WHEN I opened my eyes I felt the hand of the guide clutching me firmly by the belt.With his other hand he supported my uncle.I was not grievously wounded,but bruised all over in the most remarkable manner.
After a moment I looked around,and found that I was lying down on the slope of a mountain not two yards from a yawning gulf into which Ishould have fallen had I made the slightest false step.Hans had saved me from death,while I rolled insensible on the flanks of the crater.
"Where are we?"dreamily asked my uncle,who literally appeared to be disgusted at having returned to earth.
The eider-down hunter simply shrugged his shoulders as a mark of total ignorance.
"In Iceland?"said I,not positively but interrogatively.
"Nej,"said Hans.
"How do you mean?"cried the Professor;"no-what are your reasons?""Hans is wrong,"said I,rising.
After all the innumerable surprises of this journey,a yet more singular one was reserved to us.I expected to see a cone covered by snow,by extensive and widespread glaciers,in the midst of the arid deserts of the extreme northern regions,beneath the full rays of a polar sky,beyond the highest latitudes.
But contrary to all our expectations,I,my uncle,and the Icelander,were cast upon the slope of a mountain calcined by the burning rays of a sun which was literally baking us with its fires.
I could not believe my eyes,but the actual heat which affected my body allowed me no chance of doubting.We came out of the crater half naked,and the radiant star from which we had asked nothing for two months,was good enough to be prodigal to us of light and warmth-a light and warmth we could easily have dispensed with.
When our eyes were accustomed to the light we had lost sight of so long,I used them to rectify the errors of my imagination.Whatever happened,we should have been at Spitsbergen,and I was in no humor to yield to anything but the most absolute proof.
After some delay,the Professor spoke.
"Hem!"he said,in a hesitating kind of way,"it really does not look like Iceland.""But supposing it were the island of Jan Mayen?"I ventured to observe.
"Not in the least,my boy.This is not one of the volcanoes of the north,with its hills of granite and its crown of snow.""Nevertheless-
"Look,look,my boy,"said the Professor,as dogmatically as usual.
Right above our heads,at a great height,opened the crater of a volcano from which escaped,from one quarter of an hour to the other,with a very loud explosion,a lofty jet of flame mingled with pumice stone,cinders,and lava.I could feel the convulsions of nature in the mountain,which breathed like a huge whale,throwing up from time to time fire and air through its enormous vents.
Below,and floating along a slope of considerable angularity,the stream of eruptive matter spread away to a depth which did not give the volcano a height of three hundred fathoms.
Its base disappeared in a perfect forest of green trees,among which I perceived olives,fig trees,and vines loaded with rich grapes.
Certainly this was not the ordinary aspect of the arctic regions.
About that there could not be the slightest doubt.
When the eye was satisfied at its glimpse of this verdant expanse,it fell upon the waters of a lovely sea or beautiful lake,which made of this enchanted land an island of not many leagues in extent.
On the side of the rising sun was to be seen a little port,crowded with houses,and near which the boats and vessels of peculiar build were floating upon azure waves.
Beyond,groups of islands rose above the liquid plain,so numerous and close together as to resemble a vast beehive.
Towards the setting sun,some distant shores were to be made out on the edge of the horizon.Some presented the appearance of blue mountains of harmonious conformation;upon others,much more distant,there appeared a prodigiously lofty cone,above the summit of which hung dark and heavy clouds.
Towards the north,an immense expanse of water sparkled beneath the solar rays,occasionally allowing the extremity of a mast or the convexity of a sail bellying to the wind,to be seen.
The unexpected character of such a scene added a hundredfold to its marvelous beauties.
"Where can we be?"I asked,speaking in a low and solemn voice.
Hans shut his eyes with an air of indifference,and my uncle looked on without clearly understanding.
"Whatever this mountain may be,"he said,at last,"I must confess it is rather warm.The explosions do not leave off,and I do not think it is worthwhile to have left the interior of a volcano and remain here to receive a huge piece of rock upon one's head.Let us carefully descend the mountain and discover the real state of the case.To confess the truth,I am dying of hunger and thirst."Decidedly the Professor was no longer a truly reflective character.For myself,forgetting all my necessities,ignoring my fatigues and sufferings,I should have remained still for several hours longer-but it was necessary to follow my companions.
The slope of the volcano was very steep and slippery;we slid over piles of ashes,avoiding the streams of hot lava which glided about like fiery serpents.Still,while we were advancing,I spoke with extreme volubility,for my imagination was too full not to explode in words.
