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<h2> CHAPTER VI. THE CAPTAIN MAKES AN EXPLORATION </h2>
<p>Hector Servadac was not the man to remain long unnerved by any untoward
event. It was part of his character to discover the why and the wherefore
of everything that came under his observation, and he would have faced a
cannon ball the more unflinchingly from understanding the dynamic force by
which it was propelled. Such being his temperament, it may well be
imagined that he was anxious not to remain long in ignorance of the cause
of the phenomena which had been so startling in their consequences.</p>
<p>"We must inquire into this to-morrow," he exclaimed, as darkness fell
suddenly upon him. Then, after a pause, he added: "That is to say, if
there is to be a to-morrow; for if I were to be put to the torture, I
could not tell what has become of the sun."</p>
<p>"May I ask, sir, what we are to do now?" put in Ben Zoof.</p>
<p>"Stay where we are for the present; and when daylight appears—if it
ever does appear—we will explore the coast to the west and south,
and return to the gourbi. If we can find out nothing else, we must at
least discover where we are."</p>
<p>"Meanwhile, sir, may we go to sleep?"</p>
<p>"Certainly, if you like, and if you can."</p>
<p>Nothing loath to avail himself of his master's permission, Ben Zoof
crouched down in an angle of the shore, threw his arms over his eyes, and
very soon slept the sleep of the ignorant, which is often sounder than the
sleep of the just. Overwhelmed by the questions that crowded upon his
brain, Captain Servadac could only wander up and down the shore. Again and
again he asked himself what the catastrophe could portend. Had the towns
of Algiers, Oran, and Mostaganem escaped the inundation? Could he bring
himself to believe that all the inhabitants, his friends, and comrades had
perished; or was it not more probable that the Mediterranean had merely
invaded the region of the mouth of the Shelif? But this supposition did
not in the least explain the other physical disturbances. Another
hypothesis that presented itself to his mind was that the African coast
might have been suddenly transported to the equatorial zone. But although
this might get over the difficulty of the altered altitude of the sun and
the absence of twilight, yet it would neither account for the sun setting
in the east, nor for the length of the day being reduced to six hours.</p>
<p>"We must wait till to-morrow," he repeated; adding, for he had become
distrustful of the future, "that is to say, if to-morrow ever comes."</p>
<p>Although not very learned in astronomy, Servadac was acquainted with the
position of the principal constellations. It was therefore a considerable
disappointment to him that, in consequence of the heavy clouds, not a star
was visible in the firmament. To have ascertained that the pole-star had
become displaced would have been an undeniable proof that the earth was
revolving on a new axis; but not a rift appeared in the lowering clouds,
which seemed to threaten torrents of rain.</p>
<p>It happened that the moon was new on that very day; naturally, therefore,
it would have set at the same time as the sun. What, then, was the
captain's bewilderment when, after he had been walking for about an hour
and a half, he noticed on the western horizon a strong glare that
penetrated even the masses of the clouds.</p>
<p>"The moon in the west!" he cried aloud; but suddenly bethinking himself,
he added: "But no, that cannot be the moon; unless she had shifted very
much nearer the earth, she could never give a light as intense as this."</p>
<p>As he spoke the screen of vapor was illuminated to such a degree that the
whole country was as it were bathed in twilight. "What can this be?"
soliloquized the captain. "It cannot be the sun, for the sun set in the
east only an hour and a half ago. Would that those clouds would disclose
what enormous luminary lies behind them! What a fool I was not to have
learnt more astronomy! Perhaps, after all, I am racking my brain over
something that is quite in the ordinary course of nature."</p>
<p>But, reason as he might, the mysteries of the heavens still remained
impenetrable. For about an hour some luminous body, its disc evidently of
gigantic dimensions, shed its rays upon the upper strata of the clouds;
then, marvelous to relate, instead of obeying the ordinary laws of
celestial mechanism, and descending upon the opposite horizon, it seemed
to retreat farther off, grew dimmer, and vanished.</p>
<p>The darkness that returned to the face of the earth was not more profound
than the gloom which fell upon the captain's soul. Everything was
incomprehensible. The simplest mechanical rules seemed falsified; the
planets had defied the laws of gravitation; the motions of the celestial
spheres were erroneous as those of a watch with a defective mainspring,
and there was reason to fear that the sun would never again shed his
radiance upon the earth.</p>
<p>But these last fears were groundless. In three hours' time, without any
intervening twilight, the morning sun made its appearance in the west, and
day once more had dawned. On consulting his watch, Servadac found that
night had lasted precisely six hours. Ben Zoof, who was unaccustomed to so
brief a period of repose, was still slumbering soundly.</p>
<p>"Come, wake up!" said Servadac, shaking him by the shoulder; "it is time
to start."</p>
<p>"Time to start?" exclaimed Ben Zoof, rubbing his eyes. "I feel as if I had
only just gone to sleep."</p>
<p>"You have slept all night, at any rate," replied the captain; "it has only
been for six hours, but you must make it enough."</p>
<p>"Enough it shall be, sir," was the submissive rejoinder.</p>
<p>"And now," continued Servadac, "we will take the shortest way back to the
gourbi, and see what our horses think about it all."</p>
<p>"They will think that they ought to be groomed," said the orderly.</p>
<p>"Very good; you may groom them and saddle them as quickly as you like. I
want to know what has become of the rest of Algeria: if we cannot get
round by the south to Mostaganem, we must go eastwards to Tenes." And
forthwith they started. Beginning to feel hungry, they had no hesitation
in gathering figs, dates, and oranges from the plantations that formed a
continuous rich and luxuriant orchard along their path. The district was
quite deserted, and they had no reason to fear any legal penalty.</p>
<p>In an hour and a half they reached the gourbi. Everything was just as they
had left it, and it was evident that no one had visited the place during
their absence. All was desolate as the shore they had quitted.</p>
<p>The preparations for the expedition were brief and simple. Ben Zoof
saddled the horses and filled his pouch with biscuits and game; water, he
felt certain, could be obtained in abundance from the numerous affluents
of the Shelif, which, although they had now become tributaries of the
Mediterranean, still meandered through the plain. Captain Servadac mounted
his horse Zephyr, and Ben Zoof simultaneously got astride his mare
Galette, named after the mill of Montmartre. They galloped off in the
direction of the Shelif, and were not long in discovering that the
diminution in the pressure of the atmosphere had precisely the same effect
upon their horses as it had had upon themselves. Their muscular strength
seemed five times as great as hitherto; their hoofs scarcely touched the
ground, and they seemed transformed from ordinary quadrupeds into
veritable hippogriffs. Happily, Servadac and his orderly were fearless
riders; they made no attempt to curb their steeds, but even urged them to
still greater exertions. Twenty minutes sufficed to carry them over the
four or five miles that intervened between the gourbi and the mouth of the
Shelif; then, slackening their speed, they proceeded at a more leisurely
pace to the southeast, along what had once been the right bank of the
river, but which, although it still retained its former characteristics,
was now the boundary of a sea, which extending farther than the limits of
the horizon, must have swallowed up at least a large portion of the
province of Oran. Captain Servadac knew the country well; he had at one
time been engaged upon a trigonometrical survey of the district, and
consequently had an accurate knowledge of its topography. His idea now was
to draw up a report of his investigations: to whom that report should be
delivered was a problem he had yet to solve.</p>
<p>During the four hours of daylight that still remained, the travelers rode
about twenty-one miles from the river mouth. To their vast surprise, they
did not meet a single human being. At nightfall they again encamped in a
slight bend of the shore, at a point which on the previous evening had
faced the mouth of the Mina, one of the left-hand affluents of the Shelif,
but now absorbed into the newly revealed ocean. Ben Zoof made the sleeping
accommodation as comfortable as the circumstances would allow; the horses
were clogged and turned out to feed upon the rich pasture that clothed the
shore, and the night passed without special incident.</p>
<p>At sunrise on the following morning, the 2nd of January, or what,
according to the ordinary calendar, would have been the night of the 1st,
the captain and his orderly remounted their horses, and during the
six-hours' day accomplished a distance of forty-two miles. The right bank
of the river still continued to be the margin of the land, and only in one
spot had its integrity been impaired. This was about twelve miles from the
Mina, and on the site of the annex or suburb of Surkelmittoo. Here a large
portion of the bank had been swept away, and the hamlet, with its eight
hundred inhabitants, had no doubt been swallowed up by the encroaching
waters. It seemed, therefore, more than probable that a similar fate had
overtaken the larger towns beyond the Shelif.</p>
<p>In the evening the explorers encamped, as previously, in a nook of the
shore which here abruptly terminated their new domain, not far from where
they might have expected to find the important village of Memounturroy;
but of this, too, there was now no trace. "I had quite reckoned upon a
supper and a bed at Orleansville to-night," said Servadac, as, full of
despondency, he surveyed the waste of water.</p>
<p>"Quite impossible," replied Ben Zoof, "except you had gone by a boat. But
cheer up, sir, cheer up; we will soon devise some means for getting across
to Mostaganem."</p>
<p>"If, as I hope," rejoined the captain, "we are on a peninsula, we are more
likely to get to Tenes; there we shall hear the news."</p>
<p>"Far more likely to carry the news ourselves," answered Ben Zoof, as he
threw himself down for his night's rest.</p>
<p>Six hours later, only waiting for sunrise, Captain Servadac set himself in
movement again to renew his investigations. At this spot the shore, that
hitherto had been running in a southeasterly direction, turned abruptly to
the north, being no longer formed by the natural bank of the Shelif, but
consisting of an absolutely new coast-line. No land was in sight. Nothing
could be seen of Orleansville, which ought to have been about six miles to
the southwest; and Ben Zoof, who had mounted the highest point of view
attainable, could distinguish sea, and nothing but sea, to the farthest
horizon.</p>
<p>Quitting their encampment and riding on, the bewildered explorers kept
close to the new shore. This, since it had ceased to be formed by the
original river bank, had considerably altered its aspect. Frequent
landslips occurred, and in many places deep chasms rifted the ground;
great gaps furrowed the fields, and trees, half uprooted, overhung the
water, remarkable by the fantastic distortions of their gnarled trunks,
looking as though they had been chopped by a hatchet.</p>
<p>The sinuosities of the coast line, alternately gully and headland, had the
effect of making a devious progress for the travelers, and at sunset,
although they had accomplished more than twenty miles, they had only just
arrived at the foot of the Merdeyah Mountains, which, before the
cataclysm, had formed the extremity of the chain of the Little Atlas. The
ridge, however, had been violently ruptured, and now rose perpendicularly
from the water.</p>
<p>On the following morning Servadac and Ben Zoof traversed one of the
mountain gorges; and next, in order to make a more thorough acquaintance
with the limits and condition of the section of Algerian territory of
which they seemed to be left as the sole occupants, they dismounted, and
proceeded on foot to the summit of one of the highest peaks. From this
elevation they ascertained that from the base of the Merdeyah to the
Mediterranean, a distance of about eighteen miles, a new coast line had
come into existence; no land was visible in any direction; no isthmus
existed to form a connecting link with the territory of Tenes, which had
entirely disappeared. The result was that Captain Servadac was driven to
the irresistible conclusion that the tract of land which he had been
surveying was not, as he had at first imagined, a peninsula; it was
actually an island.</p>
<p>Strictly speaking, this island was quadrilateral, but the sides were so
irregular that it was much more nearly a triangle, the comparison of the
sides exhibiting these proportions: The section of the right bank of the
Shelif, seventy-two miles; the southern boundary from the Shelif to the
chain of the Little Atlas, twenty-one miles; from the Little Atlas to the
Mediterranean, eighteen miles; and sixty miles of the shore of the
Mediterranean itself, making in all an entire circumference of about 171
miles.</p>
<p>"What does it all mean?" exclaimed the captain, every hour growing more
and more bewildered.</p>
<p>"The will of Providence, and we must submit," replied Ben Zoof, calm and
undisturbed. With this reflection, the two men silently descended the
mountain and remounted their horses. Before evening they had reached the
Mediterranean. On their road they failed to discern a vestige of the
little town of Montenotte; like Tenes, of which not so much as a ruined
cottage was visible on the horizon, it seemed to be annihilated.</p>
<p>On the following day, the 6th of January, the two men made a forced march
along the coast of the Mediterranean, which they found less altered than
the captain had at first supposed; but four villages had entirely
disappeared, and the headlands, unable to resist the shock of the
convulsion, had been detached from the mainland.</p>
<p>The circuit of the island had been now completed, and the explorers, after
a period of sixty hours, found themselves once more beside the ruins of
their gourbi. Five days, or what, according to the established order of
things, would have been two days and a half, had been occupied in tracing
the boundaries of their new domain; and they had ascertained beyond a
doubt that they were the sole human inhabitants left upon the island.</p>
<p>"Well, sir, here you are, Governor General of Algeria!" exclaimed Ben
Zoof, as they reached the gourbi.</p>
<p>"With not a soul to govern," gloomily rejoined the captain.</p>
<p>"How so? Do you not reckon me?"</p>
<p>"Pshaw! Ben Zoof, what are you?"</p>
<p>"What am I? Why, I am the population."</p>
<p>The captain deigned no reply, but, muttering some expressions of regret
for the fruitless trouble he had taken about his rondo, betook himself to
rest.</p>
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