Without doubt, our commander did not wish me to know the road he followed.
Hence I cannot say whether the aviator continued his flight through space, or whether the mariner sailed the surface of some sea or lake, or the chauffeur sped across the American roads.

No recollection remains with me of what passed during that night of July thirty-first.
Now, what was to follow from this adventure?
And especially concerning myself, what would be its end?
I have said that at the moment when I awoke from my strange sleep, the "Terror" seemed to me completely motionless.

I could hardly be mistaken; whatever had been her method of progress, I should have felt some movement, even in the air.

I lay in my berth in the cabin, where I had been shut in without knowing it, just as I had been on the preceding night which I had passed on board the "Terror" on Lake Erie.
My business now was to learn if I would be allowed to go on deck here where the machine had landed.

I attempted to raise the hatchway.