Chapter 37 Chapter 37 Human Head!

It is almost impossible for me to describe the series of emotions that agitated Professor Liedenbrock--surprise, doubt, and finally anger.I have never seen a person startled first and then excited again.The fatigue of crossing the sea, the dangers encountered—shall we have to experience these experiences again? 2 Are we going backward instead of moving forward? But the uncle soon got himself under control. "These are the tricks that fate uses to play us!" he cried. "All factors are against us; air, fire, and water combine to stop us! I don't want to step back, we will see who is man and nature?" victory!"

Otto Liedenbrock, irritated and aggressive, stood on the rock like a man, as if defying God.However, I would like to intervene and restrain his stubborn strength. "Listen," I said firmly, "there's a limit to the world's ambitions. We're so poorly equipped to sail. Fifteen hundred miles can't be done with a few broken planks and a blanket as a sail. Get something for a mast, and do it against the wind. We can't sail, we're in the grip of the storm, and it's madman's plan to try to cross the sea!" For about ten minutes I was allowed to pour out this counterargument simply because the professor paid no attention to my words.

"On the raft!" he cried.This was his only answer, and I tried to reason, and pleading and anger were useless; I had to act more firmly than granite. Hannes had just repaired the raft out of fossil wood.The new sails were just hoisted, and the wind was blowing redoubled.This strange man seemed to have understood his uncle's plan. The professor said a few words to him, and he immediately loaded our belongings on the raft, and was at once ready to go.The weather was clear and the wind was blowing from the northwest.what can i doI can't object to two people alone. Hanns seems to be absolutely obedient to the master, so I was about to get on the raft, but at this time my uncle pulled me back with his hands.

"We won't be leaving until tomorrow," he said. I gestured for complete obedience. "I can overlook nothing," said he, "for fate has driven me to this shore, and I will not leave without exploring it." The meaning of this statement is intelligible as long as it is interpreted to mean that if we are back on the north coast, that is not where we started.We think that the port of Grauban must be more to the west.So it's a smart idea to overhaul our new environment. "Shall we just explore?" I said. The distance between the wave and the foot of the mountain is great; it would take half an hour for anyone to reach the foot of the mountain.The soles of our shoes crushed countless shells of all shapes and sizes—the remains of prehistoric animals.I have also seen gigantic shells, sometimes fifty feet wide, of certain ancient beasts of which the present turtle is but a small miniature.Besides, the stones on the ground were round and laid out in rows; so I judged that the sea had once covered the place which it now could not reach.

In order to account for the formation of this ocean, one hundred and twenty miles below the surface, I imagined that there must have once been a gap through which the sea water flowed, and that the gap had been filled up, or else this great hole must have been completely filled with water. seawater.Or these waters have met the heat of the subterranean ground, and have evaporated to a great extent; and this causes the clouds above us and the electrically charged storms we have experienced. I am satisfied when I have developed a theory of this phenomenon which we have seen with our own eyes; of course, however arcane, an explanation can always be derived from the laws of physics.

We walked on this alluvial sediment land, and the professor carefully observed every crack in the stone.Every time a breach was discovered, he would solemnly measure its depth. We walked about a mile along the shore when the rock suddenly changed in appearance.They seem to have been replaced by steeply uplifted formations below, and there are traces of faults in many places. We were advancing with difficulty on the granite boulders mixed with flint, quartz, and alluvial deposits, and suddenly came across a field full of bones, or should I say a plain. It seemed to be a large cemetery, with two thousand The remains of human beings over the years, and have been stretched to the ground level, before disappearing in the clouds.On this land, perhaps three miles square, was written a history of ancient animals.

We are drawn forward by great curiosity.Our feet clattered over the remains of prehistoric behemoths—rare and interesting relics for which our museums are eagerly contending.It must have taken many küffers to put together the skeleton in that great cavern. I was stunned.Uncle raised his long arms towards the dome that seemed to be the sky.He grinned, his eyes glowed behind his spectacles, and his head was bobbing up and down--his whole expression expressed utter amazement.He was faced with a group of priceless treasures, including defenseless beasts, strange beasts, mastodons, prosimids, and pterodactyls, all of which were piled up there for him to admire.Imagine my professor's uncle when an enthusiastic nerd suddenly ran into the famous Alexandrian library that was burned down by Omar and supposedly restored by us miraculously from the ashes.

When he walked through the ashes of the volcano and found a bare head, he cried in trembling tones: "Aksay! Aksay! — a human head!" "Uncle, a head?" I replied.I was as surprised as he was. "Yes, my boy. Oh, Mr. Myrn-Edward! Oh, Mr. de Gattleforge, why don't you come here with me!"

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