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Chapter 9. The Tantrums of Ned Land

           Iopenedmymouthwide,andmylungssaturatedthemselveswithfreshparticles.

           AtthesametimeIfelttheboatrolling.Theiron-platedmonsterhadevidentlyjustrisentothesurfaceoftheoceantobreathe,afterthefashionofwhales.Ifoundoutfromthatthemodeofventilatingtheboat.

           WhenIhadinhaledthisairfreely,Isoughttheconduitpipe,whichconveyedtousthebeneficialwhiff,andIwasnotlonginfindingit.Abovethedoorwasaventilator,throughwhichvolumesoffreshairrenewedtheimpoverishedatmosphereofthecell.

           Iwasmakingmyobservations,whenNedandConseilawokealmostatthesametime,undertheinfluenceofthisrevivingair.Theyrubbedtheireyes,stretchedthemselves,andwereontheirfeetinaninstant.

           "Didmastersleepwell?"askedConseil,withhisusualpoliteness.

           "Verywell,mybraveboy.Andyou,Mr.Land?"

           "Soundly,Professor.But,Idon’tknowifIamrightornot,thereseemstobeaseabreeze!"

           Aseamancouldnotbemistaken,andItoldtheCanadianallthathadpassedduringhissleep.

           "Good!"saidhe."Thataccountsforthoseroaringsweheard,whenthesupposednarwhalsightedtheAbrahamLincoln."

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