From the Earth to the Moon by Verne, Jules

as comfortably as possible.

We might well ask ourselves of what materials are the hearts of

these Americans made, to whom the approach of the most frightful

danger added no pulsation.

Three thick and solidly-made couches had been placed in

the projectile. Nicholl and Barbicane placed them in the

center of the disc forming the floor. There the three

travelers were to stretch themselves some moments before

their departure.

During this time, Ardan, not being able to keep still, turned in

his narrow prison like a wild beast in a cage, chatting with his

friends, speaking to the dogs Diana and Satellite, to whom, as

may be seen, he had given significant names.

“Ah, Diana! Ah, Satellite!” he exclaimed, teasing them; “so you

are going to show the moon-dogs the good habits of the dogs of

the earth! That will do honor to the canine race! If ever we

do come down again, I will bring a cross type of `moon-dogs,’

which will make a stir!”

“If there _are_ dogs in the moon,” said Barbicane.

“There are,” said Michel Ardan, “just as there are horses, cows,

donkeys, and chickens. I bet that we shall find chickens.”

“A hundred dollars we shall find none!” said Nicholl.

“Done, my captain!” replied Ardan, clasping Nicholl’s hand.

“But, by the bye, you have already lost three bets with our

president, as the necessary funds for the enterprise have been

found, as the operation of casting has been successful, and

lastly, as the Columbiad has been loaded without accident, six

thousand dollars.”

“Yes,” replied Nicholl. “Thirty-seven minutes six seconds past ten.”

“It is understood, captain. Well, before another quarter of an

hour you will have to count nine thousand dollars to the

president; four thousand because the Columbiad will not burst,

and five thousand because the projectile will rise more than six

miles in the air.”

“I have the dollars,” replied Nicholl, slapping the pocket of

this coat. “I only ask to be allowed to pay.”

“Come, Nicholl. I see that you are a man of method, which

I could never be; but indeed you have made a series of bets

of very little advantage to yourself, allow me to tell you.”

“And why?” asked Nicholl.

“Because, if you gain the first, the Columbiad will have burst,

and the projectile with it; and Barbicane will no longer be

there to reimburse your dollars.”

“My stake is deposited at the bank in Baltimore,” replied

Barbicane simply; “and if Nicholl is not there, it will go to

his heirs.”

“Ah, you practical men!” exclaimed Michel Ardan; “I admire you

the more for not being able to understand you.”

“Forty-two minutes past ten!” said Nicholl.

“Only five minutes more!” answered Barbicane.

“Yes, five little minutes!” replied Michel Ardan; “and we are

enclosed in a projectile, at the bottom of a gun 900 feet long!

And under this projectile are rammed 400,000 pounds of gun-cotton,

which is equal to 1,600,000 pounds of ordinary powder! And friend

Murchison, with his chronometer in hand, his eye fixed on the

needle, his finger on the electric apparatus, is counting the

seconds preparatory to launching us into interplanetary space.”

“Enough, Michel, enough!” said Barbicane, in a serious voice;

“let us prepare. A few instants alone separate us from an

eventful moment. One clasp of the hand, my friends.”

“Yes,” exclaimed Michel Ardan, more moved than he wished to

appear; and the three bold companions were united in a last embrace.

“God preserve us!” said the religious Barbicane.

Michel Ardan and Nicholl stretched themselves on the couches

placed in the center of the disc.

“Forty-seven minutes past ten!” murmured the captain.

“Twenty seconds more!” Barbicane quickly put out the gas and

lay down by his companions, and the profound silence was only

broken by the ticking of the chronometer marking the seconds.

Suddenly a dreadful shock was felt, and the projectile, under

the force of six billions of litres of gas, developed by the

combustion of pyroxyle, mounted into space.

CHAPTER II

THE FIRST HALF-HOUR

What had happened? What effect had this frightful shock produced?

Had the ingenuity of the constructors of the projectile obtained

any happy result? Had the shock been deadened, thanks to the

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