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    Une Ville Flottante
    Une Ville Flottante
    Une Ville Flottante
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    Une Ville Flottante

    By Jules Verne

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    Roman de science-fiction classique, en français original. Selon Wikipédia: «Jules Gabriel Verne (8 février 1828 - 24 mars 1905) est un auteur français qui a été le pionnier du genre de la science-fiction, notamment des romans comme Voyage au centre de la terre (1864), Vingt mille lieues sous la mer (1870) et autour du monde en quatre-vingts jours (1873) Verne a écrit sur l'espace, l'air et les voyages sous-marins avant que les voyages aériens et les sous-marins pratiques soient inventés. Selon Index Translationum, il est le troisième auteur le plus traduit au monde, certains de ses livres ont été transformés en films ... Verne, avec HG Wells, est souvent surnommé le «père de la science-fiction»

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    PublisherSeltzer Books
    Release dateMar 1, 2018
    ISBN9781455358823
    Une Ville Flottante
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    Jules Verne

    Jules Verne (1828–1905) was a prolific French author whose writing about various innovations and technological advancements laid much of the foundation of modern science fiction. Verne’s love of travel and adventure, including his time spent sailing the seas, inspired several of his short stories and novels.

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    • 4/5
      20,000 Leagues Under the Sea is one of those classic science fiction books that should be on any science fiction fans reading list. Being around so long (Verne originally published the book in 1869), and available in so many versions, translations, and media, can make reviewing the book difficult. Most readers either have read the book, or will want to read it because it is one of the "classics" of the science fiction genre. That caveat being said, here's my review of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. The story opens with reports of strange sightings and damage to ships by an unknown creature. The narrator, Pierre Aronnax, is a professor of the natural sciences and a medical doctor from Paris. While returning from a trip to collect fossils and other specimens from Nebraska he is given a chance to hunt down this mysterious monster aboard the ship, Abraham Lincoln. Aronnax has previously hypothesized that the creature responsible for the encounters is a large form of narwhal. Joining Aronnax on the trip is his servant, Conseil, and a whaler and harpooner, Ned Land. The Abraham Lincoln eventually encounters the supposed monster, and the three men are thrown overboard when the creature rams the ship. They are miraculously rescued when they discover that it was not a creature at all, but a submersible boat. The rest of the novel covers the various adventures and settings that Aronnax and the others discover while being the "guests" of Captain Nemo, the builder of the famed Nautilus. As with most of Verne's works, the story is told in the form of a travelogue, with the story being recounted as if reading from a journal or interview with the narrator - Professor Aronnax. The stories of adventure - traveling under Suez, hunting in a kelp forest, seeking the South Pole and being trapped in ice, and the famous attack of the Nautilus by giant squid - are interspersed with more sedate discussions of the workings of the ship, or the Professor's enthrallment with Captain Nemo. That is quite interesting since Nemo has essentially captured the three men and refuses them to ever leave the Nautilus again. Verne's gift is to create a thrilling adventure and to expound upon the wonders of technology. His description of the Nautilus and its operation is decades ahead of its time. He even describes a practical, and nearly identical to the modern equivalent, SCUBA system for breathing underwater that was about 80 years ahead of its time. Verne does miss the mark with many of his speculations about the natural world. He didn't foresee the theory of plate tectonics, and his description of Antarctica misses the mark. (And I give him creative license to include the fabled Atlantis - it was an adventure story after all.) But that doesn't detract from the adventure story that he is telling.My biggest problem with the story is with the characters. Verne spends so much time recounting the travelogue of Aronnax that the characters are not fleshed out. The only one who seems real is Aronnax himself. His two companions, the forgettable Conseil and the stereotyped Ned Land (who's last name is entirely reflected in his constant desire to flee the Nautilus) are mere window dressings for Aronnax, somebody he can reflect his own ideas upon. But what is really annoying is that we get to know so very little about Captain Nemo himself. A suburb engineer, master of the sea, fearless and stoic in the face of danger, we learn so little about his character. There are many secrets about Nemo that Verne teases the reader with, but we are never shown the answers to them, such as his motivations, the reason he quit the land to forever roam the sea, or his past. That was a disappointment. If you are a fan of science fiction I recommend that you read Verne's classic at some point. Even among his own works I do not consider it to be his best, but it is worth the read to see the early works of the science fiction genre. If you want to listen to the work (like I did) I do highly recommend the version from Tantor Media narrated by Michael Prichard. I am familiar with Prichard's narration from other works and he again delivers a great performance here. (I checked out this version from my local library.)
    • 2/5
      The story showed promise and I can sympathise with Nemo. Unfortunately, the author uses the whole thing as a vehicle to tell the world (or just France; I forget who he's trying to impress) how smart he is. Verne should have read more Wells before trying to write.
    • 4/5
      Another episodic book full of lists! But I didn't enjoy it quite as much as Moby Dick; the lists in that one were at least about a range of different things, but I can only read so many names of fish species before I start to fall asleep. I did mostly enjoy this one, especially because it's science fiction where the sciences that are fictionalised are like... electric motors and submarine construction. The chapter where they argue about whether electricity is as good as steam was particularly entertaining.The manservant Conseil did start to get on my nerves a bit towards the end, around the "if only I didn't have to breathe to leave more air for Master" section.
    • 5/5
      Vernes undersea adventure is an amazing trip that I've taken many times. Although history has proven his vision to be incorrect on many occasions in this yarn, it is still a mesmerizing odyssey. One of my favorite books.
    • 4/5
      I have tried reading this book before and never finished it. I thought that I would sit down, read, and not pick up another book until I finished this one. I now understand why I couldn't finish it the first time.This book was by no means a bad book, in fact it is a wonderful book. The writing was pretty good and the story itself was pretty awesome. I am sure that if I had been able to read it in 1870 or even 1900 then it would have been a mind blower. Unfortunately I have not yet finished constructing my time machine, so here I am in 2007 reading it. What detracted from the story for me was the amount of description.. mainly because I have seen subs, I have seen what lays under the sea, and nothing is new to me (well that's not entirely true). It is quite remarkable that in the time that it was written that Verne would have so much insight though... truly remarkable.
    • 3/5
      a good read
    • 4/5
      I suppose that as an 'abridged just for you' version of a book, I shouldn't have had my expectations up so high. But I did, and while the overall novel was great, I really, really wanted more out of this book. Especially description-wise. It kept cutting out halfway or jumping from item to item so quickly I got minor whiplash. I am unsure if an unabridged version exists, but I hope it finds its way to me at some point.

      However, all that being said, I rather enjoyed the novel. It was fantastic, if a bit brief.
    • 4/5
      An excellent classic. Lots of stuff that I did not remember
      about the book. Captain Nemo was way ahead of his time...
    • 3/5
      An okay read for me. Highly detailed, but those details tended to get a bit long-winded and I found myself getting bored with them after a while. I would have liked a little more insight into the personality of Captain Nemo and exactly what happened to make him shun the world. I felt like that was a very important part that seemed to be missing.
    • 4/5
      This rating is a childhood rating. Hooked me on Science Fiction when I read it.
    • 5/5
      For reasons I cannot now comprehend, I checked this book out of my school library in second grade and read it all through class. Also for reasons I can't explain, I LOVED it. Which is why it has a five star rating, even though in all honest consideration it's probably not that great. I can't even be honest anymore; it's stuck to my memory like a twig between teeth, ever-present and slightly minty tasting. There are some very involved politics here, interesting from an anti-nuclear-war position. I was fascinated with the use of sea life for supplies as a child, and the imagined technology of the submarine has held up surprisingly well. If either of those things interest you, pick this book up. I'd also recommend it for anyone interested in older science-fiction, or for those reading through the Verne canon (of which I think this is the best). Otherwise, well, the five stars aren't as brilliant as they might appear.
    • 5/5
      This book shows the true roots of science fiction. A story so fully of carefully researched facts about the various oceans of the world and the fish and plant life in them that you could almost believe that the nautilus and captain nemo did exist and the wonders they showed our narrator exsisted as well.
      Science fiction is about taking what we know and expanding it just that little bit more into the impossible. Or the one day maybe possible and then seeing what might happen.
      Quiet apart from that this is a story that brings home the massive change in attitude our society has had in regard to the environment and its study. Nemo himself is somewhat of a conservationist "this would be killing for the sake of killing" he tells Ned the harpooner. He kills willingly for food or in his search for revenge but will not be party to senseless destruction.
      We never learn what Nemo actually hopes to achieve or what happens to the nautilus in the end. In many ways I think this would have added to the believability of the story when it was first published.
    • 3/5
      In 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne's 1869 adventure story, a strange creature has appeared in the world's oceans. It looks like a whale, but it is much larger and faster than any whale yet known to science. When international hysteria over the mysterious creature reaches its height, the U.S. sends a warship out to find and destroy it. Professor Pierre Aronnax, a famous French naturalist, is invited to come along and observe. Also on board are Conseil, Aronnax's faithful manservant and classification expert, and Ned Land, an expert harpooner. When they finally do meet the creature, they are astonished to learn that it is not a creature of flesh and blood at all, but a manmade ship that sails under the water. A submarine! Aronnax, Conseil, and Ned are shipwrecked and taken aboard the Nautilus by its enigmatic and brilliant captain who calls himself Nemo (Latin for "no one"). Why has Nemo built this incredible submarine, and what has caused his intense hatred for the powers that reign on dry land? And ? more to the point ? will he ever let his prisoners go?20,000 Leagues Under the Sea begs comparison to Herman Melville's Moby-Dick, and Ray Bradbury's introduction to this edition explores each to illuminate the other (please note there are spoilers for both in this paragraph!). Bradbury says both Melville and Verne are "blasphemers" in their open questioning of God's dispensations. But while Melville is bleakly existential, Verne has a much more practical view of things. If Melville and Verne were building the Tower of Babel, Melville would write poetry about ascending the heavens while Verne would be busy trying to discover the best mixture for the bricks. Ahab goes down dramatically with the Whale to his death; Nemo builds a mechanical whale and plumbs the depths of the oceans to survive. Both stories end in a swirling vortex, but while Ahab's fate is certain, Captain Nemo's is left open.I have to admit I was a bit disappointed with this book. It is evident that Verne did a lot of research for it ? too much at times. In every ocean they visit, Monsieur Aronnax gives us detailed descriptions of the ocean life, telling us what each fish looks like (and whether it is good to eat). This is interesting some of the time, but as it went on and on, my eyes started glazing over. Often the characters ask questions that are obvious lead-ins to info dumps. This is fine to a point, but when it happens in every chapter it gets a bit old. I do see why Verne would go to such lengths (depths?) to describe everything minutely; his readers in 1869 would be thirsty for every word detailing the mysterious underwater realms of the ocean. Maybe it just doesn't work as well with modern readers who have already seen all kinds of underwater exploration footage and pictures. I do have to give Verne credit for thinking up halfway-plausible theories for how his submarine could operate (though several are not at all correct). Verne is a towering figure in the science fiction genre, and it's easy to see why. Despite the slow parts, there are some iconic moments here that I remember from the Great Illustrated Classics edition I read as a child... the shadowy underwater graveyard, the giant squid attack, and the pearl-oyster beds of Ceylon. Verne does not dwell overmuch on the philosophical aspects of the story, but their undertones are very much present, and they come out strongly when someone dies. Gradually we come to see that Nemo is just as much of a fanatic as the more demonstrative Ahab; he really means it when he says he hates the human societies on the dry land. In this book Nemo's nationality and the specific injustices he suffered remain a mystery, though I understand that these are explored in the sequel, The Mysterious Island.This book is thought provoking when read in our context of the modern environmentalist movement. In one place, it sounds like Nemo doesn't care about using nature responsibly; dugongs are becoming quite rare due to overhunting and yet Nemo allows Ned Land to harpoon one in a very offhand manner. But later, when Ned wants to kill some baleen whales, Nemo refuses to allow it because they would not use the meat; it would be for the sheer joy of killing, and those particular whales were already becoming rare. It is fascinating that Verne was so aware of the issues even then, and embodies these two opposing viewpoints through Ned Land and Captain Nemo. Neither, of course, can understand the other.And yet Nemo has no problem killing a group of sperm whales that were going to attack the more benign baleen whales. The carnage is quite graphic. Nemo justifies this by saying that the sperm whales are vicious killers that the world can easily spare. It seems that Nemo equates the vicious sperm whales with a particular nation/political movement, the one that destroyed his family. He sees himself as judgment meted out upon them.And randomly, I was also hugely amused at the brief mention of and explanation for global cooling (yes, you read that right). Interesting how we keep changing our mind on this topic. Maybe in the next century we will determine that the earth's temperature is remaining constant?I can understand why this is a classic, and I am impressed at the breadth of its ideas. Underwater ships, batteries powered by sodium, pressurized diving suits, guns that shoot electric bullets, incredibly inventive ocean cuisine ? all of man's creative forces focused on reaping life from the elements. Man is moving forward, conquering, exploring, classifying, and cataloguing every inch of the globe. But after all its underwater victories over the forces of nature, the Nautilus disappears in a raging whirlpool... or does it? If the Nautilus is a metaphor for scientific progress, there is an interesting parallel here; its implications are still too ambiguous to admit of a neat and tidy conclusion. Every reader will come away with a different perspective.Just a note: I do not recommend the Tantor Media audiobook of this story. I tried to listen to it and had to turn it off because the narrator's voice (which was fine in itself) kept spiking and distorting even at a normal conversational volume level, resulting in a grating fuzziness. This really surprised me because it was recorded in 2003, presumably with decent equipment (?). But it was too annoying to be borne. I have not listened to the audiobook done by Naxos; perhaps it is better.Overall, I would say this is a work I respect because of its landmark position as a classic of science and adventure fiction. But besides Captain Nemo, the characters aren't very compelling, and the long, frequent descriptions of ocean life impede the plot. It left me cold, and I don't think it is a book I will revisit.
    • 5/5
      Awesome book!! I now understand why Verne is considered one of the Masters.One of my favorites in my collection, an old old copy.
    • 5/5
      I first read this book when i was about 12, and now it's all worn out. I love it!
    • 3/5
      At first I thought that the title implied a great depth, but no, 20,000 leagues is how far our adventures sail, submerged in Captain Nemo's early submarine.Verne's dramatic descriptions are spot-on as always, but he does grow tiresome sometimes when he insists on naming every species observed under the sea - down to the genus and everything. This is a classic adventure that remains very much of its time without really sharing anything terribly special, unlike some of his other work - especially "80 Days."
    • 2/5
      The bits without the sea/fish discriptions are quite good. Shame there are so many discriptive passages.
    • 4/5
      How to begin... there are some aspects of this book that were extremely fascinating and the adventure that Jules Verne writes is captivating. What I did not care for were the excessive uses of nautical terms as well as zoological/biological terms used to describe everything in the book. Perhaps it is just more evidence of the dumbing down of society as we no longer describe things in these fashions and makes it difficult for the reader of today to follow. Even with the author's fluent and graceful writing. The thing that most irritated me, was that all my life I've been led to think the Nautilus was attacked by a giant squid when that chapter in the book was described VERY differently! However, I guess I cannot fault the original story for how other interpretations have distorted it. Still, I can see why this book is so timeless and I encourage everyone to give it a read to enjoy the great adventure with mad Captain Nemo under the sea.
    • 3/5
      There are some really good ideas in this book - The ideal of Captain Nemo's freedom, travelling in a wonderful and (at the time when it was written) innovative contraption The Nautilus, exploring the globe and not conforming to society in any way. The story was gripping in places but I had very high expectations of how fantastical this book was going to be, so I was a little bit disappointed at the lack of consistency regarding the excitement rating in the storytelling. Journey To The Centre Of The Earth is much better!
    • 5/5
      I really enjoyed the descriptions
    • 4/5
      Given this tale's reputation, I was expecting a rip-roaring adventure of man against nature, technology versus beast, maybe even a bit of pirate-style swashbuckling excitement. Instead, I got a travelogue - the diary of a scientist classifying life below the ocean. The famed squid that seems to figure so heavily in every retelling of 20,000 Leagues factors into a single chapter out of forty-seven. That being said, I still enjoyed it. I just wish it wasn't so horribly mis-sold (kinda like when someone accustomed to Boris Karloff and Halloween costumes reads the original Frankenstein for the first time. It's still great, it's just...not what you've been told to expect).
    • 4/5
      This is the unabridged version. It was long ? very long! But what language, what grace of phrase! And finally, what drama! I imagine the abridged version leave out the lengthy descriptions of the underwater animals and plants, but I think it was worth reading. I admit that part is tedious. Perhaps my 4 stars are too generous for all I have agonized over the ichthyology, but the ending is so dramatic, it probably skews my rating to more positive.ETA: I just downgraded my star rating for the reasons stated above.
    • 3/5
      ?An interesting enough story to some extent, and an example of early "hard" sci-fi full of ideas and imagination. There are interesting and adventurous events in there, the kind I enjoyed as a lad in things like the X Adventure series by Willard Price. On the other hand, it's a bit of a slog. There are many, many sections where the protagonist simply lists the names of species - rarely saying anything about them, and even more rarely anything interesting, but simply listing them as though that should be interesting in its own right. There are little lectures here and there too, largely dry and unable to rouse my enthusiasm, and I say that as a biologist. On the other hand, I'll admit it's impressive that in 1870 Verne was already railing against the thoughtless havoc wrought on the natural world - and depressing to see how little effect it's had. I really do think, though, that it would have benefited from a kindly editor's hand to cut away some of the word-crust, leaving an interesting and adventurous book behind. As it is, I'm afraid I can't really recommend this book as the adventure story it seems to want to be, but only as a historical artefact for people with an interest in the genre. There are other books now that touch on similar content, lighter on the eye and the hand, and for most people I think they'd be a better option.
    • 4/5
      Probably my biggest take away from this is that one must always watch out for the cult mentality. It's quite lethal.
    • 1/5
      In 2000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne gives way too many details, about every thing; fishes, mollusks, machines, and more. Also, the book has very little excitement and loses your interest after about 5 minutes. I would not suggest this book for a pleasure read unless you are very interested in the sea and all of its inhabitants. However if you have to read it try to read it in small portions spread it out over time so you don?t get too bored.In 2000 Leagues Under the Sea, Professor Arronax goes on the Abraham Lincoln to figure out the mystery behind a sea beast that has recently started appearing all over the world. When the Abraham Lincoln finally finds this creature professor Arronax his faithful servant council and their new friend Ned land a whaler from Canada are knocked off their ship and are left to survive in the mysterious ocean with their fates controlled by the creature they had just been hunting.The only thing interesting in this book is when they actually do something like visit an under water forest of a drowned city. Unfortunately that doesn?t happen much, and you get bored between events. The rest is pointless and boring details that take up over two thirds of the uneventful book.
    • 4/5
      This book intrigued me more than I expect, given the profoundly boring first few pages. Once the narrator finally was aboard the Nautilus, Verne's ability as a science fiction adventure write bloomed. He described dazzling underwater worlds, strange men and animals, and mysteries of the depth with excellent prose. I can see why this is a classic science fiction novel. Recommend for the ocean lover and the nerd alike.
    • 4/5
      ?There's some unknown sea monster and it's destroying ships by gouging giant punture marks in them. Surmise is that it is a giant narwhal type creature and so the US Navy sends a boat out to chase it down. They do indeed find the creature, but it's not flesh and blood, it's a giant electric submarine. In the chase, our narrator, the french professor of biology, his servant and the Canadian harpooner get swept off the small boat and land on the submarine, where they are taken in and treated as captives, at least initially.They meet the ships captain, the enigmatic Captain Nemo and so begins a circumnavigation of the globe by submarine. You could argue that the descriptions of the South Pole and the passage between the Red and Mediterranean seas are quite unrealistic - but this was 50 years before men went to the South pole, and so is nothing more than an amazing flight of fancy. The descriptions of the fish became slightly dull after a while, (seen one & you've seen them all) but the story rolls along. Who Nemo is and what drives him to escape under the sea remains a mystery to me. A good read, and shows a hugely inventive mind at work.
    • 3/5
      This is the classic translation, which suffers from many shortcomings (hence the low rating). You MUST read Miller's translation (usually published in an annotated edition) to have a chance to appreciate Verne's works. The early English translations are slightly more than worthless; they make Verne look like a mediocre writer of juvenile adventure novels. Even with Miller's translation, however, you probably would have to enjoy and appreciate the technical aspects of his work as well to rate that edition (Miller's translation) as high as I have.
    • 4/5
      Fascinating! A wonderful insight into the glories of marine life, and a comprehensive guide to world geography as well as a compelling story. Gratifyingly, it also leaves so many questions unanswered.Of course, everyone is broadly familiar with the story of Captain Nemo and his extraordinary submarine, but the detail that Verne offers is beguiling.The story is recounted by Professor Arronax, a leading marine biologist of the 1860s who had been approached by the US Navy to join their expedition to investigate a spate of sightings of a mysterious body at different sites all around the world. Most of Verne's central characters have an unswervingly loyal manservant and Arronax is no exception - wherever he goes, so goes Conseil.After a long voyage the navy boat does eventually encounter the strange form that has been causing such unrest around the maritime world. A cannon is discharged but the shell merely bounces off its target. In the ensuing melee Professor Arronax and Conseil are swept overboard and find themselves rescued initially by Ned Land, the legendary Canadian harpoonist. However, as they drift on the surface they gradually lose their strength and are on the verge of succumbing to a watery grave when the Nautilus surfaces, and they are gathered in by the crew of Captain Nemo.They are treated for the effects of their ordeal and then taken on a voyage all around the globe. Verne gives the most enticing descriptions of the wonders of the world beneath the waves, and the limitless beauty and undreamt splendour to be encountereed there. Nemo is fours us but distant, and rules his ship with unquestioned ardour, being rewarding with absolute and unquestioning loyalty from his crew, all of whom have turned their backs on life ashore.Arronax comes to respect Nemo but is left astounded by the harshness of many of his views, and with no insight at all into what has driven him to this self-imposed, underwater exile. Once the initial sense of relief at having been rescued, and the ensuing wonder at everything they can see, fades, the thoughts of the three captives turn to escape.I can't imagine how exciting this must have seemed when it was first published - even now it is instantly and comprehensively captivating.
    • 4/5
      Somehow this manages to be quite fascinating, despite the fact that the plot is only touched upon and large sections of the book are nothing more than descriptions of various denizens on the sea. It is hard not to find the narrator's pompous arrogance ridiculous to the point of amusement.

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    Une Ville Flottante - Jules Verne

    UNE VILLE FLOTTANTE PAR JULES VERNE

    1871

    published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA

    established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books

    Books by Jules Verne in the original French:

    20,000 Lieues sous les Mers

    L'Archipel en Feu

    Autour de la Lune

    Aventures du Capitaine Hatteras

    Un Billet de Loterie

    Le Chateau des Carpathes

    Cinq Cents Millions de la Begume

    Cinq Semaines en Ballon

    Le Docteur Ox

    Les Enfants du Capitaine Grant

    Face au Drapeau

    L'Ile Mysterieuse

    Ile a Helice

    Les Indes Noires

    La Jangada, Cent Lieus sur l'Amazon

    Keraban-le-Tetu

    L'Ile a Helice

    La Maison a Vapeur, Voyage a travers l'Inde septentrionale

    Michel Strogoff, de Moscou a Irkoutsk

    Mistress Branican

    Nord Contre Sud

    Le Pays des Fourrures

    Le Pilote du Danube

    Robur Le Conquerant

    Les Tribulations d'un Chinois en Chine

    Le Village Aerien

    Une Ville Flottante

    Voyage au Centre de la Terre

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    Le 18 mars 1867, j'arrivais à Liverpool. Le Great Eastern devait partir quelques jours après pour New York, et je venais prendre passage à son bord. Voyage d'amateur, rien de plus. Une traversée de l'Atlantique sur ce gigantesque bateau me tentait. Par occasion, je comptais visiter le North-Amérique, mais accessoirement. Le Great Eastern d'abord. Le pays célébré par Cooper ensuite. En effet, ce steamship est un chef-d'oeuvre de construction navale. C'est plus qu'un vaisseau, c'est une ville flottante, un morceau de comté, détaché du sol anglais, qui, après avoir traversé la mer, va se souder au continent américain. Je me figurais cette masse énorme emportée sur les flots, sa lutte contre les vents qu'elle défie, son audace devant la mer impuissante, son indifférence à la lame, sa stabilité au milieu de cet élément qui secoue comme des chaloupes les Warriors et les Solférinos. Mais mon imagination s'était arrêtée en deçà. Toutes ces choses, je les vis pendant cette traversée, et bien d'autres encore qui ne sont plus du Domaine maritime. Si le Great Eastern n'est pas seulement une machine nautique, si c'est un microcosme et s'il emporte un monde avec lui, un observateur ne s'étonnera pas d'y rencontrer, comme sur un plus grand théâtre, tous les instincts, tous les ridicules, toutes les passions des hommes.

    En quittant la gare, je me rendis à l'hôtel Adelphi. Le départ du Great Eastern était annoncé pour le 20 mars. Désirant suivre les derniers préparatifs, je fis demander au capitaine Anderson, commandant du steamship, la permission de m'installer immédiatement à bord. Il m'y autorisa fort obligeamment.

    Le lendemain, je descendis vers les bassins qui forment une double lisière de docks sur les rives de la Mersey. Les ponts tournants me permirent d'atteindre le quai de New-Prince, sorte de radeau mobile qui suit les mouvements de la marée. C'est une place d'embarquement pour les nombreux boats qui font le service de Birkenhead, annexe de Liverpool, située sur la rive gauche de la Mersey.

    Cette Mersey, comme la Tamise, n'est qu'une insignifiante rivière, indigne du nom de fleuve, bien qu'elle se jette à la mer. C'est une vaste dépression du sol, remplie d'eau, un véritable trou que sa profondeur rend propre à recevoir des navires du plus fort tonnage. Tel le Great Eastern, auquel la plupart des autres ports du monde sont rigoureusement interdits. Grâce à cette disposition naturelle, ces ruisseaux de la Tamise et de la Mersey ont vu se fonder presque à leur embouchure, deux immenses villes de commerce, Londres et Liverpool; de même et à peu près pour des considérations identiques, Glasgow sur la rivière Clyde.

    À la cale de New-Prince chauffait un tender, petit bateau à vapeur, affecté au service du Great Eastern. Je m'installai sur le pont, déjà encombré d'ouvriers et de manoeuvres qui se rendaient à bord du steamship. Quand sept heures du matin sonnèrent à la tour Victoria, le tender largua ses amarres et suivit à grande vitesse le flot montant de la Mersey.

    À peine avait-il débordé que j'aperçus sur la cale un jeune homme de grande taille, ayant cette physionomie aristocratique qui distingue l'officier anglais. Je crus reconnaître en lui un de mes amis, capitaine à l'armée des Indes, que je n'avais pas vu depuis plusieurs années. Mais je devais me tromper, car le capitaine Mac Elwin ne pouvait avoir quitté Bombay. Je l'aurais su. D'ailleurs Mac Elwin était un garçon gai, insouciant, un joyeux camarade, et celui-ci, s'il offrait à mes yeux les traits de mon ami, semblait triste et comme accablé d'une secrète douleur. Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'eus pas le temps de l'observer avec plus d'attention, car le tender s'éloignait rapidement, et l'impression fondée sur cette ressemblance s'effaça bientôt dans mon esprit.

    Le Great Eastern était mouillé à peu près à trois milles en amont, à la hauteur des premières maisons de Liverpool. Du quai de New-Prince, on ne pouvait l'apercevoir. Ce fut au premier tournant de la rivière que j'entrevis sa masse imposante. On eût dit une sorte d'îlot à demi estompé dans les brumes. Il se présentait par l'avant, ayant évité au flot; mais bientôt le tender prit du tour et le steamship se montra dans toute sa longueur. Il me parut ce qu'il était énorme! Trois ou quatre «charbonniers», accostés à ses flancs, lui versaient par ses sabords percés au-dessus de la ligne de flottaison leur chargement de houille. Près du Great Eastern, ces trois-mâts ressemblaient à des barques. Leurs cheminées n'atteignaient même pas la première ligne des hublots évidés dans sa coque; leurs barres de perroquet ne dépassaient pas ses pavois. Le géant aurait pu hisser ces navires sur son portemanteau en guise de chaloupes à vapeur.

    Cependant le tender s'approchait; il passa sous l'étrave droite du Great Eastern, dont les chaînes se tendaient violemment sous la poussée du flot; puis, le rangeant à bâbord, il stoppa au bas du vaste escalier qui serpentait sur ses flancs. Dans cette position, le pont du tender affleurait seulement la ligne de flottaison du steamship, cette ligne qu'il devait atteindre en pleine charge, et qui émergeait encore de deux mètres.

    Cependant les ouvriers débarquaient en hâte et gravissaient ces nombreux étages de marches qui se terminaient à la coupée du navire. Moi, la tête renversée, le corps rejeté en arrière, comme un touriste qui regarde un édifice élevé, je contemplais les roues du Great Eastern.

    Vues de côté, ces roues paraissaient maigres, émaciées, bien que la longueur de leurs pales fût de quatre mètres; mais, de face, elles avaient un aspect monumental. Leur élégante armature, la disposition du solide moyeu, point d'appui de tout le système, les étrésillons entrecroisés, destinés à maintenir l'écartement de la triple jante, cette auréole de rayons rouges, ce mécanisme à demi perdu dans l'ombre des larges tambours qui coiffaient l'appareil, tout cet ensemble frappait l'esprit et évoquait l'idée de quelque puissance farouche et mystérieuse.

    Avec quelle énergie ces pales de bois, si vigoureusement boulonnées, devaient battre les eaux que le flux brisait en ce moment contre elles! Quels bouillonnements des nappes liquides, quand ce puissant engin les frappait coup sur coup! Quels tonnerres engouffrés dans cette caverne des tambours, lorsque le Great Eastern marchait à toute vapeur sous la poussée de ces roues, mesurant cinquante-trois pieds de diamètre et cent soixante-six pieds de circonférence, pesant quatre-vingt-dix tonneaux et donnant onze tours à la minute!

    Le tender avait débarqué ses passagers. Je mis le pied sur les marches de fer cannelées, et, quelques instants après, je franchissais la coupée du steamship.

    Chapitre 2

     Le pont n'était encore qu'un immense chantier livré à une armée de travailleurs. Je ne pouvais me croire à bord d'un navire. Plusieurs milliers d'hommes, ouvriers, gens de l'équipage, mécaniciens, officiers, manoeuvres, curieux, se croisaient, se coudoyaient sans se gêner, les uns sur le pont, les autres dans les machines, ceux-ci courant les roufles, ceux-là éparpillés à travers la mâture, tous dans un pêle-mêle qui échappe à la description. Ici, des grues volantes enlevaient d'énormes pièces de fonte; là, de lourds madriers étaient hissés à l'aide de treuils à vapeur; au-dessus de la chambre des machines se balançait un cylindre de fer, véritable tronc de métal; à l'avant, les vergues montaient en gémissant le long des mâts de hune; à l'arrière se dressait un échafaudage qui cachait sans doute quelque édifice en construction. On bâtissait, on ajustait, on charpentait, on gréait, on peignait au milieu d'un incomparable désordre.

    Mes bagages avaient été transbordés. Je demandai le capitaine Anderson. Le commandant n'était pas encore arrivé, mais un des stewards se chargea de mon installation et fit transporter mes colis dans une des cabines de l'arrière.

    «Mon ami, lui dis-je, le départ du Great Eastern était annoncé pour le 20 mars, mais il est impossible que tous ces préparatifs soient terminés en vingt-quatre heures. Savez-vous à quelle époque nous pourrons quitter Liverpool?»

    À cet égard, le steward n'était pas plus avancé que moi. Il me laissa seul. Je résolus alors de visiter tous les trous de cette immense fourmilière, et je commençai ma promenade comme eût fait un touriste dans quelque ville inconnue. Une boue noire -- cette boue britannique qui se colle aux pavés des villes anglaises -- couvrait le pont du steamship. Des ruisseaux fétides serpentaient çà et là. On se serait cru dans un des plus mauvais passages d'Upper Thames Street, aux abords du pont de Londres. Je marchai en rasant ces roufles qui s'allongeaient sur l'arrière du navire. Entre eux et les bastingages, de chaque côté, se dessinaient deux larges rues ou plutôt deux boulevards qu'une foule compacte encombrait. J'arrivai ainsi au centre même du bâtiment, entre les tambours réunis par un double système de passerelles.

    Là s'ouvrait le gouffre destiné à contenir les organes de la machine à roues. J'aperçus alors cet admirable engin de locomotion. Une cinquantaine d'ouvriers étaient répartis sur les claires-voies métalliques du bâti de fonte, les uns accrochés aux longs pistons inclinés sous des angles divers, les autres suspendus aux bielles, ceux-ci ajustant l'excentrique, ceux-là boulonnant, au moyen d'énormes clefs, les coussinets des tourillons. Ce tronc de métal qui descendait lentement par l'écoutille, c'était un nouvel arbre de couche destiné à transmettre aux roues le mouvement des bielles. De cet abîme sortait un bruit continu, fait de sons aigres et discordants.

    Après avoir jeté un rapide coup d'oeil sur ces travaux d'ajustage, je repris ma promenade et j'arrivai sur l'avant. Là, des tapissiers achevaient de décorer un assez vaste roufle désigné sous le nom de «smoking room», la chambre à fumer, le véritable estaminet de la ville flottante, magnifique café éclairé par quatorze fenêtres, plafonné blanc et or, et lambrissé de panneaux en citronnier. Puis, après avoir traversé une sorte de petite place triangulaire que formait l'avant du pont, j'atteignis l'étrave qui tombait d'aplomb à la surface des eaux.

    De ce point extrême, me retournant, j'aperçus dans une déchirure des brumes l'arrière du Great Eastern à une distance de plus de deux hectomètres. Ce colosse mérite bien qu'on emploie de tels multiples pour en évaluer les dimensions.

    Je revins en suivant le boulevard de tribord, passant entre les roufles et les pavois, évitant le choc des poulies qui se balançaient dans les airs et le coup de fouet des manoeuvres que la brise cinglait çà et là, me dégageant ici des heurts d'une grue volante, et, plus loin, des scories enflammées qu'une forge lançait comme un bouquet d'artifice. J'apercevais à peine le sommet des mâts, hauts de deux cents pieds, qui se perdaient dans le brouillard, auquel les tenders de service et les «charbonniers» mêlaient leur fumée noire. Après avoir dépassé la grande écoutille de la machine à roues, je remarquai un «petit hôtel» qui s'élevait sur ma gauche, puis la longue façade latérale d'un palais surmonté d'une terrasse dont on fourbissait les garde-fous. Enfin j'atteignis l'arrière du steamship, à l'endroit où s'élevait l'échafaudage que j'ai

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