“Yes, but how about the instruments?”
“Here is the aneroid, the most useful of all, and for which I would have given all the others. By means of it I can calculate the depth and know when we have reached the centre; without it we might very likely go beyond, and come out at the antipodes!”
Such high spirits as these were rather too strong.
“But where is the compass?” I asked.
“Here it is, upon this rock, in perfect condition, as well as the thermometers and the chronometer. The hunter is a splendid fellow.”
There was no denying it. We had all our instruments. As for tools and appliances, there they all lay on the ground—ladders, ropes, picks, spades, etc.
Still there was the question of provisions to be settled, and I asked—“How are we off for provisions?”
The boxes containing these were in a line upon the shore, in a perfect state of preservation; for the most part the sea had spared them, and what with biscuits, salt meat, spirits, and salt fish, we might reckon on four months’ supply.
“Four months!” cried the Professor. “We have time to go and to return; and with what is left I will give a grand dinner to my friends at the Johannæum.”
I ought by this time to have been quite accustomed to my uncle’s ways; yet there was always something fresh about him to astonish me.
“Now,” said he, “we will replenish our supply of water with the rain which the storm has left in all these granite basins; therefore we shall have