In certain parts of the ocean at the Antilles, under seventy-five fathoms of water, can be seen with surprising clearness a bed of sand.

The penetrating power of the solar rays does not seem to cease for a depth of one hundred and fifty fathoms.

But in this middle fluid travelled over by the Nautilus, the electric brightness was produced even in the bosom of the waves.

It was no longer luminous water, but liquid light.
On each side a window opened into this unexplored abyss.

The obscurity of the saloon showed to advantage the brightness outside, and we looked out as if this pure crystal had been the glass of an immense aquarium.
"You wished to see, friend Ned; well, you see now." "Curious! curious!" muttered the Canadian, who, forgetting his ill-temper, seemed to submit to some irresistible attraction; "and one would come further than this to admire such a sight!" "Ah!" thought I to myself, "I understand the life of this man; he has made a world apart for himself, in which he treasures all his greatest wonders." For two whole hours an aquatic army escorted the Nautilus.