CHAPTER XVII

A VISIT TO THE LAKE—THE DIRECTION OF THE CURRENT—THE PROSPECTS OF CYRUS

SMITH—THE DUGONG FAT—THE USE OF THE SCHISTOUS LIMESTONE—THE SULPHATE OF

IRON—HOW GLYCERINE IS MADE—SOAP—SALTPETRE—SULPHURIC ACID—NITRIC

ACID—THE NEW OUTLET.

The next day, the 7th of May, Smith and Spilett, leaving Neb to prepare

the breakfast, climbed the plateau, while Herbert and Pencroff went

after a fresh supply of wood.

The engineer and the reporter soon arrived, at the little beach where

the dugong lay stranded. Already flocks of birds had gathered about the

carcass, and it was necessary to drive them off with stones, as the

engineer wished to preserve the fat for the use of the colony. As to

the flesh of the dugong, it would undoubtedly furnish excellent food,

as in certain portions of the Malay archipelago it is reserved for the

table of the native princes. But it was Neb’s affair to look after

that.

Just now, Cyrus Smith was thinking of other things. The incident of the

day before was constantly presenting itself. He wanted to solve the

mystery of that unseen combat, and to know what congener of the

mastodons or other marine monster had given the dugong this strange

wound.

He stood upon the border of the lake, looking upon its tranquil surface

sparkling under the rays of the rising sun. From the little beach where

the dugong lay, the waters deepened slowly towards the centre, and the

lake might be likened to a large basin, filled by the supply from Red

Creek.

“Well, Cyrus,” questioned the reporter, “I don’t see anything

suspicious in this?”

“No, my dear fellow, and I am at a loss how to explain yesterday’s

affair.”

“The wound on this beast is strange enough, and I can’t understand how

Top could have been thrown out of the water in that way. One would

suppose that it had been done by a strong arm, and that that same arm,

wielding a poignard, had given the dugong his death-wound.”

“It would seem so,” answered the engineer, who had become thoughtful.

“There is something here which I cannot understand. But neither can we

explain how I myself was saved; how I was snatched from the waves and

borne to the downs. Therefore, I am sure there is some mystery which we

will some day discover. In the mean time, let us take care not to

discuss these singular incidents before our companions, but keep our

thoughts for each other, and continue our work.”

It will be remembered that Smith had not yet discovered what became of

the surplus water of the lake, and as there was no indication of its

ever overflowing, an outlet must exist somewhere. He was surprised,

therefore, on noticing a slight current just at this place. Throwing in

some leaves and bits of wood, and observing their drift, he followed

this current, which brought him to the southern end of the lake. Here

he detected a slight depression in the waters, as if they were suddenly

lost in some opening below.

Smith listened, placing his ear to the surface of the lake, and

distinctly heard the sound of a subterranean fall.

“It is there,” said he, rising, “there that the water is discharged,

there, doubtless, through a passage in the massive granite that it goes

to join the sea, through cavities which we will be able to utilize to

our profit! Well! I will find out!”

The engineer cut a long branch, stripped off its leaves, and, plunging

it down at the angle of the two banks, he found that there was a large

open hole a foot below the surface. This was the long-sought-for

outlet, and such was the force of the current that the branch was

snatched from his hands and disappeared.

“There can be no doubt of it now,” repeated the engineer. “It is the

mouth of the outlet, and I am going to work to uncover it.

“How?” inquired Spilett.

“By lowering the lake three feet.”

“And how will you do that?”

“By opening another vent larger than this.”

“Whereabouts, Cyrus?”

“Where the bank is nearest the coast.”

“But it is a granite wall,” exclaimed Spilett,

“Very well,” replied Smith. “I will blow up the wall, and the waters,

escaping, will subside so as to discover the orifice—”

“And will make a waterfall at the cliff,” added the reporter.

“A fall that we will make use of!” answered Cyrus. “Come, come!”

The engineer hurried off his companion, whose confidence in Smith was

such that he doubted not the success of the undertaking. And yet, this

wall of granite, how would they begin: how, without powder, with but

imperfect tools, could they blast the rock? Had not the engineer

undertaken a work beyond his skill to accomplish?

When Smith and the reporter re-entered the Chimneys, they found Herbert

and Pencroff occupied in unloading their raft.

“The wood-choppers have finished, sir,” said the sailor, laughing, “and

when you want masons—”

“Not masons, but chemists,” interrupted the engineer.

“Yes,” added Spilett, “we are going to blow up the island.”

“Blow up the island?” cried the sailor.

“A part of it, at least,” answered the reporter.

“Listen to me, my friends,” said the engineer, who thereupon made known

the result of his observations. His theory was, that a cavity, more or

less considerable, existed in the mass of granite which upheld Prospect

Plateau, and he undertook to penetrate to it. To do this, it was first

necessary to free the present opening, in other words to lower the

level of the lake by giving the water a larger issue. To do this they

must manufacture an explosive with which to make a drain in another

part of the bank. It was this Smith was going to attempt to do, with

the minerals Nature had placed at his disposal.

All entered into the proposal with enthusiasm. Neb and Pencroff were at

once detailed to extract the fat from the dugong and to preserve the

flesh for food; and soon after their departure the others, carrying the

hurdle, went up the shore to the vein of coal, where were to be found

the schistous pyrites of which Smith had procured a specimen.

The whole day was employed in bringing a quantity of these pyrites to

the Chimneys, and by evening they had several tons.

On the next day, the 8th of May, the engineer began his manipulations.

The schistous pyrites were principally composed of carbon, of silica,

of alumina, and sulphuret of iron,—these were in excess,—it was

necessary to separate the sulphuret and change it into sulphate by the

quickest means. The sulphate obtained, they would extract the Sulphuric

acid, which was what they wanted.

Sulphuric acid is one of the agents in most general use, and the

industrial importance of a nation can be measured by its consumption.

In the future this acid would be of use to the colonists in making

candles, tanning skins, etc., but at present the engineer reserved it

for another purpose.

Smith chose, behind the Chimneys, a place upon which the earth was

carefully levelled. On this he made a pile of branches and cut wood, on

which were placed pieces of schistous pyrites leaning against each

other, and then all was covered over with a thin layer of pyrites

previously reduced to the size of nuts.

This done, they set the wood on, fire, which in turn inflamed the

schist, as it contained carbon and sulphur. Then new layers of pyrites

were arranged so as to form an immense heap, surrounded with earth, and

grass, with air-holes left here and there, just as is done in reducing

a pile of wood to charcoal.

Then they left the transformation to complete itself. It would take ten

or twelve days for the sulphuret of iron and the alumina to change into

sulphates, which substances were equally soluble; the others—silica,

burnt carbon, and cinders—were not so.

While this chemical process was accomplishing itself, Smith employed

his companions upon other branches of the work, which they undertook

with the utmost zeal.

Neb and Pencroff had taken the fat from the dugong, which had been

placed in large earthen jars. It was necessary to separate the

glycerine from this fat by saponifying it. It was sufficient, in order

to do this, to treat it with chalk or soda. Chalk was not wanting, but

by this treatment the soap would be calcareous and useless, while by

using soda, a soluble soap, which could be employed for domestic

purposes, would be the result. Cyrus Smith, being a practical man,

preferred to try to get the soda. Was this difficult? No, since many

kinds of marine plants abounded on the shore, and all those fucaceæ

which form wrack. They therefore gathered a great quantity of these

seaweed, which were first dried, and, afterwards, burnt in trenches in

the open air. The combustion of these plants was continued for many

days, so that the heat penetrated throughout, and the result was the

greyish compact mass, long known as “natural soda.”

This accomplished, the engineer treated the fat with the soda, which

gave both a soluble soap and the neutral substance, glycerine.

But this was not all. Smith wanted, in view of his future operations,

another substance, nitrate of potash, better known as saltpetre.

He could make this by treating carbonate of potash, which is easily

extracted from vegetable ashes, with nitric acid. But this acid, which

was precisely what he wanted in order to complete his undertaking

successfully, he did not have. Fortunately, in this emergency, Nature

furnished him with saltpetre, without any labor other than picking it

up. Herbert had found a vein of this mineral at the foot of Mount

Franklin, and all they had to do was to purify the salt.

These different undertakings, which occupied eight days, were finished

before the sulphate of iron was ready. During the interval the

colonists made some refractory pottery in plastic clay, and constructed

a brick furnace of a peculiar shape, in which to distil the sulphate of

iron. All was finished on the 18th of May, the very day the chemical

work was completed.

The result of this latter operation, consisting of sulphate of iron,

sulphate of alumina, silica, and a residue of charcoal and cinders, was

placed, in a basin full of water. Having stirred up the mixture, they

let it settle, and at length poured off a clear liquid holding the

sulphates of iron and alumina in solution. Finally, this liquid was

partly evaporated, the sulphate of iron crystalized, and the

mother-water was thrown away.

Smith had now a quantity of crystals, from which the sulphuric acid was

to be extracted.

In commerce this acid is manufactured in large quantities and by

elaborate processes. The engineer had no such means at his command, but

he knew that in Bohemia an acid known as Nordhausen is made by simpler

means, which has, moreover, the advantage of being non-concentrated.

For obtaining the acid in this way, all the engineer had to do was to

calcinize the crystals in a closed jar in such a manner that the

sulphuric acid distilled in vapor, which would in turn produce the acid

by condensation.

It was for this that the refractory jars and the furnace had been made.

The operation was a success; and on the 20th of May, twelve days after

having begun, Smith was the possessor of the agent which he expected to

use later in different ways.

What did he want with it now? Simply to produce nitric acid, which was

perfectly easy, since the saltpetre, attacked by the sulphuric acid,

would give it by distillation.

But how would he use this acid? None of the others knew, as he had

spoken no word on the subject.

The work approached completion, and one more operation would procure

the substance which had required all this labor. The engineer mixed the

nitric acid with the glycerine, which latter had been previously

concentrated by evaporation in a water-bath, and without employing any

freezing mixture, obtained many pints of an oily yellow liquid.

This last operation Smith had conducted alone, at some distance from

the Chimneys, as he feared an explosion, and when he returned, with a

flagon of this liquid, to his friends, he simply said:—“Here is some

nitro-glycerine!”

It was, in truth, that terrible product, whose explosive power is,

perhaps, ten times as great as that of gunpowder, and which has caused

so many accidents! Although, since means have been found of

transforming it into dynamite, that is, of mixing it with clay or sugar

or some solid substance sufficiently porous to hold it, the dangerous

liquid can be used with more safety. But dynamite was not known when

the colonists were at work on Lincoln Island.

“And is that stuff going to blow up the rocks?” asked Pencroff,

incredulously.

“Yes, my friend,” answered the engineer, “and it will do all the better

since the granite is very hard and will oppose more resistance to the

explosion.”

“And when will we see all this, sir?”

“To-morrow,” when we have drilled a hole,” answered the engineer.

Early the next morning, the 21st of May, the miners betook themselves

to a point which formed the east bank of Lake Grant, not more than 500

feet from the coast. At this place the plateau was lower than the lake,

which was upheld by the coping of granite. It was plain that could they

break this the waters would escape by this vent, and, forming a stream,

flow over the inclined surface of the plateau, and be precipitated in a

waterfall over the cliff on to the shore. Consequently, there would be

a general lowering of the lake, and the orifice of the water would be

uncovered—this was to be the result.

The coping must be broken. Pencroff, directed by the engineer, attacked

its outer facing vigorously. The hole which he made with his pick began

under a horizontal edge of the bank, and penetrated obliquely so as to

reach a level lower than the lake’s surface. Thus the blowing up of the

rocks would permit the water to escape freely and consequently lower

the lake sufficiently.

The work was tedious, as the engineer, wishing to produce a violent

shock, had determined to use not less than two gallons of

nitro-glycerine in the operation. But Pencroff and Neb, taking turns at

the work, did so well, that by 4 o’clock in the afternoon it was

achieved.

Now came the question of igniting the explosive. Ordinarily,

nitro-glycerine is ignited by the explosion of fulminated caps, as, if

lighted without percussion, this substance burns and does not explode.

Smith could doubtless make a cap. Lacking fulminate, he could easily

obtain a substance analogous to gun-cotton, since he had nitric acid at

hand. This substance pressed in a cartridge, and introduced into the

nitro-glycerine, could be lighted with a slow match, and produce the

explosion.

But Smith knew that their liquid had the property of exploding under a

blow. He determined, therefore, to make use of this property, reserving

the other means in case this experiment failed.

The blow of a hammer upon some drops of the substance spread on a hard

stone, suffices to provoke an explosion. But no one could give those

blows without being a victim to the operation. Smith’s idea was to

suspend a heavy mass of iron by means of a vegetable fibre to an

upright post, so as to have the iron hang directly over the hole.

Another long fibre, previously soaked in sulphur, was to be fastened to

the middle of the first and laid along the ground many feet from this

excavation. The fire was to be applied to this second fibre, it would

burn till it reached the first and set it on fire, then the latter

would break and the iron be precipitated upon the nitro-glycerine.

The apparatus was fixed in place; then the engineer, after having made

his companions go away, filled the hole so that the fluid overflowed

the opening, and spread some drops underneath the mass of suspended

iron.

This done, Smith lit the end of the sulfured fibre, and, leaving the

place, returned with his companions to the Chimneys.

Twenty-five minutes after a tremendous explosion was heard. It seemed

as if the whole island trembled to its base. A volley of stones rose

into the air as if they had been vomited from a volcano. The concussion

was such that it shook the Chimneys. The colonists, though two miles

away, were thrown to the ground. Rising again, they clambered up to the

plateau and hurried towards the place.

A large opening had been torn in the granite coping. A rapid stream of

water escaped through it, leaping and foaming across the plateau, and,

reaching the brink, fell a distance of 300 feet to the shore below.

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