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Today we'll be continuing 20,000 leagues under the sea by Jules Verne chapter eleven all my electricity, 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.

Here, as in the drawing room, I have them always under my eyes, and they indicate my position and exact direction in the middle of the ocean.

Some are known to you, such as thermometer, which gives the internal temperature of the Nautilus the barometer, which indicates the weight of the air and foretells the changes of the weather the hygrometer, which marks the dryness of the atmosphere the storm glass, the contents of which, by decomposing, announce the approach of tempests the compass, which guides my course the sextant, which shows the latitude by the altitude of the sun chronometers, by which I calculate the longitude and glasses for day and night, which I use to examine the points of the horizon when the nautilus rises to the surface of the waves.

These are the usual nautical instruments, I replied, and I know the use of them.

But these others no doubt answer to the particular requirements of the nautilus.

This dial with the movable needle is a manometer, is it not?

It is actually a manometer, but by communication with the water, whose external pressure it indicates, it gives our depth the same time.

And these other instruments, the use of which I cannot guess.

Here, professor, I ought to give you some explanations.

Will you be kind enough to listen to me?

He was silent for a few moments.

Then he said, there's a powerful agent, obedient, rapid, easy, which conforms to every use and reigns supreme on board my vessel.

Everything is done by means of it.

It lights it warms it, and is the soul of my mechanical apparatus.

This agent is electricity.

Electricity.

I cried in surprise.

Yes, sir.

Nevertheless, captain, you possess an extreme rapidity of movement which does not agree with the power of electricity.

Until now, its dynamic force has remained under restraint and has only been able to produce a small amount of power.

Professor, said Captain Nemo, my electricity is not everybody's.

You know what seawater is composed of?

In a thousand grams are found 96 and a half percent of water, and about two and two thirds percent of chloride and sodium.

Then in a smaller quantity, chlorides of magnesium and of potassium bromide, of magnesium, sulfate of magnesia sulfate and carbonate of lime.

You see?

Then that chloride of sodium forms a large part of it.

So it is this sodium that I extract from seawater and of which I compose my ingredients.

I owe all to the ocean.

It produces electricity, and electricity gives heat, light, motion, and, in a word, life to the nautilus.

But not the air you breathe.

Oh, I could manufacture the air necessary for my consumption, but it is useless because I go up to the surface of the water when I please.

However, if electricity does not furnish me with air to breathe, it works, at least the powerful pumps that are stored in spacious reservoirs and which enable me to prolong at need.

And as long as I will my stay in the depths of the sea, it gives a uniform, an unintermittent light which the sun does not.

Now look at this clock.

It is electrical and goes with the regularity that defies the best chronometers.

I've divided it into 24 hours, like the italian clocks, because for me there's neither night nor day, sun nor moon, but only that facetious light that I take with me to the bottom of the sea.

Look.

Just now it is 10:00 in the morning.

Exactly.

Another application of electricity.

This dial hanging in front of us indicates the speed of the nautilus.

An electric thread puts it in communication with the screw, and the needle indicates the real speed.

Look, now we're spinning.

Along with a uniform speed of 15 miles an hour.

It is marvelous.

And I see, captain, you were right to make use of this agent that takes the place of wind, water and steam.

We have not finished, Monsieur Aranax, said Captain Nemo, rising.

If you will follow me, we will examine the stern of the Nautilus.

Really?

I knew already the interior part of the submarine boat, of which this is the exact division starting from the ship's head.

The dining room, five yards long, separated from the library by a watertight partition.

The library, five yards long.

The drawing room, ten yards long, separated from the captain's room by a second watertight partition.

The said room, five yards in length.

Mine, two and a half yards.

And lastly, a reservoir of air, seven and a half yards, that extended to the boughs.

Total length, 35 yards, or 105ft.

The partitions had doors that were shut hermetically by means of India rubber instruments, and they ensured the safety of the nautilus in case of a leak.

I followed Captain Nemo through the waist and arrived at the center of the boat.

There was a sort of well that opened between two partitions.

An iron ladder fastened with an iron hook to the partition, led to the upper end.

Asked the captain what the ladder was used for.

It leads to the small boat, he said.

What?

You have a boat?

I exclaimed in surprise.

Of course.

An excellent vessel, light and insubmersible, that serves either as a fishing or as a pleasure boat.

But then, when you wish to embark, you're obliged to come to the surface of the water.

Not at all.

This boat is attached to the upper part of the hole of the nautilus and occupies a cavity made for it.

It is decked, quite watertight and held together by solid bolts.

This ladder leads to a manhole made in the hole of the nautilus that corresponds with a similar hole made in the side of the boat.

By this double opening, I get into the small vessel.

They shut the one belonging to the nautilus.

I shut the other by means of screw pressure.

I undo the bolts, and the little boat goes up to the surface of the sea.

With prodigious rapidity.

I then open the panel of the bridge, carefully shut.

Till then, I mast it, hoist my sail, take my oars, and I'm off.

But how do you get back on board?

I do not come back, Monsieur Aranax.

The nautilus comes to me.

By your orders.

By my orders.

An electric thread connects us, I telegraph to it, and that is enough.

Really, I said, astonished at these marvels.

Nothing can be more simple.

After having passed by the cage of the staircase that led to the platform, I saw a cabin, 6ft long, in which conceal and ned land, enchanted with their repast, were devouring it with avidity.

Then a door opened into a kitchen, 9ft long, situated between the large storerooms.

Their electricity, better than gas itself, did all the cooking.

The streams under the furnaces gave out to the sponges of planta, a heat which was regularly kept up and distributed.

They also heated a distilling apparatus, which by evaporation furnished excellent drinkable water.

Near this kitchen was a bathroom, comfortably furnished with hot and cold water taps.

Next to the kitchen was the birthroom of the vessel, 16ft long.

But the door was shut, and I could not see the management of it, which might have given me an idea of the number of men employed on board the nautilus.

At the bottom was a fourth partition that separated this office from the engine room.

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.

This engine room, clearly lighted, did not measure less than 65ft in length.

It was divided into two parts.

The first contained the materials for producing electricity, and the second the machinery that connected it with the screw.

I examined it with great interest in order to understand the machinery of the nautilus.

You see, said the captain, I use Bunsen's contrivances, not Rumcorf's.

Those would not have been powerful enough.

Bunsens are fewer in number, but strong and large, which experience proves to be the best.

The electricity produced passes forward where it works, by electromagnets of great size, on a system of levers and cogwheels that transmit the movement to the axle of the screw.

This one, the diameter of which is 19ft, and the thread 23ft, performs about 120 revolutions in a second, and you get then a speed of 50 miles an hour.

I have seen the nautilus maneuver before the Abraham Lincoln, and I have my own ideas as to its speed.

But this is not enough.

We must see where we go.

We must be able to direct it to the right, to the left, above, below.

How do you get to the great depths, where you find an increasing resistance which is rated by hundreds of atmospheres?

How do you return to the surface of the ocean, and how do you maintain yourselves in the requisite medium?

Am I asking too much?

Not at all, professor, 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.

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