It will be readily conceived that after an imprisonment of forty-seven days,in a dark and miserable tunnel it was with infinite delight that I breathed this saline air.It was like the genial,reviving influence of the salt sea waves.
My uncle had already got over the first surprise.
With the Latin poet Horace his idea was that-Not to admire is all the art I know,To make man happy and to keep him so.
"Well,"he said,after giving me time thoroughly to appreciate the marvels of this underground sea,"do you feel strong enough to walk up and down?""Certainly,"was my ready answer,"nothing would give me greater pleasure.""Well then,my boy,"he said,lean on my arm,and we will stroll along the beach."I accepted his offer eagerly,and we began to walk along the shores of this extraordinary lake.To our left were abrupt rocks,piled one upon the other-a stupendous titanic pile;down their sides leaped innumerable cascades,which at last,becoming limpid and murmuring streams,were lost in the waters of the lake.Light vapors,which rose here and there,and floated in fleecy clouds from rock to rock,indicated hot springs,which also poured their superfluity into the vast reservoir at our feet.
Among them I recognized our old and faithful stream,the Hansbach,which,lost in that wild basin,seemed as if it had been flowing since the creation of the world.
"We shall miss our excellent friend I remarked,with a deep sigh.
"Bah!"said my uncle testily,"what matters it?That or another,it is all the same."I thought the remark ungrateful,and felt almost inclined to say so;but I forbore.
At this moment my attention was attracted by an unexpected spectacle.After we had gone about five hundred yards,we suddenly turned a steep promontory,and found ourselves close to a lofty forest!It consisted of straight trunks with tufted tops,in shape like parasols.The air seemed to have no effect upon these trees-which in spite of a tolerable breeze remained as still and motionless as if they had been petrified.
I hastened forward.I could find no name for these singular formations.Did they not belong to the two thousand and more known trees-or were we to make the discovery of a new growth?By no means.When we at last reached the forest,and stood beneath the trees,my surprise gave way to admiration.
In truth,I was simply in the presence of a very ordinary product of the earth,of singular and gigantic proportions.My uncle unhesitatingly called them by their real names.
"It is only,"he said,in his coolest manner,"a forest of mushrooms."On close examination I found that he was not mistaken.Judge of the development attained by this product of damp hot soils.I had heard that the Lycoperdon giganteum reaches nine feet in circumference,but here were white mushrooms,nearly forty feet high,and with tops of equal dimensions.They grew in countless thousands-the light could not make its way through their massive substance,and beneath them reigned a gloomy and mystic darkness.
Still I wished to go forward.The cold in the shades of this singular forest was intense.For nearly an hour we wandered about in this visible darkness.At length I left the spot,and once more returned to the shores of the lake,to light and comparative warmth.
But the amazing vegetation of subterraneous land was not confined to gigantic mushrooms.New wonders awaited us at every step.We had not gone many hundred yards,when we came upon a mighty group of other trees with discolored leaves-the common humble trees of Mother Earth,of an exorbitant and phenomenal size:lycopods a hundred feet high;flowering ferns as tall as pines;gigantic grasses!
"Astonishing,magnificent,splendid!"cried my uncle;"here we have before us the whole flora of the second period of the world,that of transition.Behold the humble plants of our gardens,which in the first ages of the world were mighty trees.Look around you,my dear Harry.No botanist ever before gazed on such a sight!"My uncle's enthusiasm,always a little more than was required,was now excusable.
