T HUS ends the voyage under the seas. What passed during
that night--how the boat escaped from the eddies of the
maëlstrom--how Ned Land, Conseil, and myself ever came out
of the gulf, I cannot tell.

But when I returned to consciousness, I was lying in a fisher-
man's hut, on the Loffoden Isles. My two companions, safe and
sound, were near me holding my hands. We embraced each
other heartily.

At that moment we could not think of returning to France.
The means of communication between the north of Norway and
the south are rare. And I am therefore obliged to wait for the
steamboat running monthly from Cape North.

And among the worthy people who have so kindly received
us, I revise my record of these adventures once more. Not a fact
has been omitted, not a detail exaggerated. It is a faithful narra-
tive of this incredible expedition in an element inaccessible to
man, but to which Progress will one day open a road.

Shall I be believed? I do not know. And it matters little, after
all. What I now affirm is, that I have a right to speak of these
seas, under which, in less than ten months, I have crossed 20,000

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