human
We are lost!
gpt
Very well! if we die, answered Barbicane, with a sort of religious enthusiasm,
human
In fact, interrupted Michel Ardan,
gpt
The will of heaven be done!
human
SUSQUEHANNA.
gpt
Well, lieutenant, and our soundings?
human
I think, sir, that the operation is nearing its completion, replied Lieutenant Bronsfield.
gpt
But who would have thought of finding such a depth so near in shore, and only 200 miles from the American coast?
human
Certainly, Bronsfield, there is a great depression, said Captain Blomsberry.
gpt
In this spot there is a submarine valley worn by Humboldt's current, which skirts the coast of America as far as the Straits of Magellan.
human
These great depths, continued the lieutenant,
gpt
I agree with you, Bronsfield. With your permission, lieutenant, where are we now?
human
Sir, at this moment we have 3508 fathoms of line out, and the ball which draws the sounding lead has not yet touched the bottom; for if so, it would have come up of itself.
gpt
Brook's apparatus is very ingenious, said Captain Blomsberry;
human
Touch!
gpt
What depth have we?
human
Three thousand six hundred and twenty-seven fathoms,
gpt
Well, Bronsfield, said the captain,
human
I will take down the result. Now haul in the sounding line. It will be the work of some hours. In that time the engineer can light the furnaces, and we shall be ready to start as soon as you have finished. It is ten o'clock, and with your permission, lieutenant, I will turn in.
gpt
Do so, sir; do so!
human
Susquehanna,