I continued my work, but the temperature rose to such a pitch as to be intolerable.
Mi stopne ergo, sed kalor esaribe pas maga tak, pro es ne tolera.

”Could there be fire on board?” I asked myself.
Mi deman miauto: ”Inergo abe igni in sip?”

Captain Nemo entered...
Sefalsip Antropnul pasoin pas:

”I wished to give you a sight of the curious spectacle of a submarine eruption.”
”Mi desir pas don a ni optik distinge ot montaigni sub mari.”

”We can remain no longer in this boiling water,” said I to the Captain.
Mi logo a sefalsip: ”Mis inergo ne resta longa plus in idro ebuli dis.”

A quarter of an hour after we were breathing fresh air on the surface.
Poste unisurkuadri ora, mis respira aer neo sur fas ot mari.

16th of February
jur 16 ot Lunabi

We... quitted the Grecian Archipelago...
Mis let pas grupnesia ot Gres.

7

18th of February
jur 18 ot Lunabi

Starting on the morning of the 16th of February from the shores of Greece, we had crossed the Straits of Gibraltar by sunrise.
Poste komen temkia antemedijur ot jur dekases ot Lunabi eks limitmari ot Gres, mis nata pas dia brakmari Jibraltar ante lebansola.

It was plain to me that this Mediterranean, enclosed in the midst of those countries which he wished to avoid, was distasteful to Captain Nemo... Here he had no longer that independence and that liberty of gait which he had when in the open seas...
Es pas kones a mi, na mari Medigeo na, na es klos a medi inter nasionmulti na, ili desir ebita, es pas desirne a sefalsip Antropnul. Plasna, ili abe pas ne independen e libere peri paso, ili abe pas a mari ober.

It may be well understood that Ned Land, to his great disgust, was obliged to renounce his intended flight.
Es inergoes kones ben, na Lan obliga pas abandon plan peri eskapa, a desirne ot iliauto.

Later we were floating on the Atlantic.
Poste na, mis nata pas in marimaga Atlantik.

8

The Nautilus, leaving the Straits of Gibraltar... returned to the surface of the waves...
Sip ”Nautilo”, poste let brakmari Jibraltar, aribare pas a fas ot undula.

I mounted at once, accompanied by Ned Land and Conseil.
Mi paso pas belo a leban kon Lan e Konse.

I returned to my room, Conseil to his cabin; but the Canadian, with a preoccupied air, followed me.
Mi pasore pas a samber mi, e Konse a samber iliauto; sed androkanada kon karakter ot trankuilne paso pas sekuen mi.

At length his fixed lips parted, and he said, ”It is for to-night.”
Poste longa, bi labia pres unine pas, e ili logo: ”Es futur noktu dis.”

”To-night, at nine o’clock,” said he. “I have warned Conseil.”
Ili logo: ”Noktu dis, temkia nona ora ot masintem. Mi informaante pas Konse.”

The Canadian withdrew, leaving me almost dumb.
Androkanada pasoeks pas, intem let mi abene logo telenetuta.

At a few minutes to nine, I put my ear to the Captain’s door. No noise. I left my room and returned to the saloon...
Temkia minut multine ante nona, mi plas pas uni oto a portik ot samber ot sefalsip. Nul fono. Mi paso eks samber, e a samberkursi.

At this moment the door of the large saloon opened, and Captain Nemo appeared.
Minut na, portik ot samberkursi maga es pas ober, e sefalsip Antropnul espresen pas:

”Ah, sir!... Do you know the history of Spain?
”A, andro! Kones ni istori ot nasion Espana?

”About the end of 1702 they expected a rich convoy which France was escorting with a fleet of twenty-three vessels, commanded by Admiral Chateau-Renaud...
”Peri fini ot anu milsepsentibi ilis ekspek pas grup ot sipmulti pluto, nasion Franse kon grup ot sip bidekatri sefal, intem es sefal per sefalarmemari Sato-Renod.

”The galleons entered Vigo Bay.
”Sipmulti kargo na nata pas in bai Bigo.

”On the 22nd of October, 1702, the English vessels arrived in Vigo Bay... But, seeing that the treasure must fall into the enemy’s hands, he burnt and scuttled every galleon, which went to the bottom with their immense riches.”
”Jur bidekabi ot Lunadeka ot anu milsepsentibi, sipmulti ot nasion Englan nata pas a bai Bigo. Promulti, intem optik, na pluto inergo aribe a mani ot filone, ili igni pas sip kargo tuta, na kon pluto bapti a basi ot mari.”

The saloon was dark, but through the transparent glass the waves were sparkling.
Samberkursi es pas fotone, sed dia kristal ot bi portiklatera, undula tuta optikomo pas abe flasmulti.

Some of the ship’s crew in their diving-dresses were clearing away half-rotten barrels and empty cases from the midst of the blackened wrecks. From these cases and from these barrels escaped ingots of gold and silver, cascades of piastres and jewels... Laden with their precious booty, the men returned to the Nautilus...
Andro multine ot personelsip in bestibapti sine pas silinder e kontenmulti ot arbor nul eks medi ot sipmulti negro per igni. Eks konten e eks silindermulti na rakta pas plinmulti ot metalau e metalarg e kurenmulti ot joelo. Kon kargo ot pluto balor, andromulti na aribere pas a sip ”Nautilo”.

He asked, smiling, ”Can you understand now the source of the millions I am worth?”
Ili deman, intem risisub: ”Inergo temdis ni kones kaus ot milionmulti, na don balor a mi?”

”I understand, Captain. But allow me to tell you that in exploring Vigo Bay you have only been beforehand with a rival society... A society which has received from the Spanish Government the privilege of seeking those buried galleons... I pity them less than the thousands of unfortunates to whom so much riches well-distributed would have been profitable...”
Mi logo: ”Mi kones, sefalsip. Sed permit, na mi logo a ni, na per eureka ot bai Bigo, ni es a loka dis ante uni sosial kurenkon— sosial, na resep pas per goberna ot Espana demandestra peri eureka sipmulti kargo dis? Mi es ne beni plusne pro ilis je pro milmulti antropplutone, a na plutomulti dis per distribu ben es probable gain.”

”Is it for myself alone, according to your idea, that I take the trouble to collect these treasures?... Do you think I am ignorant that there are suffering beings and oppressed races on this earth, miserable creatures to console, victims to avenge?”
Ili logo: ”Es pro miauto uni, konser kon ide ni, na mi pasine peri kolek ot pluto dis? Ide ni, na mi konesne, na es antrop pato e demomulti opres a geo dis, antropmulti, na nesesa benikon, antropmulti esbatal, na nesesa bejanse?”

I then understood for whom those millions were destined which were forwarded by Captain Nemo when the Nautilus was cruising in the waters of Crete.
Temna mi kones pas, pro na milionmulti na es pas don, sefalsip Antropnul espedi pas, temkia sip ”Nautilo” nata in idro ot nesia Kreta.

9

19th of February
jur 19 ot Lunabi

I saw the Canadian enter my room... He looked very disappointed.
Mi optik pas, na androkanada paso in samber mi. Ili optikomo pas optimane.

The course of the Nautilus was S.S.W. We were turning our backs on Europe.
Rut ot sip ”Nautilo” es pas a poste-poste-destranefas. Mis presen pas noto a Europa.

That night, about eleven o’clock, I received a most unexpected visit from Captain Nemo.
Noktu na peri dekauni ora, mi resep pas bisit eskpekne tele ot sefalsip Antropnul:

”You have hitherto only visited the submarine depths by daylight, under the brightness of the sun. Would it suit you to see them in the darkness of the night?”
”Sura dis, ni bisit pas profun ot mari intem foto ot di bine, sub foto ot sola. Desir ni, na ni optik dis intem fotone ot noktu?”

In a few moments we had put on our diving-dresses; they placed on our backs the reservoirs, abundantly filled with air, but no electric lamps were prepared.
Poste minut multine, mis porta pas bi bestibapti; ilis plas pas a noto bi konten kon aer, na es komple per aer, sed nul lampa elektrik es prepara.

The waters were profoundly dark, but Captain Nemo pointed out in the distance a reddish spot, a sort of large light shining brilliantly about two miles from the Nautilus.
Idro es pas fotone profun, sed sefalsip Antropnul per daktil esibit pas a tele uni lokal ruj, foto maga, na foto tele peri bi milpaso ot sip ”Nautilo”.

The soil became stony. Medusae... lit it slightly with their phosphorescent gleam... I could still see the whitish lantern of the Nautilus beginning to pale in the distance.
Geo esaribe pas litomulti mikro. Medusamulti fono pas mikro ili per foto fosfor ilis. Temna mi inergo pas optik, na lampa leuko ot sip ”Nautilo” komen pali a tele.

But the rosy light which guided us increased and lit up the horizon. The presence of this fire under water puzzled me in the highest degree.
Sed foto ruj na, na sefal mis, esaribe maga plus, e foto pas limitgeo. Presen ot igni na sub mari es enigma ot degre leban plasuni a mi.

Our road grew lighter and lighter... But what I saw was simply a reflection, developed by the clearness of the waters.
Rut mis esaribe foto plus e plus. Sed na, na mi optik, es pas reflek simple, na es kaus per karakter kristal ot idro.

We arrived at the first slopes of the mountain; but to gain access to them we must venture through the difficult paths of a vast copse.
Mi aribe pas a komen ot oblik ot monta; sed pro paso sur ili, mis inergo pas komen turis per rut fasilne dia silbi stenone tele.

Yes; a copse of dead trees...
Ia; silbi ot arbormulti morta.

There were vast heaps of stone, amongst which might be traced the vague and shadowy forms of castles and temples...
Es pas grupmulti maga ot lito, inter na mi inergo optik limit e formamulti nefelo e skia ot dommaga e tempe multine.

The mountain was a volcano.
Monta na es pas montaigni.

A large crater was vomiting forth torrents of lava...
Uni orifis maga eme pas kuren multine ot lito likuid.

There indeed under my eyes, ruined, destroyed, lay a town...
Na, sub bi optik mi, berita, urban, na es destruk, kumbe pas.

Captain Nemo stopped me by a gesture, and, picking up a piece of chalk-stone, advanced to a rock of black basalt, and traced the one word:
Sefalsip Antropnul stop pas mi per gesti, e poste pris fragmen ot lito ot kalka, ili paso a lito negro, e graf pas uni logo:

ATLANTIS

10

20th of February
jur 20 ot Lunabi

The species of fishes here did not differ much from those already noticed.
Klasmulti ot pisi na omone pas ne ot ilis, mi optik pas pas.

It was eight o’clock the next day when I entered the saloon. I looked at the manometer. It told me that the Nautilus was floating on the surface of the ocean... I went to the panel. It was open; but, instead of broad daylight, as I expected, I was surrounded by profound darkness.
Es pas okta ora ot di sekuen, temkia mi paso in samberkursi. Mi optik pas metripres. Ili logo pas a mi, na sip ”Nautilo” es sur fas ot marimaga. Mi paso pas a formaplan. Ili es pas ober; sed a plas ot foto ot sola, mi espek pas je, mi es pas peri per fotone profun.

I knew not what to think, when a voice near me said:
Mi kones pas ne, na mi ide kia, temkia fono telene a mi logo:

”Is that you, Professor?”
”Es dis ni, androinstruk?”

Exactly above my head, I seemed to catch an undecided gleam, a kind of twilight filling a circular hole. At this instant the lantern was lit... The Nautilus was stationary, floating near a mountain... Supporting it was a lake imprisoned by a circle of walls...
A leban sur sefal mi, mi optikomo optik foto bitridegre, klas ot foto ot komennoktu, na komple orifis peri. Temna lampa es pas foto. Sip ”Nautilo” es pas sinene, intem es sur lak telene a monta. Lak, na suporta ili, es pas in prison ot peri ot muramulti.

”Where are we?” I asked.
Mi deman: ”Mis es plaskia?”

”In the very heart of an extinct volcano...
Ili logo: ”In kardi ot montaigni, na es eksigni.

”The Nautilus penetrated to this lagoon by a natural canal, which opens about ten yards beneath the surface of the ocean. This is its harbour of refuge, a sure, commodious, and mysterious one...
”Sip ”Nautilo” paso a lak dis dia samber longa natur, na abe ober, na es deka metribrak sub fas ot marimaga. Dis es porta sekur, forse, fasil e sekret.

”It belongs to one of the numerous islands with which this sea is strewn— to vessels a simple sandbank— to us an immense cavern.
”Ili es uni ot nesiamulti, per na mari dis es distribu. A sip tuta, ili optikomo es lokal simple ot samo— a mis samber maga.

”The Nautilus... wants electricity to make it move, and the wherewithal to make the electricity— sodium to feed the elements, coal from which to get the sodium, and a coal-mine to supply the coal... For me they are an inexhaustible mine.”
”Sip ”Nautilo” desir elektrik pro fakto, na ili inergo nata, e stof pro fakto elektrik— metalna pro don alimen a elemenmulti ili, karbon, ot na mis obten metalna, e eskaba pro don karbon. Pro mi, ili es eskaba abene fini.

”If you wish to go over the cavern and make the round of the lagoon, you must take advantage of to-day, M. Aronnax.”
”Si nis desir esamin dia samber, e paso peri lak, nis inergo uti jur dis, andro Aronas.”

Three-quarters of an hour later we had finished our circuitous walk and were on board.
Poste tri unisurkuadri ora, mis fini pasoperi peri, e es pas in sip.

The next day jur sekuen

The Nautilus, having left its port, steered clear of all land at a few yards beneath the waves of the Atlantic.
Sip ”Nautilo”, poste let porto, es direk a tele ot geo tuta, metribrak multine ot fas ot undula ot marimaga Atlantik.

11

That day the Nautilus crossed a singular part of the Atlantic Ocean.
Jur na, sip ”Nautilo” dia pas parti komonne ot marimaga Atlantik.

The Sargasso Sea... Such was the region the Nautilus was now visiting, a perfect meadow, a close carpet of seaweed... And Captain Nemo, not wishing to entangle his screw in this herbaceous mass, kept some yards beneath the surface of the waves.
Mari Sargaso— tak es pas lokal, sip ”Nautilo” bisit, ”geoerbi” komple, tapes dense ot plantamari. E sefalsip Antropnul, na desir ne strepto elis in masa planta na, resta pas metribrak multine sub fas ot undula.

13th of March
13 ot Lunatri

All the day of the 22nd of February we passed in the Sargasso Sea... From this time for nineteen days, from the 23rd of February to the 12th of March, the Nautilus kept in the middle of the Atlantic...
Jur komple bidekabi ot Lunabi, mis pas pas in mari Sargaso. Ot tem na e intem dekanona jur, ot jur 23 Lunabi sura 12 Lunatri, sip ”Nautilo” resta pas a medi ot marimaga Atlantik.

Our navigation continued until the 13th of March; that day the Nautilus was employed in taking soundings... We had then made about 13,000 leagues since our departure from the high seas of the Pacific.
Nata mis stopne sura jur 13 ot Lunatri; jur na, sip ”Nautilo” es pas usa per metri peri profun. Temna mis paso pas peri 13 000 metriarme, poste pasoeks mis ot medi ot marimaga Pasi.

The operation being over, Captain Nemo said, ”Let us go up... Hold well on.”
Temkia ergo es komple, sefalsip Antropnul logo pas: ”Let, na mis pasosur. Sekur ben per mani.”

I was thrown forward on to the carpet... The Nautilus shot into the air like a balloon... after emerging like a flying-fish, fell, making the waves rebound to an enormous height.
Mi es pas bali ante a tapes. Sip ”Nautilo” dansa in aer omo globaer, poste paso eks mari omo pisitero, e katarakta pas, intem kaus, na undula peri sip salta a leban maga tele.

12

14th of March
14 ot Lunatri

During the nights of the 13th and 14th of March, the Nautilus returned to its southerly course.
Intem bi noktu ot jur 13 e 14 ot Lunatri, sip ”Nautilo” aribere pas a rut postefas.

The Canadian... I could see that this lengthened imprisonment was weighing upon him, and I felt that rage was burning within him.
Mi inergo pas optik, na tem longa na ot prison es pro androkanada omo gram, na plus sur ili, e mi senti pas, na nerfo igni in ili.

Conseil and he came to me in my room.
Konse e ili aribe pas a mi in samber mi.

Replied the Canadian... ”How many men are there on board the Nautilus, do you think?”
Androkanada logo: ”Es in sip ”Nautilo” numerkia andro; ni ide kia?”

”Under existing conditions, ten men, at the most, ought to be enough... The air contained in the Nautilus would suffice for 625 men for twenty-four hours.”
Mi logo: ”Konser kon kondision presen, deka masima andro inergo es probable komple. Aer, na es konten in sip ”Nautilo” komple probable pro 625 andro intem bidekakuadri ora.”

We were seated on the platform... The Canadian... signalled a whale on the eastern horizon.
Poste na, mis es kursi sur formaplan. Androkanada gesti uni setase a limitgeo destrafas.

”Ah!” exclaimed Ned Land, ”if I was on board a whaler, now such a meeting would give me pleasure.”
Lan logoleban: ”A! si mi es probable in sipsetase, temdis fasper tak don beni a mi.”

Land had lowered himself through the panel to seek the Captain. A few minutes afterwards the two appeared together on the platform.
Lan lebanne pas dia plas ober pro optikpro sefalsip. Poste minut multine, bi ilis espresen sur formaplan.

”Your traders do a culpable action, Master Land. They have already depopulated the whole of Baffin’s Bay, and are annihilating a class of useful animals.”
Ili logo: ”Androbisinesmulti ni akto eror benne, andro Lan. Ilis nul pas pas setase tuta eks bai komple Bafin, e nul pas klas komple ot jomulti usa.”

Captain Nemo... addressing me, said:
Sefalsip Antropnul logo a mi:

”Do you see, M. Aronnax, about eight miles to leeward, those blackish moving points? Those are cachalots— terrible animals... We have no pity for these ferocious creatures. They are nothing but mouth and teeth.”
”Optik ni, andro Aronas, peri okta milpaso a latera abene benti, pointemulti negro na, na paso? Ilis es kasalot— jo benne. Mis senti nul aktofilo a jo fob tuta dis. Ilis es nul, kontenne buka e denti.”

The Nautilus went under water. Conseil, Ned Land, and I took our places before the window in the saloon, and Captain Nemo joined the pilot in his cage...
Sip ”Nautilo” nata pas sub idro. Konse, Lan e mi surpod pas ante portiklatera in samberkursi, e sefalsip Antropnul kon androdirek in samber ili.

The Nautilus was nothing but a formidable harpoon... For one hour this wholesale massacre continued... The sea was covered with mutilated bodies... The panel opened, and we hurried on to the platform... Captain Nemo joined us.
Sip ”Nautilo” es pas nul, kontenne lanse ben. Intem uni ora komple, eksbio tuta na stopne pas. Mari es pas kober per korpo, na es tomi meta kones. Portik sur es pas ober, e mis pres pas a formaplan. Sefalsip Antropnul fasper pas mis.

”Well, Master Land?” said he.
Ili logo: ”Temdis, andro Lan?”

Replied the Canadian... ”I am a hunter, and I call this a butchery.”
Androkanada respon: ”Mi es androdiana, sed mi apela dis eksbio resonne.”

From that day I noticed with uneasiness that Ned Land’s ill-will towards Captain Nemo increased...
Ot jur na, mi obserba pas kon trankuilne, na benine ot Lan a sefalsip Antropnul plus.

13

The Nautilus was steadily pursuing its southerly course...
Sip ”Nautilo” stopne pas sekuen kuren a postefas.

I saw floating ice... Ned Land, who had fished in the Arctic Seas, was familiar with its icebergs; but Conseil and I admired them for the first time.
Mi optik pas partimulti ot idrojele a fas ot mari. Lan, na pris pas pisimulti a marimaga Polantefas, kones pas montaidrojele na; sed Konse e mi admira pas ilis temkia tem plasuni.

The more we neared the south the more these floating islands increased both in number and importance.
Intem mis aribe a telene plus a postefas, ”nesia” multi na plus pas per numer e per peril.

At 60° lat. every pass had disappeared. But, seeking carefully, Captain Nemo soon found a narrow opening, through which he boldly slipped, knowing, however, that it would close behind him.
A sesdeka degre ot metrilatera, pas tuta ekspresen pas. Sed poste optikpro atentif, sefalsip Antropnul eureka pas belo plasober steno, dia na ili nata, promulti intem kones, na ili klos futur poste ili.

16th of March
16 ot Lunatri

Detonations and falls were heard on all sides, great overthrows of icebergs, which altered the whole landscape...
Mis oto pas fonomulti leban omo fulgur ot katarakta e a latera tuta, turnisub ot montaidrojele, na muta geoperi komple.

However, the ice-fields absolutely blocked our road.
Promulti agrimulti ot idrojele stop pas komple rut mis temkia fini.

18th of March
jur 18 Lunatri

The Nautilus was positively blocked.
Sip ”Nautilo” es pas stop komple.

I was on the platform at that moment. The Captain had been observing our situation for some time past...
Mi es pas sur formaplan temkia minut na. Sefalsip obserba pas kas mis intem tem longa.

”I think that we are caught, Captain.”
Mi logo: ”Mi ide, na mis es pris, sefalsip.”

”It shall go to the pole... Not over it, but under it!
Ili logo: ”Ili paso futur a pol. Sur ili ne, sed sub ili!”

”The only difficulty,” continued Captain Nemo, “is that of remaining several days without renewing our provision of air.”
Sefalsip Antropnul stopne: ”Uni stof fasilne es resta intem jur multine abene neo ot kargo ot aer.”

We all went below. The Nautilus soon descended.
Mis tuta pasosub pas. Sip ”Nautilo” natasub poste belo na.

19th of March
19 ot Lunatri

A shock told me that the Nautilus had struck the bottom of the iceberg... Several times that day the Nautilus tried again...
Uni sok logo pas a mi, na sip ”Nautilo” batal pas basi ot montaidrojele. Tem multine ot jur na, sip ”Nautilo” forseautore.

The door of the saloon opened, and Captain Nemo appeared.
Portik ot samberkursi ober pas, e sefalsip Antropnul espresen pas.

”The sea is open!” was all he said.
Ili logo simple: ”Mari es ober!”

14

I rushed on to the platform.
Mi pres pas sura formaplan.

”Are we at the pole?” I asked the Captain, with a beating heart.
Mi kon kardi batal deman a sefalsip: ”Es mis telene a pol?”

”I do not know,” he replied.
Ili respon: ”Mi kones ne.”

The boat was launched; the Captain, two of his men, bearing instruments, Conseil, and myself were in it.
Sipstofsine es pas espedi; sefalsip, bi andro ili, na porta stofmetri, Konse e miauto es pas in ili.

”Sir,” said I to Captain Nemo, ”to you belongs the honour of first setting foot on this land.”
Mi logo pas a sefalsip Antropnul: ”Sefal, onor, pro plas pod plasuni a geo dis, aparten a ni.”

There thousands of birds fluttered... There were penguins...
Plasna milmulti orni peto pas fonobabel. Es ornipinguinmulti.

20th of March
20 ot Lunatri

There were several kinds of seals...
Abe pas klas multine ot kanimari.

I saw a vast white plain covered with morses.
Mi optik pas agri leuko e stenone, na es kober per kanimarimulti maga.

The boat had run aground, bringing the Captain. I saw him standing on a block of basalt, his instruments near him...
Sipstofsine geo pas, intem porta sefalsip. Mi optik pas ili, intem surpod sur masa ot lito, intem stofmetri es telene a ili.

Captain Nemo returned on board. Conseil and I remained to survey the shore...
Sefalsip Antropnul pasore pas in sip. Konse e mi resta pas pro esamin limitmari.

21st of March
21 ot Lunatri

I saw numerous whales...
Mi optik pas setasemulti.

At a quarter to twelve the sun... looked like a golden disc...
Temkia unisurkuadri ante medijur, sola optikomo disko metalau.

Captain Nemo, resting with his hand on my shoulder, said:
Sefalsip Antropnul, intem resta kon mani sur epaul mi, logo:

”I, Captain Nemo, on this 21st day of March, 1868... take possession of this part of the globe...”
”Mi, sefalsip Antropnul, pris abe ot parti dis ot Geo temkia jur bidekauni dis ot Lunatri ot anu 1868.”

Captain Nemo unfurled a black banner, bearing an ”N” in gold...
Sefalsip Antropnul kurbane pas multiomo negro, na porta litera ”N” per krom metalau.

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22nd of March
22 ot Lunatri

At six in the morning, preparations for departure were begun.
Temkia ses ora ot antemedijur, prepara pro nataeks es pas komen.

Towards night it was already floating under the immense body of the iceberg. At three in the morning I was awakened by a violent shock. I sat up in my bed and listened in the darkness, when I was thrown into the middle of the room. I groped... to the saloon, which was lit... The furniture was upset... Ned Land and Conseil entered.
Longane ante noktu, sip nata sub korpo maga ot montaidrojele. Temkia tri ora ot noktu mi es eksdormi per sok biolen. Mi kursi sur stofdormi, e oto in fotone, temkia mi es bali a medi ot samber. Mi senti pas per mani a samberkursi, na es foto. Stofarbor tuta es pas turnisur. Lan e Konse pasoin pas.

”What does that mean?” I exclaimed.
Mi logoleban: ”Na signifi kia?”

Captain Nemo entered... I said...
Sefalsip Antropnul pasoin pas. Mi logo:

”The Nautilus has stranded?”
”Es stop sip ”Nautilo”?”

”An enormous block of ice, a whole mountain, has turned over,” he replied... ”struck the Nautilus, then, gliding under its hull, raised it with irresistible force...”
Ili respon: ”Uni masa maga tele ot idrojele, monta komple, turnisur, batal sip ”Nautilo”, poste nata sub korpo ot sip, e leban pas ili per forse stopne.”

At this moment who knows if we may not be frightfully crushed between the two glassy surfaces?
Temna antropkia kones, si mis es futur rakta per medisin fob inter bi masa kristal ot idrojele?

Suddenly a slight movement was felt in the hold.
Mis senti pas espekne sine mikro in sip.

”But are we floating?” I asked.
Mi deman: ”Sed es mis sur fas ot idro?”

We were in open sea... The Nautilus was really imprisoned in a perfect tunnel of ice more than twenty yards in breadth...
Mis es pas sur mari ober. Sip ”Nautilo” es pas berita in prison ot idrojele, na es plus ot bideka metribrak inter bi latera.

A shock was felt at the bows of the Nautilus. I knew that its spur had struck a block of ice... This submarine tunnel, obstructed by blocks, was not very easy navigation.
Mis senti pas sok a ante de sip ”Nautilo”. Mi kones pas, na elis batal pas masa ot idrojele. Orifis longa na sub mari, na es stop per masamulti ot idrojele, es pas fasilne pro nata.

I walked from the saloon to the library.
Mi paso pas ot samberkursi a samberbiblo.

”Stay here, my friends,” said I, detaining them. ”Let us remain together until we are out of this block.”
Mi logo, intem kolek bi filo mi: ”Resta dis! Let, na mis resta uni kon omone, sura mis es eks masa dis.”

At this moment the Captain entered the saloon.
Temna sefalsip paso pas in samber:

”The iceberg has shifted and closed every outlet.”
”Montaidrojele muta, e klos pas portikeks tuta.”

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”I am going to run the Nautilus aground on the lower bank, and my men will attack the iceberg on the side that is least thick.”
”Mi kumbe futur sip ”Nautilo” sur geo ot limitmari lebanne, e andro tuta ot mi atak futur montaidrojele dis a latera, na es ne paki.”

”Sir,” replied the Canadian, ”I am ready to do anything for the general safety... Being as handy with the pickaxe as with the harpoon...”
Androkanada respon: ”Andro, mi es prepara pro akto tuta pro sekur komon, intem es usa per martelorakta je per lanse.”

Captain Nemo then sounded the lower surface... The work had begun immediately and carried on with indefatigable energy... Reckoning that it took twelve hours to accomplish this much it would take five nights and four days to bring this enterprise to a satisfactory conclusion.
Temna sefalsip Antropnul proba pas fas leban ot montaidrojele. Ergo es komen suragri, e stopne pas per forse fatigne. Intem numer multikia poste dekabi ora, na nesesa pas pro komple ergo sura tem na, nesesa kuinti noktu e kuadri jur pro komple ergo sura fini.

I told Captain Nemo of this grave complication.
Mi logo pas a sefalsip Antropnul peri problem serius na.

”M. Aronnax, we must attempt some desperate means, or we shall be sealed up in this solidified water as in cement... This congelation of water will help us... Do you not see that by its solidification, it would burst through this field of ice... Would not jets of boiling water, constantly injected by the pumps, raise the temperature in this part...?”
Ili logo: ”Andro Aronas, mis obliga forseauto medisin optimane, o mis es futur klos in idro stereo dis omo in lito. Jele dis ot idro asista futur mis. Kones ne ni, na per esaribe stereo, na ili rakta futur agri dis ot idrojele? Leban futur ne kuren multine ot idro ebuli, na es espedi stopne eks masinsineidro, leban kalor in parti dis?”

Captain Nemo took me to the galleys, where the vast distillatory machines stood that furnished the drinkable water by evaporation. They filled these with water, and all the electric heat from the piles was thrown through the worms bathed in the liquid... It was directed towards the pumps...
Sefalsip Antropnul sefal pas mi a samberkulina, plaskia es masinpuridro multine maga, na don idro bibe per aktobapor. Ilis komple pas masin tuta per idro, e ilis espedi kalor elektrik tuta ot masinelektrik per korda ot metal, na es in idro. Ilis espedi pas idro na a masinsineidro.

March 27th
27 Lunatri

Six yards of ice had been cleared, twelve feet only remaining to be cleared away.
Mis sineeks pas ses metribrak ot idrojele, intem dekabi metripod simple resta pro sineeks.

All the crew came on board... The Nautilus then rested on the bed of ice, which was not one yard thick... I soon heard the humming sound under the hull of the Nautilus. The ice cracked with a singular noise, like tearing paper, and the Nautilous sank.
Personel komple aribe pas in sip. Temna sip ”Nautilo” resta pas sur plan ot idrojele, na es paki uni metribrak. Mi oto pas belo fonoapi sub korpo ot sip ”Nautilo”. Idrojele rakta pas kon fonobabel, omo unine ot paper, e poste sip ”Nautilo” bapti.

”We are off!” murmured Conseil in my ear.
Konse logomikro in oto mi: ”Mis pasoeks!”

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28th of March
28 ot Lunatri

We were alone on the platform.
Mis es uni sur formaplan.

”Ah!” said Conseil, ”how delightful this oxygen is!”
Konse logo: ”A! beni multikia es gaso dis!”

March 31st
31 Lunatri

We were going back to the North by the Atlantic.
Mis pasore pas a antefas per marimaga Atlantik.

April 1st
1 Lunakuadri

We sighted land to the west. It was Terra del Fuego... Towards evening it approached the Falkland group...
Mis optik pas geo a destranefas. Ili es nesia Geo ot Igni... Ante noktu mis paso a telene a grup ot nesia Foklan.

3rd of April
3 Lunakuadri

Shores of Patagonia...
limitmari ot geo Patagoni.

4th of April
4 Lunakuadri

Fifty-six miles off Uraguay... We had then made 1,600 miles since our embarkation in the seas of Japan.
kuintidekases milpaso ot nasion Uruguai. Temna mis gain pas 1 600 milpaso, poste na mis komen a mari Nipon.

9th of April
9 Lunakuadri

We sighted the most easterly point of South America...
Mis optik pas pointe destrafas plasuni ot Amerika Postefas.

11th of April
11 Lunakuadri

Land appeared at the mouth of the Amazon River... The equator was crossed... I made the time pass pleasantly by interesting studies.
Geo espresen pas a buka ot potam Amason. Mis paso pas dia ekuator. Mi pas pas beni tem per studi interes.

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April 16th
16 Lunakuadri

We sighted Martinique and Guadaloupe from a distance of about thirty miles... The Canadian, Conseil, and I had a long conversation... For six months we had been prisoners on board the Nautilus... We could hope nothing from the Captain... He seemed to shun me... The land nearest us was the archipelago of the Bahamas. There rose high submarine cliffs covered with large weeds.
Mis optik pas bi nesia Martinik e Guadalupe ot tele trideka milpaso. Androkanada, Konse e mi logo longa uni kon omone. Intem ses luna, mis es pas androprison in sip ”Nautilo”. Mis senti pas nul optima ot sefalsip. Ili optikomo pas ebita mi. Geo, na es telene plasuni a mis es grupnesia Bamas. Eskapmulti leban, na es kober per plantamulti maga, leban pas eks mari.

”Well,” I said, ”these are proper caverns for poulps...
Mi logo: ”Tak, ilis dis es orifismulti destra pro oktapod.”

”In 1861, to the north-east of Teneriffe, very nearly in the same latitude we are in now, the crew of the despatch-boat Alector perceived a monstrous cuttlefish swimming in the waters... They proposed to name this poulp ’Bouguer’s cuttlefish.’”
Mi logo: ”Intem anu 1861 a ante-destrafas ot Tenerif, telene a metrilatera omo, a na mis es temdis, personel ot sipposta ”Alektor” optik pas oktapod gigan, na nata in mari. Ilis ofer pas nam oktapod na ”Oktapod ot Buger”.”

Rejoined Conseil, ”If this is not Bouguer’s cuttlefish, it is, at least, one of its brothers.”
Konse logo plus: ”Si dis es ne oktapod ot Buger, ili es plasunine uni ot frater ili.”

Ned Land hurried to the window.
Lan pres pas a portiklatera.

I looked in my turn... It was an immense cuttlefish, being eight yards long.
Poste na, mi optik pas. Es oktapod gigan, na abe longa okta metribrak.

Other poulps appeared at the port light.
Oktapodmulti plus espresen in foto a latera destrane.

Suddenly the Nautilus stopped. A shock made it tremble in every plate.
Sip ”Nautilo” stop pas, espekne. Sok tremolo pas ili in parti metal tuta.

The Nautilus was floating, no doubt, but it did not move. A minute passed. Captain Nemo, followed by his lieutenant, entered the drawing-room.
Sip ”Nautilo” es pas a fas ot mari, sekur, sed ili es sinene. Uni minut pas pas. Sefalsip Antropnul, intem stratego sekuen, paso in samberkursi:

”The screw is stopped. I think that the horny jaws of one of the cuttlefish is entangled in the blades.”
”Elis es stop. Mi ide, na rinko kera ot uni oktapod es strepto in elis.”

”What are you going to do?”
Mi logo: ”Ni akto futur kia?”

”Rise to the surface, and slaughter this vermin.”
Ili logo: ”Leban a fas ot mari, e eksbio futur stofdesirne dis.”

Following Captain Nemo, we went towards the central staircase.
Intem sekuen sefalsip Antropnul, mis paso a skala medi.

There, about ten men with boarding-hatchets were ready for the attack... Ned Land seized a harpoon... One of the sailors, posted on the top ladderstep, unscrewed the bolts of the panels... Just as we were pressing one on the other to reach the platform, two other arms, lashing the air, came down on the seaman placed before Captain Nemo, and lifted him up with irresistible power.
Plasna, peri deka andro kon martelounine es pas prepara pro atak. Lan pris pas lanse. Uni andromari presne pas stoffisamulti ot parti ot kober ot sip. Poste belo, intem mis pres pas uni poste omone a formaplan, bi brak ot oktapod, intem mastigo aer, lebanne a andromari, na es ante sefalsip Antropnul, e leban ili per forse stopne.

The crew fought with their axes.
Personel batal pas per martelouninemulti.

The animal ejected a stream of black liquid. We were blinded with it. When the cloud dispersed, the cuttlefish had disappeared, and my unfortunate countryman with it. Ten or twelve poulps now invaded the platform and sides of the Nautilus. We rolled pell-mell into the midst of this nest of serpents...
Jo na bali pas kuren ot likuid negro. Mis es defekoptik per ili. Poste nefelo es pas unine, oktapod na ekspresen pas, e andromari na kon ili. Temna deka o dekabi oktapod paso a formaplan e latera tuta ot sip ”Nautilo”. Mis pres pas atentifne a medi ot plas na ot serpenmulti.

The monsters, vanquished and mutilated, left us at last, and disappeared under the waves. Captain Nemo, covered with blood, nearly exhausted, gazed upon the sea that had swallowed up one of his companions, and great tears gathered in his eyes.
Jo gigan tuta, na es esbatal e tomi tele, nataeks temfini, e ekspresen pas sub undula tuta. Sefalsip Antropnul, intem es kober per emo, e fatig tele, optik pas a mari, na larin pas uni ot filo ili, e idrooptikmulti maga kolek pas in optik ili.

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Captain Nemo entered his room, and I saw him no more for some time... The Nautilus did not keep on in its settled course; it floated about like a corpse at the will of the waves.
Sefalsip Antropnul paso pas in samber ili, e mi optik pas plusne ili intem tem longa. Sip ”Nautilo” abe pas ne rut usa; ili planet pas sur mari omo korpo morta per desir ot undula.

The sea was incessantly ploughed by the steamers that ply between New York or Boston and the Gulf of Mexico... We could hope to be picked up. It was... thirty miles that separated the Nautilus from the coasts of the Union. One unfortunate circumstance thwarted the Canadian’s plans. The weather was very bad.
Mari es pas stopne dia per sipbapormulti, na nata in idro inter urban Iork Neo o Boston e baimaga Mesiko. Mis optima pas probable, na mis es pris futur per ilis. Es pas trideka milpaso, na unine mis ot limitmari ot Nasion Uni ot Amerika. Uni kas benine asistane plan ot androkanada. Klimat es pas benne tele.

”We must speak to the Captain,” said he... ”Before long Nautilus will be by Nova Scotia, and that there near Newfoundland is a large bay, and into that bay the St. Lawrence empties itself, and that the St. Lawrence is my river, the river by Quebec, my native town...”
Ili logo: ”Mis obliga logo a sefalsip. Ante sip ”Nautilo” es futur telene a Skoti Neo, e a na es bai maga telene a nesia Nufonlan, e in bai na, potam Loren Santa kuren, e potam Loren Santa es potam mi, potam a telene a urban Kebek, urbanpater mi.”

”Well, Ned, do you wish me to ask Captain Nemo his intentions concerning us?... Although he has already made them known?”
”Tak, Lan, desir ni, na mi deman a sefalsip Antropnul peri estrem ili peri mis? Benkia ili presen pas pas dis?”

”Yes; I wish it settled finally...”
Ili logo: ”Ia; mi desir, na dis es komple sura fini.”

I knocked at the door. No answer. I knocked again, then turned the handle. The door opened, I went in. The Captain... said roughly, ”You here! What do you want?”
Mi batal pas a portik. Es pas nul respon. Mi batalre pas, poste turni stofober. Mi ober pas portik, mi pasoin pas. Sefalsip logo rigid: ”Ni dis! Ni desir kia?”

”I ask you to-day, in the name of my companions and in my own, if your intention is to keep us here always?”
Mi logo: ”Mi deman a ni jur dis, pro nam ot bi filo mi e pro miauto, si estrem ni es abe mis displas jurtuta?”

”M. Aronnax, I will answer you to-day as I did seven months ago: Whoever enters the Nautilus, must never quit it.”
Ili logo: ”Andro Aronas, mi respon futur a ni jur dis, omo mi respon pas ante sep luna: antrop tuta, na paso in sip ”Nautilo”, let ili temnul.”

”But it is otherwise with Ned Land... Have you thought that love of liberty, hatred of slavery, can give rise to schemes of revenge in a nature like the Canadian’s...?”
Mi logo: ”Promulti es omone kon Lan. Ide pas ni, na aktofilo peri libere, aktofilone peri serbiforse, inergo kaus futur plan peri bejanse in natur, omo na ot androkanada?”

”Let this first time you have come to treat of this subject be the last, for a second time I will not listen to you.”
Ili logo: ”Let, na tem uni dis, temkia ni pas aribe pro logo peri suje dis, es ultim, akaus tem bi, mi oto futur ne ni.”

I retired... I related my conversation to my two companions.
Mi pasoeks pas. Mi logo pas logokon mi a bi filo mi.

”We know now,” said Ned, ”that we can expect nothing from this man. The Nautilus is nearing Long Island. We will escape, whatever the weather may be.”
Lan logo: ”Mis kones temdis, na mis resep futur nul ot andro dis. Sip ”Nautilo” telene temdis a nesia Longa. Mis eskapa futur, desirne klimat dis.”

18th of May
18 Lunakuinti

But the sky became more and more threatening. Symptoms of a hurricane became manifest.
Sed sel esaribe pas menas plus e plus. Signamulti peri bentinesis maga espresen pas.

It was impossible to stand upright in the interior of the Nautilus. Captain Nemo came down about twelve. I heard the reservoirs filling by degrees, and the Nautilous sank slowly beneath the waves... But there, what quiet, what silence, what peace!
Es pas inergone surpod korek in sip ”Nautilo”. Sefalsip Antropnul aribe pas peri dekabi ora ot masintem. Mi oto pas, na kontenmulti ot idro komple mikro poste mikro, e sip ”Nautilo” bapti pas belone sub undula. Sed plas na es pas trankuil tak, fonone tak, pasi tak!

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15th of May
15 Lunakuinti

We were at the extreme south of the Bank of Newfoundland.
Mis es pas a postefas estrem ot limitmari ot nesia Nufonlan.

17th of May
17 Lunakuinti

I saw the electric cable lying on the bottom.
Mi optik pas korda elektrik, na kumbe sur basi ot mari.

The first one was laid in the years 1857 and 1858... In 1863 the engineers constructed an other one... This attempt also failed.
Korda uni es pas kumbe in bi anu 1857 e 1858. Temkia 1863, androteknimulti fakto korda plus. Forseauto dis es pas rakta je.

Another cable was constructed on better principles... 1866. The operation worked well.
Korda plus es pas fakto per medisin ben plus anu 1866. Ergo abe pas frut.

28th of May
28 Lunakuinti

The Nautilus was then not more than 120 miles from Ireland.
Sip ”Nautilo” es temna sura sentibideka milpaso ot nesia Irlan.

Captain Nemo... To my great surprise he made for the south...
Sefalsip Antropnul— a surpris maga ot mi— turni pas a postefas.

30th of May
30 Lunakuinti

The Nautilus passed in sight of Land’s End, between the extreme point of England and the Scilly Isles...
Sip ”Nautilo” pas pas in optik ot plas Fini ot Geo, inter pointe estrem ot nasion Englan e grupnesia Sili.

31st of May
31 Lunakuinti

The Nautilus described a series of circles on the water... It seemed to be seeking a spot it had some trouble in finding.
Sip ”Nautilo” fakto numer ot perimulti sur idro. Ili optikomo optikpro lokal, ot na ili abe fasilne peri eureka.

1st of June
1 ot Lunases

I was on the platform when the altitude was taken, and the Captain pronounced these words: ”It is here.”
Mi es pas sur formaplan, temkia metrigeo es kones, e sefalsip logo dis: ”Ili es plasdis.”

I could recognise the ever-thickening form of a vessel bare of its masts, which must have sunk.
Mi inergo pas optik forma ot sip, na perdi masto tuta e bapti a basi, e na optikomo esaribe maga plus.

I heard Captain Nemo say:
Mi oto pas, na sefalsip Antropnul logo:

”At one time this ship was called the Marseillais. It carried seventy-four guns, and was launched in 1762... Sir, to-day.. the first of June, 1868. It is now seventy-four years ago, day for day on this very spot... that this vessel, after fighting heroically, losing its three masts, with the water in its hold, and the third of its crew disabled, preferred sinking with its 356 sailors to surrendering...”
”Jurbel ante, sip dis es pas nam ”Marse”. Ili porta sepdekakuadri fusil maga, e es pas espedi a mari anu 1762. Andro, jur dis, uni ot Lunases, 1868 es temdis ante sepdekakuadri anu, plaskia korek jur dis a plas dis, sip dis, poste batal pas brabo, e perdi tri masto tuta, kon idro in samberkargo e unisurtri personel trauma, desir bapti a basi ot mari kon trisentikuintidekases andromari in plas ot sesion a filone.”

”The Avenger!” I exclaimed.
Mi logoleban: ”Sip ”Androbejanse”!”

”Yes, sir, the Avenger! A good name!” muttered Captain Nemo, crossing his arms.
Sefalsip Antropnul logo lebanne, intem krus bi brak: ”Ia, andro, sip ”Androbejanse”! Nam ben!”

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The Captain, who, with his hand stretched out to sea, was watching with a glowing eye the glorious wreck... It was no common misanthropy which had shut Captain Nemo and his companions within the Nautilus, but a hatred... Soon a slight rolling told me that we were in the open air. At that moment a dull boom was heard.
Sefalsip, kon mani distribu a mari, optik pas destruk glori per optik foto. Es pas ne ebita komon ot antrop tuta, na klos pas sefalsip Antropnul e filo tuta ot mi in sip ”Nautilo”, sed aktofilone ot bejanse. Sensi ot rotat mikro logo pas a mi, na mis es in aer ober. Minut na, fonobabel maga es pas oto a tele.

I left him and mounted the platform. Conseil and the Canadian were already there.
Mi let ili, e paso pas a leban a formaplan. Konse e androkanada es pas pas a na.

”It was a gunshot,” replied Ned Land.
Lan logo: ”Na es pas ot fusil maga.”

I looked in the direction of the vessel I had already seen. It was nearing the Nautilus, and we could see that it was putting on steam.
Mi optik pas a direksion ot sip, mi optik pas. Ili telene pas a sip ”Nautilo”, e mis inergo pas optik, na ili komen usa bapor plus.

He replied... “I cannot tell what nation she belongs to, for she shows no colours. But I can declare she is a man-of-war...”
Lan logo: ”Mi inergo ne kones nasion, a na ili aparten, akaus ili presen nul multiomo. Sed mi inergo logo, na ili es siparmemari maga.”

Whether English, French, American, or Russian, she would be sure to take us in if we could only reach her.
Si ot Englan, Franse, Amerika o Rusi, ili aksep futur sekur mis, si mis inergo nata simple a ili.

No doubt, on board the Abraham Lincoln, when the Canadian struck it with the harpoon, Commander Farragut had recognised in the supposed narwhal a submarine vessel... And on every sea they were now seeking this engine of destruction. Terrible indeed! if, as we supposed, Captain Nemo employed the Nautilus in works of vengeance. On the night when we were imprisoned in that cell, in the midst of the Indian Ocean, had he not attacked some vessel?
Abene fidene, temkia in sip ”Linkon”, temkia androkanada batal pas setase unikerat per lanse, sefalsip Feragot kones pas klas ot sip submari per ili. E a mari tuta temdis, ilis optikpro masin dis peri destruk. Fob berita! si omo mis ide, sefalsip Antropnul usa sip ”Nautilo” pro ergo peri bejanse. Intem noktu na, temkia mis es prison in samber mikro na in medi ot marimaga Indi, atak pas ne ili klas ot sip?

The shot rattled about us.
Globfusil fonobabel pas peri mis.

Ned Land took his handkerchief to wave in the air... when he was struck down by an iron hand...
Lan pris pas bestirino pro presen ili in aer, temkia ili es pas batal per mani, omo ot metalfe.

”Fool!” exclaimed the Captain, ”do you wish to be pierced by the spur of the Nautilus before it is hurled at this vessel?”
Sefalsip logoleban: ”Andromania! Desir ni, na ni es futur tomidia per pointe ot sip ”Nautilo”, ante ili es bali a sip dis?”

He... said shortly, ”Go down, you and your companions, go down!”
Ili logo nerfo: ”Paso a lebanne, ni e androkon, a lebanne!”

”Sir,” I cried, “are you going to attack this vessel?”
Mi logoleban: ”Sefal, atak futur ni sip dis?”

”Sir, I am going to sink it.”
Ili logo: ”Andro, mi bapti futur ili a basi ot mari.”

About fifteen of the sailors surrounded the Captain, looking with implacable hatred at the vessel nearing them.
Peri dekakuinti andromari es pas peri sefalsip, intem optik kon aktofilone benine a sip, na aribe a ilis.

About four in the afternoon, being no longer able to contain my impatience, I went to the central staircase. The panel was open...
Peri kuadri ora ot postemedijur, intem inergo ne pro konten patolongane, mi paso a skala medi. Portik es pas ober.

Captain Nemo imposed silence, saying:
Sefalsip Antropnul order pas pro fonone, intem logo:

“I am the law, and I am the judge! I am the oppressed, and there is the oppressor! Through him I have lost all that I loved, cherished, and venerated— country, wife, children, father, and mother.”
”Mi es lega, e mi es androjudi! Mi es opres, e androopres es na! Per ili, mi perdi tuta, mi filo pas, e perdi pas geopater, ginegame, bi infan, pater e mater.”

I rejoined Ned and Conseil.
Mi pasore pas a Lan e Konse.

”We will fly!” I exclaimed... ”Whatever it is, it will be sunk before night. In any case, it is better to perish with it, than be made accomplices in a retaliation the justice of which we cannot judge.”
Mi logoleban: ”Mis eskapa! Sip es klas kia, ili es bapti a basi ante medinoktu. Per kas tuta, morta kon ili es ben plus je es androkon kon bejanse anti destra, peri na mis inergo ne judi.”

”That is my opinion too,” said Ned Land, coolly. “Let us wait for night.”
Lan logo trankuil: ”Na es ide mi je. Let, na mis espek noktu.”

Night arrived... Captain Nemo contented himself with allowing his adversary to approach, and then fled once more before it.
Noktu aribe pas. Sefalsip Antropnul es pas beni per let, na filone nata a telene, e temkia eskapa re ante ili.

2nd of June
2 ot Lunases

At five o’clock, the log showed that the speed of the Nautilus was slackening, and I knew that it was allowing them to draw nearer.
Kuinti ora ot masintem, biblojur presen pas, na belo ot sip ”Nautilo” esaribe plusne, e mi kones, na ili let, na ilis nata a telene.

”My friends,” said I, “the moment is come... May God protect us!”
Mi logo: ”Bi filo, minut aribe. Let, na Dio defen mis!”

A well-known hissing noise told me that the water was running into the reservoirs, and in a few minutes the Nautilus was some yards beneath the surface of the waves... It was too late to act.
Fonobabel, mi kones ben, logo pas a mi, na idro kuren in kontenmulti, e poste minut multine, sip ”Nautilo” es pas metribrak multine sub fas ot undula. Es pas postetem multitele, pro mis akto.

The speed of the Nautilus was accelerated... I felt the penetrating power of the steel spur...
Belo ot sip ”Nautilo” es pas plus. Mi sensi pas inergo pasodia ot pointe metalfe.

I rushed from my room into the saloon. Captain Nemo was there... A large mass cast a shadow on the water...
Mi belo pas ot samber mi in samberkursi. Sefalsip Antropnul es in na. Masa maga presen skia sur idro.

The poor creatures were crowding the ratlines, clinging to the masts, struggling under the water... Then the dark mass disappeared, and with it the dead crew...
Andromulti benine pres pas a kordamulti, intem pris masto tuta, e batal sub idro. Poste masa fotone ekspresen pas, e kon ili, personel morta.

Captain Nemo... turned to his room, opened the door, and entered... I saw the portrait of a woman, still young, and two little children. Captain Nemo looked at them for some moments, stretched his arms towards them, and, kneeling down, burst into deep sobs.
Sefalsip Antropnul turni a samber ili, ober portik, e pasoin pas. Mi optik pas pitures kon gine jube e bi infan mikro. Sefalsip Antropnul optik ilis intem minut multine, distribu bi brak a ilis e sur bi artromero komen pas idrooptik ot kardi.

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The Nautilus was flying northward at the rate of twenty-five miles an hour, now on the surface, and now thirty feet below it... Who could tell into what part of the North Atlantic basin the Nautilus (would take us? I estimated (though, perhaps, I may be mistaken)— I estimated this adventurous course of the* Nautilus to have lasted fifteen or twenty days.
Sip ”Nautilo” belo pas a antefas per metri bidekakuinti milpaso per ora, bitritem sur fas ot mari, bitritem trideka metripod sub mari. Antropkia inergo pas kones a parti kia ot marimaga Atlantik antefas, sip ”Nautilo” direk futur mis? Mi dibina pas (benkia mi inergo eror)— mi dibina pas, na kuren brabo na ot sip ”Nautilo” pas dekakuinti o bideka jur.

At six I dined... At half-past six Ned Land came to my room, saying... ”At ten the moon will not be risen. We will profit by the darkness. Come to the boat; Conseil and I will wait for you.”
Temkia ses ora ot masintem, mi temfagnoktu pas. Temkia unisurbi poste ses, Lan aribe pas a samber mi, intem logo: ”Temkia deka ora ot masintem, luna leban futur ne temna. Mis gain futur per fotone. Aribe a sipstofsine; Konse e mi espek futur ni.”

I dressed myself in strong sea clothing. I collected my notes... I heard steps. Captain Nemo was there.
Mi besti pas per besti mari forse. Mi kolek pas grafmulti mi. Mi oto pas paso multine. Sefalsip Antropnul es pas na.

It was then half-past nine.
Es pas unisurbi poste nona ora.

At that moment I heard the distant strains of the organ, a sad harmony...
Minut na, mi oto pas fono ot organmusikpipe a tele, kantik benine.

He was in the saloon, which I must cross to fly... He would see me...
Ili es pas in samberkursi, dia na mi obliga pas paso pro eskapa. Ili optik futur mi.

I reached the door of the saloon, and opened it gently... Captain Nemo was there... I do not think he would have noticed me, so entirely was he absorbed in the ecstasy.
Mi paso a portik ot samberkursi, e ober pas belone ili. Sefalsip Antropnul es pas na. Mi ide, na ili optik futur ne mi, intem ili es absob tak in beni tele ot musik.

A sigh from Captain Nemo nailed me to the spot... He came towards me silently... His breast was swelling with sobs; and I heard him murmur these words (the last which ever struck my ear):
Uni respiralonga ot Sefalsip Antropnul stop pas belo mi. Ili aribe pas fonone a mi. Steto ili es maga per benine akaus idrooptik; e mi oto pas, na ili logo lebanne dis (logo ultim, na aribe in oto mi):

”Almighty God! enough! enough!”
”Dio forsetuta! multitele! multitele!”

I rushed through the library, mounted the central staircase, and, following the upper flight, reached the boat. I crept through the opening, which had already admitted my two companions.
Mi belo dia samberbiblo, paso a leban per skala medi, e tem sekuen parti leban, paso pas a sipstofsine. Mi reptil pas dia ober, dia na bi androkon mi es pas.

”Let us go! let us go!” I exclaimed.
Mi logo leban: ”Let, na mis eskapa! eskapa!”

The Canadian began to loosen the bolts which still held us to the submarine boat.
Androkanada komen pas let stoffisamulti, na fisa mis a sip submari.

Suddenly a noise was heard... Had they discovered our flight?
Mis oto pas espekne fonobabel. Eureka pas ilis eskapa mis?

But one word many times repeated, a dreadful word, revealed the cause of the agitation spreading on board the Nautilus. It was not we the crew were looking after!
Sed ilis logore pas uni logo temmulti, logo fob, na presen kaus ot orderne, na distribu in sip ”Nautilo”. Es pas ne mis, personel optikpro!

”The maelstrom! the maelstrom!” Could a more dreadful word in a more dreadful situation have sounded in our ears! We were then upon the dangerous coast of Norway. Was the Nautilus being drawn into this gulf at the moment our boat was going to leave its sides?
”Kurennesis! kurennesis forse!” Inergo pas logo fob plus temkia kas fob plus fono in oto mis? Prona mis es telene a limitmari peril ot nasion Norue. Es pas sip ”Nautilo” trakta in orifis na, temkia minut sipstofsine es prepara pro let latera ili?

My head struck on a piece of iron, and with the violent shock I lost all consciousness.
Sefal mi batal pas anti parti metalfe, e kon sok biolen, mi perdi pas senti tuta.

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When I returned to consciousness, I was lying in a fisherman’s hut, on the Loffoden Isles. My two companions, safe and sound, were near me holding my hands.
Temkia sensi mi aribare, mi kumbe pas in domi mikro ot andropisi a grupnesia Lofoten. Bi androkon mi, sani, es telene a mi, intem pris bi mani mi.

The means of communication between the north of Norway and the south are rare. And I am therefore obliged to wait for the steamboat running monthly from Cape North.
Medisin ot komunika inter antefas e postefas ot nasion Norue es rare. E prona mi obliga temdis espek sipbapor, na kuren ot pointegeo Antefas temkia uni luna tuta.

I have a right to speak of these seas, under which, in less than ten months, I have crossed 20,000 leagues in that submarine tour of the world...
Mi abe fabor pro logo peri marimulti dis, sub na intem plusne je deka luna, mi nata bidekamil metriarme intem turis ot geo sub mari.

But what has become of the Nautilus? Did it resist the pressure of the maelstrom? Does Captain Nemo still live?
Sed sip ”Nautilo” esaribe pas kia? Anti pas ili pres maga ot kurenrotat? Bio sefalsip Antropnul temdis?

If Captain Nemo still inhabits the ocean, his adopted country, may hatred be appeased in that savage heart!
Si sefalsip Antropnul dom temdis in marimaga, nasionpater, ili selek pas, let, na aktofilone esaribe trankuil in kardi silbi ot ili!

*And to the question asked by Ecclesiastes three thousand years ago, ”That which is far off and exceeding deep, who can find it out?” two men alone of all now living have the right to give an answer— — *
E a deman, biblo Sofi deman pas ante trimil anu: ”Na, na es a tele e profun tele, antropkia inergo kones ili?” bi andro ot antrop tuta, na bio temdis, abe fabor pro respon -

CAPTAIN NEMO AND MYSELF.
SEFALSIP ANTROPNUL E MIAUTO.