by Jules Verne I. WHAT HAPPENED IN THE MOUNTAINS If I speak of myself in this story, it is I have been deeply involved in its startling events, events doubtless among the most extraordinary which this twentieth century will witness. Sometimes I even ask myself if all this has really happened, if its pictures dwell in truth in my memory, and not merely in my imagination. In my position as head inspector in the federal police department at Washington, urged on moreover by the desire, which has always been very strong in me, to investigate and understand everything which ...Read More

II. I REACH MORGANTON The twenty-seventh of April, having left Washington the night before, I arrived at Raleigh, the of the State of North Carolina. Two days before, the head of the federal police had called me to his room. He was awaiting me with some impatience. “John Strock,” said he, “are you still the man who on so many occasions has proven to me both his devotion and his ability?” “Mr. Ward,” I answered, with a bow, “I cannot promise success or even ability, but as to devotion, I assure you, it is yours.” “I do not doubt ...Read More

III. THE GREAT EYRIE The next day at dawn, Elias Smith and I left Morganton by a road which, along the left bank of the Catawba River, led to the village of Pleasant Garden. The guides accompanied us, Harry Horn, a man of thirty, and James Bruck, aged twenty-five. They were both natives of the region, and in constant demand among the tourists who climbed the peaks of the Blueridge and Cumberland Mountains. A light wagon with two good horses was provided to carry us to the foot of the range. It contained provisions for two or three days, ...Read More

IV. A MEETING OF THE AUTOMOBILE CLUB Was the mystery of the Great Eyrie to be solved some day chances beyond our imagining? That was known only to the future. And was the solution a matter of the first importance? That was beyond doubt, since the safety of the people of western Carolina perhaps depended upon it. Yet a fortnight after my return to Washington, public attention was wholly distracted from this problem by another very different in nature, but equally astonishing. Toward the middle of that month of May the newspapers of Pennsylvania informed their readers of some ...Read More

V. ALONG THE SHORES OF NEW ENGLAND At the time when the newspapers were filled with these reports, I again in Washington. On my return I had presented myself at my chief’s office, but had been unable to see him. Family affairs had suddenly called him away, to be absent some weeks. Mr. Ward, however, undoubtedly knew of the failure of my mission. The newspapers, especially those of North Carolina, had given full details of our ascent of the Great Eyrie. Naturally, I was much annoyed by this delay which further fretted my restless curiosity. I could turn to ...Read More

VI. THE FIRST LETTER After leaving Mr. Ward I returned to my home in Long Street. There I had of time to consider this strange case uninterrupted by either wife or children. My household consisted solely of an ancient servant, who having been formerly in the service of my mother, had now continued for fifteen years in mine. Two months before I had obtained a leave of absence. It had still two weeks to run, unless indeed some unforeseen circumstance interrupted it, some mission which could not be delayed. This leave, as I have shown, had already been interrupted ...Read More

VII. A THIRD MACHINE I confess that at first this letter dumfounded me. “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” slipped from my mouth. The old servant stared at me, not knowing what to think. “Oh, sir! is it bad news?” I answered for I kept few secrets from this faithful soul by reading her the letter from end to end. She listened with much anxiety. “A joke, without doubt,” said I, shrugging my shoulders. “Well,” returned my superstitious handmaid, “if it isn’t from the devil, it’s from the devil’s country, anyway.” Left alone, I again went over this unexpected letter. Reflection inclined ...Read More

VIII. AT ANY COST The suggestion of the Star came like a revelation. It was accepted everywhere. Not only these three vehicles the work of the same inventor; they were the same machine! It was not easy to see how the remarkable transformation could be practically accomplished from one means of locomotion to the other. How could an automobile become a boat, and yet more, a submarine? All the machine seemed to lack was the power of flying through the air. Nevertheless, everything that was known of the three different machines, as to their size, their shape, their lack ...Read More

IX. THE SECOND LETTER On Board the Terror July 15. To the Old and New World, The propositions emanating the different governments of Europe, as also that which has finally been made by the United States of America, need expect no other answer than this: I refuse absolutely and definitely the sums offered for my invention. My machine will be neither French nor German, nor Austrian nor Russian, nor English nor American. The invention will remain my own, and I shall use it as pleases me. With it, I hold control of the entire world, and there lies no ...Read More

X. OUTSIDE THE LAW Such was the letter addressed to the government of the United States. As to the who had placed it in the mail-box of the police, no one had seen him. The sidewalk in front of our offices had probably not been once vacant during the entire night. From sunset to sunrise, there had always been people, busy, anxious, or curious, passing before our door. It is true, however, that even then, the bearer of the letter might easily have slipped by unseen and dropped the letter in the box. The night had been so dark, ...Read More

XI. THE CAMPAIGN So the undiscoverable commander had reappeared upon the territory of the United States! He had never himself in Europe either on the roads or in the seas. He had not crossed the Atlantic, which apparently he could have traversed in three days. Did he then intend to make only America the scene of his exploits? Ought we to conclude from this that he was an American? Let me insist upon this point. It seemed clear that the submarine might easily have crossed the vast sea which separates the New and the Old World. Not only would ...Read More

XII. BLACK ROCK CREEK Human nature is prone to illusions. Of course, there had been all along a probability the “Terror” had deserted the locality, even admitting that it was she Wells had seen the previous day. If some damage to her triple system of locomotion had prevented her from regaining either by land or by water her usual hiding-place, and obliged her to seek refuge in Black Rock Creek, what ought we to conclude now upon finding her here no longer? Obviously, that, having finished her repairs, she had continued on her way, and was already far beyond ...Read More

XIII. ON BOARD THE TERROR When I came to my senses it was daylight. A half light pierced the glass port-hole of the narrow cabin wherein someone had placed me—how many hours ago, I could not say! Yet it seemed to me by the slanting rays, that the sun could not be very far above the horizon. I was resting in a narrow bunk with coverings over me. My clothes, hanging in a corner, had been dried. My belt, torn in half by the hook of the iron, lay on the floor. I felt no wound nor injury, only ...Read More

XIV. NIAGARA The hours passed, and the situation did not change. The steersman returned on deck, and the captain, watched the movement of the engines. Even when our speed increased, these engines continued working without noise, and with remarkable smoothness. There was never one of those inevitable breaks, with which in most motors the pistons sometimes miss a stroke. I concluded that the “Terror,” in each of its transformations must be worked by rotary engines. But I could not assure myself of this. For the rest, our direction did not change. Always we headed toward the northeast end of ...Read More

XV. THE EAGLE’S NEST On the morrow, when I awoke after a sound sleep, our vehicle seemed motionless. It to me evident that we were not running upon land. Yet neither were we rushing through or beneath the waters; nor yet soaring across the sky. Had the inventor regained that mysterious hiding-place of his, where no human being had ever set foot before him? And now, since he had not disembarrassed himself of my presence, was his secret about to be revealed to me? It seemed astonishing that I had slept so profoundly during most of our voyage through ...Read More

XVI. ROBUR, THE CONQUEROR Robur, the Conqueror! This then was the likeness I had vaguely recalled. Some years before portrait of this extraordinary man had been printed in all the American newspapers, under date of the thirteenth of June, the day after this personage had made his sensational appearance at the meeting of the Weldon Institute at Philadelphia. I had noted the striking character of the portrait at the time; the square shoulders; the back like a regular trapezoid, its longer side formed by that geometrical shoulder line; the robust neck; the enormous spheroidal head. The eyes at the ...Read More

XVII. IN THE NAME OF THE LAW What was to be the issue of this remarkable adventure? Could I it to any denouement whatever, either sooner or later? Did not Robur hold the results wholly in his own hands? Probably I would never have such an opportunity for escape as had occurred to Mr. Prudent and Mr. Evans amid the islands of the Pacific. I could only wait. And how long might the waiting last! To be sure, my curiosity had been partly satisfied. But even now I knew only the answer to the problems of the Great Eyrie. ...Read More

XVIII. THE OLD HOUSEKEEPER’S LAST COMMENT When I came to myself after having been unconscious for many hours, a of sailors whose care had restored me to life surrounded the door of a cabin in which I lay. By my pillow sat an officer who questioned me; and as my senses slowly returned, I answered to his questioning. I told them everything. Yes, everything! And assuredly my listeners must have thought that they had upon their hands an unfortunate whose reason had not returned with his consciousness. I was on board the steamer Ottawa, in the Gulf of Mexico, ...Read More