“No doubt; even the tempest has put us on the right way. Blessings on that storm! It has brought us back to this coast from which fine weather would have carried us far away. Suppose we had touched with our prow (the prow of a rudder!) the southern shore of the Liedenbrock sea, what would have become of us? We should never have seen the name of Saknussemm, and we should at this moment be imprisoned on a rockbound, impassable coast.”

“Yes, Axel, it is providential that whilst supposing we were steering south we should have just got back north at Cape Saknussemm. I must say that this is astonishing, and that I feel I have no way to explain it.”

“What does that signify, uncle? Our business is not to explain facts, but to use them!”

“Certainly; but⁠—”

“Well, uncle, we are going to resume the northern route, and to pass under the north countries of Europe⁠—under Sweden, Russia, Siberia: who knows where?⁠—instead of burrowing under the deserts of Africa, or perhaps the waves of the Atlantic; and that is all I want to know.”