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And, in fact, the "Albatross" was falling fast. As with the telegraph wires on land during a storm, so was it with the accumulators of the aeronef. But what is only an inconvenience in the case of messages was here a terrible danger. "Let her down, then," said Robur, "and get out of the electric zone! Keep cool, my lads!" He stepped on to his quarter-deck and his crew went to their stations.
Then, at a gesture from Robur the assistant engineers started the propellers astern, so as to oppose a certain resistance to the whale, who was gradually getting closer. Soon the aeronef was gliding about twenty-five feet above him. His tail was beating the waters with incredible violence, and as he turned over on his back an enormous wave was produced.
The aeronef was now more than six hundred miles from Omaha, and over a country which Phil Evans could not recognize because he had never been there before. A few forts to keep the Indians in order crowned the bluffs with their geometric lines, formed oftener of palisades than walls.
Frycollin was being towed and towed is exactly the word, for the rope made such an angle, with the aeronef, now going at over sixty knots an hour, that the tub was a long way behind her. The crew were busy in preparing for the storm, for the "Albatross" would either have to rise above it or drive through its lowest layers.
The aeronef was within fourteen hundred miles of the pole. Irresistibly was she drawn towards this inaccessible corner of the globe, her speed eating up, so to speak, her weight, although she weighed less than before, owing to the flattening of the earth at the pole. It seemed as though she could have dispensed altogether with her suspensory screws.
And in this way did Uncle Prudent and, Phil Evans recognize the power of the aeronef and the services it could render to humanity. Soon the "Albatross" rose again to a moderate height, and passing over Whydah lost to view this savage coast which the southwest wind hems round with an inaccessible surf. And she flew out over the Atlantic. Yes, the Atlantic!
The hurricane had carried her over the icebergs and icefloes, against which she was in danger of being dashed a hundred times or more. She was not in the hands of the helmsman, but in the hand of God and God is a good pilot. The aeronef sped along to the north, and at the sixtieth parallel the storm showed signs of dying away. Its violence sensibly diminished.
If the Patagonians, whose fires could be seen occasionally, were really above the average in stature, the passengers in the aeronef were unable to say, for to them they seemed to be dwarfs. But what a magnificent landscape opened around during these short hours of the southern day!
Robur, his mate Tom Turner, an engineer and two assistants, two steersman and a cook eight men all told formed the crew of the aeronef, and proved ample for all the maneuvers required in aerial navigation.
The recoil is then considerable, and may perhaps be as great as the current. It was thus with the "Albatross" at this moment. But Robur was not the man to give in. His seventy-four screws, working perfectly together, were driven at their maximum speed. But the aeronef could not escape; the attraction of the cyclone was irresistible.
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