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CHAPTER XVII FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC
The next morning, the 18th of November, I had quite recovered from my fatigues of the day before, and I went up on to the platform, just as the second lieutenant was uttering his daily phrase.
I was admiring the magnificent aspect of the ocean when Captain Nemo appeared. He did not seem to be aware of my presence, and began a series of astronomical observations. Then, when he had finished, he went and leant on the cage of the watch-light, and gazed abstractedly on the ocean. In the meantime, a number of the sailors of the Nautilus, all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to draw up the nets that had been laid all night. These sailors were evidently of different nations, although the European type was visible in all of them. I recognised some unmistakable Irishmen, Frenchmen, some Sclaves, and a Greek, or a Candiote. They were civil, and only used that odd language among themselves, the origin of which I could not guess, neither could I question them.
The nets were hauled in. They were a large kind of “chaluts,” like those on the Normandy coasts, great pockets that the waves and a chain fixed in the smaller meshes kept open. These pockets, drawn by iron poles, swept through the water, and gathered in everything in their way. That day they brought up curious specimens from those productive coasts.
I reckoned that the haul had brought in more than nine hundredweight of fish. It was a fine haul, but not to be wondered at. Indeed, the nets are let down for several hours, and enclose in their meshes an infinite variety. We had no lack of excellent food, and the rapidity of the Nautilus and the attraction of the electric light could always renew our supply. These several productions of the sea were immediately lowered through the panel to the steward’s room, some to be eaten fresh, and others pickled.
The fishing ended, the provision of air renewed, I thought that the Nautilus was about to continue its submarine excursion, and was preparing to return to my room, when, without further preamble, the Captain turned to me, saying:
“Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life? It has its tempers and its gentle moods. Yesterday it slept as we did, and now it has woke after a quiet night. Look!” he continued, “it wakes under the caresses of the sun. It is going to renew its diurnal existence. It is an interesting study to watch the play of its organisation. It has a pulse, arteries, spasms; and I agree with the learned Maury, who discovered in it a circulation as real as the circulation of blood in animals.
“Yes, the ocean has indeed circulation, and to promote it, the Creator has caused things to multiply in it—caloric, salt, and animalculae.”
When Captain Nemo spoke thus, he seemed altogether changed, and aroused an extraordinary emotion in me.
“Also,” he added, “true existence is there; and I can imagine the foundations of nautical towns, clusters of submarine houses, which, like the Nautilus, would ascend every morning to breathe at the surface of the water, free towns, independent cities. Yet who knows whether some despot——”
Captain Nemo finished his sentence with a violent gesture. Then, addressing me as if to chase away some sorrowful thought:
“M. Aronnax,” he asked, “do you know the depth of the ocean?”
“I only know, Captain, what the principal soundings have taught us.”
“Could you tell me them, so that I can suit them to my purpose?”
“These are some,” I replied, “that I remember. If I am not mistaken, a depth of 8,000 yards has been found in the North Atlantic, and 2,500 yards in the Mediterranean. The most remarkable soundings have been made in the South Atlantic, near the thirty-fifth parallel, and they gave 12,000 yards, 14,000 yards, and 15,000 yards. To sum up all, it is reckoned that if the bottom of the sea were levelled, its mean depth would be about one and three-quarter leagues.”
“Well, Professor,” replied the Captain, “we shall show you better than that I hope. As to the mean depth of this part of the Pacific, I tell you it is only 4,000 yards.”
Having said this, Captain Nemo went towards the panel, and disappeared down the ladder. I followed him, and went into the large drawing-room. The screw was immediately put in motion, and the log gave twenty miles an hour.
During the days and weeks that passed, Captain Nemo was very sparing of his visits. I seldom saw him. The lieutenant pricked the ship’s course regularly on the chart, so I could always tell exactly the route of the Nautilus.
Nearly every day, for some time, the panels of the drawing-room were opened, and we were never tired of penetrating the mysteries of the submarine world.
The general direction of the Nautilus was south-east, and it kept between 100 and 150 yards of depth. One day, however, I do not know why, being drawn diagonally by means of the inclined planes, it touched the bed of the sea. The thermometer indicated a temperature of 4.25 (cent.): a temperature that at this depth seemed common to all latitudes.
At three o’clock in the morning of the 26th of November the Nautilus crossed the tropic of Cancer at 172° long. On 27th instant it sighted the Sandwich Islands, where Cook died, February 14, 1779. We had then gone 4,860 leagues from our starting-point. In the morning, when I went on the platform, I saw two miles to windward, Hawaii, the largest of the seven islands that form the group. I saw clearly the cultivated ranges, and the several mountain-chains that run parallel with the side, and the volcanoes that overtop Mouna-Rea, which rise 5,000 yards above the level of the sea. Besides other things the nets brought up, were several flabellariae and graceful polypi, that are peculiar to that part of the ocean. The direction of the Nautilus was still to the south-east. It crossed the equator December 1, in 142° long.; and on the 4th of the same month, after crossing rapidly and without anything in particular occurring, we sighted the Marquesas group. I saw, three miles off, Martin’s peak in Nouka-Hiva, the largest of the group that belongs to France. I only saw the woody mountains against the horizon, because Captain Nemo did not wish to bring the ship to the wind. There the nets brought up beautiful specimens of fish: some with azure fins and tails like gold, the flesh of which is unrivalled; some nearly destitute of scales, but of exquisite flavour; others, with bony jaws, and yellow-tinged gills, as good as bonitos; all fish that would be of use to us. After leaving these charming islands protected by the French flag, from the 4th to the 11th of December the Nautilus sailed over about 2,000 miles.
During the daytime of the 11th of December I was busy reading in the large drawing-room. Ned Land and Conseil watched the luminous water through the half-open panels. The Nautilus was immovable. While its reservoirs were filled, it kept at a depth of 1,000 yards, a region rarely visited in the ocean, and in which large fish were seldom seen.
I was then reading a charming book by Jean Mace, The Slaves of the Stomach, and I was learning some valuable lessons from it, when Conseil interrupted me.
“Will master come here a moment?” he said, in a curious voice.
“What is the matter, Conseil?”
“I want master to look.”
I rose, went, and leaned on my elbows before the panes and watched.
In a full electric light, an enormous black mass, quite immovable, was suspended in the midst of the waters. I watched it attentively, seeking to find out the nature of this gigantic cetacean. But a sudden thought crossed my mind. “A vessel!” I said, half aloud.
“Yes,” replied the Canadian, “a disabled ship that has sunk perpendicularly.”
Ned Land was right; we were close to a vessel of which the tattered shrouds still hung from their chains. The keel seemed to be in good order, and it had been wrecked at most some few hours. Three stumps of masts, broken off about two feet above the bridge, showed that the vessel had had to sacrifice its masts. But, lying on its side, it had filled, and it was heeling over to port. This skeleton of what it had once been was a sad spectacle as it lay lost under the waves, but sadder still was the sight of the bridge, where some corpses, bound with ropes, were still lying. I counted five—four men, one of whom was standing at the helm, and a woman standing by the poop, holding an infant in her arms. She was quite young. I could distinguish her features, which the water had not decomposed, by the brilliant light from the Nautilus. In one despairing effort, she had raised her infant above her head—poor little thing!—whose arms encircled its mother’s neck. The attitude of the four sailors was frightful, distorted as they were by their convulsive movements, whilst making a last effort to free themselves from the cords that bound them to the vessel. The steersman alone, calm, with a grave, clear face, his grey hair glued to his forehead, and his hand clutching the wheel of the helm, seemed even then to be guiding the three broken masts through the depths of the ocean.
What a scene! We were dumb; our hearts beat fast before this shipwreck, taken as it were from life and photographed in its last moments. And I saw already, coming towards it with hungry eyes, enormous sharks, attracted by the human flesh.
However, the Nautilus, turning, went round the submerged vessel, and in one instant I read on the stern—“The Florida, Sunderland.”
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20k Leagues under the sea, Jules Verne
Chapter 16-18
CHAPTER XVII
FOUR THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE PACIFIC
The next morning, the 18th of November, I had quite recovered from my fatigues of the day before, and I went up on to the platform, just as the second lieutenant was uttering his daily phrase.
I was admiring the magnificent aspect of the ocean when Captain Nemo appeared. He did not seem to be aware of my presence, and began a series of astronomical observations. Then, when he had finished, he went and leant on the cage of the watch-light, and gazed abstractedly on the ocean. In the meantime, a number of the sailors of the Nautilus, all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to draw up the nets that had been laid all night. These sailors were evidently of different nations, although the European type was visible in all of them. I recognised some unmistakable Irishmen, Frenchmen, some Sclaves, and a Greek, or a Candiote. They were civil, and only used that odd language among themselves, the origin of which I could not guess, neither could I question them.
The nets were hauled in. They were a large kind of “chaluts,” like those on the Normandy coasts, great pockets that the waves and a chain fixed in the smaller meshes kept open. These pockets, drawn by iron poles, swept through the water, and gathered in everything in their way. That day they brought up curious specimens from those productive coasts.
I reckoned that the haul had brought in more than nine hundredweight of fish. It was a fine haul, but not to be wondered at. Indeed, the nets are let down for several hours, and enclose in their meshes an infinite variety. We had no lack of excellent food, and the rapidity of the Nautilus and the attraction of the electric light could always renew our supply. These several productions of the sea were immediately lowered through the panel to the steward’s room, some to be eaten fresh, and others pickled.
The fishing ended, the provision of air renewed, I thought that the Nautilus was about to continue its submarine excursion, and was preparing to return to my room, when, without further preamble, the Captain turned to me, saying:
“Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life? It has its tempers and its gentle moods. Yesterday it slept as we did, and now it has woke after a quiet night. Look!” he continued, “it wakes under the caresses of the sun. It is going to renew its diurnal existence. It is an interesting study to watch the play of its organisation. It has a pulse, arteries, spasms; and I agree with the learned Maury, who discovered in it a circulation as real as the circulation of blood in animals.
“Yes, the ocean has indeed circulation, and to promote it, the Creator has caused things to multiply in it—caloric, salt, and animalculae.”
When Captain Nemo spoke thus, he seemed altogether changed, and aroused an extraordinary emotion in me.
“Also,” he added, “true existence is there; and I can imagine the foundations of nautical towns, clusters of submarine houses, which, like the Nautilus, would ascend every morning to breathe at the surface of the water, free towns, independent cities. Yet who knows whether some despot——”
Captain Nemo finished his sentence with a violent gesture. Then, addressing me as if to chase away some sorrowful thought:
“M. Aronnax,” he asked, “do you know the depth of the ocean?”
“I only know, Captain, what the principal soundings have taught us.”
“Could you tell me them, so that I can suit them to my purpose?”
“These are some,” I replied, “that I remember. If I am not mistaken, a depth of 8,000 yards has been found in the North Atlantic, and 2,500 yards in the Mediterranean. The most remarkable soundings have been made in the South Atlantic, near the thirty-fifth parallel, and they gave 12,000 yards, 14,000 yards, and 15,000 yards. To sum up all, it is reckoned that if the bottom of the sea were levelled, its mean depth would be about one and three-quarter leagues.”
“Well, Professor,” replied the Captain, “we shall show you better than that I hope. As to the mean depth of this part of the Pacific, I tell you it is only 4,000 yards.”
Having said this, Captain Nemo went towards the panel, and disappeared down the ladder. I followed him, and went into the large drawing-room. The screw was immediately put in motion, and the log gave twenty miles an hour.
During the days and weeks that passed, Captain Nemo was very sparing of his visits. I seldom saw him. The lieutenant pricked the ship’s course regularly on the chart, so I could always tell exactly the route of the Nautilus.
Nearly every day, for some time, the panels of the drawing-room were opened, and we were never tired of penetrating the mysteries of the submarine world.
The general direction of the Nautilus was south-east, and it kept between 100 and 150 yards of depth. One day, however, I do not know why, being drawn diagonally by means of the inclined planes, it touched the bed of the sea. The thermometer indicated a temperature of 4.25 (cent.): a temperature that at this depth seemed common to all latitudes.
At three o’clock in the morning of the 26th of November the Nautilus crossed the tropic of Cancer at 172° long. On 27th instant it sighted the Sandwich Islands, where Cook died, February 14, 1779. We had then gone 4,860 leagues from our starting-point. In the morning, when I went on the platform, I saw two miles to windward, Hawaii, the largest of the seven islands that form the group. I saw clearly the cultivated ranges, and the several mountain-chains that run parallel with the side, and the volcanoes that overtop Mouna-Rea, which rise 5,000 yards above the level of the sea. Besides other things the nets brought up, were several flabellariae and graceful polypi, that are peculiar to that part of the ocean. The direction of the Nautilus was still to the south-east. It crossed the equator December 1, in 142° long.; and on the 4th of the same month, after crossing rapidly and without anything in particular occurring, we sighted the Marquesas group. I saw, three miles off, Martin’s peak in Nouka-Hiva, the largest of the group that belongs to France. I only saw the woody mountains against the horizon, because Captain Nemo did not wish to bring the ship to the wind. There the nets brought up beautiful specimens of fish: some with azure fins and tails like gold, the flesh of which is unrivalled; some nearly destitute of scales, but of exquisite flavour; others, with bony jaws, and yellow-tinged gills, as good as bonitos; all fish that would be of use to us. After leaving these charming islands protected by the French flag, from the 4th to the 11th of December the Nautilus sailed over about 2,000 miles.
During the daytime of the 11th of December I was busy reading in the large drawing-room. Ned Land and Conseil watched the luminous water through the half-open panels. The Nautilus was immovable. While its reservoirs were filled, it kept at a depth of 1,000 yards, a region rarely visited in the ocean, and in which large fish were seldom seen.
I was then reading a charming book by Jean Mace, The Slaves of the Stomach, and I was learning some valuable lessons from it, when Conseil interrupted me.
“Will master come here a moment?” he said, in a curious voice.
“What is the matter, Conseil?”
“I want master to look.”
I rose, went, and leaned on my elbows before the panes and watched.
In a full electric light, an enormous black mass, quite immovable, was suspended in the midst of the waters. I watched it attentively, seeking to find out the nature of this gigantic cetacean. But a sudden thought crossed my mind. “A vessel!” I said, half aloud.
“Yes,” replied the Canadian, “a disabled ship that has sunk perpendicularly.”
Ned Land was right; we were close to a vessel of which the tattered shrouds still hung from their chains. The keel seemed to be in good order, and it had been wrecked at most some few hours. Three stumps of masts, broken off about two feet above the bridge, showed that the vessel had had to sacrifice its masts. But, lying on its side, it had filled, and it was heeling over to port. This skeleton of what it had once been was a sad spectacle as it lay lost under the waves, but sadder still was the sight of the bridge, where some corpses, bound with ropes, were still lying. I counted five—four men, one of whom was standing at the helm, and a woman standing by the poop, holding an infant in her arms. She was quite young. I could distinguish her features, which the water had not decomposed, by the brilliant light from the Nautilus. In one despairing effort, she had raised her infant above her head—poor little thing!—whose arms encircled its mother’s neck. The attitude of the four sailors was frightful, distorted as they were by their convulsive movements, whilst making a last effort to free themselves from the cords that bound them to the vessel. The steersman alone, calm, with a grave, clear face, his grey hair glued to his forehead, and his hand clutching the wheel of the helm, seemed even then to be guiding the three broken masts through the depths of the ocean.
What a scene! We were dumb; our hearts beat fast before this shipwreck, taken as it were from life and photographed in its last moments. And I saw already, coming towards it with hungry eyes, enormous sharks, attracted by the human flesh.
However, the Nautilus, turning, went round the submerged vessel, and in one instant I read on the stern—“The Florida, Sunderland.”
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I found a cute hat today.
And I am completely devestated, because I didn't get it.
My one chance to have a nine fine irishmen hat, and I forgot to put it in the freaking cart, because my mom wanted me.
What even is life anymore
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This past Saturday (March 9th) we were in Las Vegas and watched some of the fundraising for the St. Baldrick’s Foundation ($500,000 Goal) at Nine Fine Irishmen-New York New York Hotel & Casino. The St. Baldrick’s Foundation is a volunteer-powered charity that funds more in childhood cancer research grants than any organization except the U.S. government. This was a real entertaining and fun event.
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“King of Don Jungle Had Gallon of Rum,” Toronto Star. September 29, 1931. Page 03.
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Kelly Fined $100 But His Friend Meighan Is Allowed Freedom
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Two Irishmen and a gallon of wine created such a disturbance in the ‘Don jungle’ of unemployed that Sergeant Wilkins charged John Kelly and Patrick Meighan, formerly ‘jungle’ denizens with vagrancy in county police court to-day. Both pleaded guilty, Kelly entering the same plea to a charge of illegally ‘having.’
Both men, Sergeant Wilkins said, had been ordered out of the ‘jungle’ by a constable, but, he said, they returned early to-day. Kelly, it is said, is known as the ‘King of the Jungle,’ but whether his return visit was for the purpose of laying siege to his throne or not, was not brought out. Suffice it to say that Sergt. Wilkins and constables Creighton and Dernsborough were called to remove ‘King Kelly’ and Meighan, exiling the monarch to a cell for hearing to-day.
Asked about the gallon of wine, Kelly admitted procuring it and taking it to the camp.
‘The men were warned to keep quiet,’ said Sergt. Wilkins, adding that during the uprising a shack owned by a Frenchman, and said to be one of the finest in the Don settlement, was burned to the ground, all its owner’s effects being destroyed.
‘Both men were under the influence of liquor,’ related Constable Creighton.
Asked if he had anything to say, Kelly replied: ‘I guess it’s useless.’ He had no liquor permit, he added. Kelly was fined $100 and costs or three months, taking the jail term.
‘How long have you been in Canada, Pat?’ the court asked Meighan. ‘Six years.’ ‘Have you been able to make a living?’ queried his worship. ‘I worked for 5 years in Montreal.’ For the last nine months, Meighan said, he had been living in the ‘jungle.’
‘But don’t go back there, and don’t get into any more trouble,’ the bench called after the retreating Meighan. With his hand on the door knob, the constable on duty there grinning broadly at him. Meighan replied that he would not.
#toronto#don valley#squatters#hobo jungle#hobos#king of the hobos#unemployment#unemployed#transients#single unemployed men#drunk and disorderly#causing a disturbance#vagrancy#criminalizing vagrancy#irish immigration to canada#sentenced to prison#toronto jail farm#great depression in canada#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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😍 Ahhhh yeahhh corned beef nachos & wings from Nine Fine Irishmen 🍽 (at Nine Fine Irishmen) https://www.instagram.com/p/COzsOzuByNo/?igshid=9ezgcdv9jmpi
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The boys will be at their mom’s tomorrow for St Patrick’s Day, so we had our Saint Patrick’s dinner this evening. 🍀
A little Irish stew, and I washed it down with a Stout in my Nine Fine Irishmen glass. Which is, in fact, the bar where I met their mother. (at Wizzo’s Home)
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9/11-9/13: Las Vegas, NV 2020
I am back, but back from where? Vegas of course. This last weekend was the perfect quiet moment to get away from the smoke of California and visit our old friend, Las Vegas. Drive up was pretty good and the air quality was much much better. But then again, who can breath when we are all wearing masks? But that is the case anywhere you go. But the parking is free. Yes I said free, for right now.
We normally stay at the Mirage, and thought about staying at Bellagio or Venetian (as we always end up there) but decided to try something new, New York New York! A classic Vegas hotel, like Paris, that stops time and takes you to a different city all together. I thought my husband was crazy for spending so much time looking up food before we left but he found an Irish Pub in New York New York called- Nine Fine Irishmen. My world was changed, when I tried Guinness Ganache. We ended up eating there twice, and the drinks are excellent, the food is amazing, and the atmosphere made my soul feel at home.
Next morning we could not break tradition in viewing the conservatory at Bellagio. Current theme is Japanese with Hello Kitty! So much work goes into the art there and it always such a pleasure to see. It’s almost disappointing in a way that every time you go there it is just excellent. I would be surprised to go and see anything but that. After that on to breakfast at Bouchon in Venetian. We ended up going twice, once each morning. The first morning we tried something different, normally ordering the “american breakfast”, and ordered Crab Eggs Benedict and Country Fried Steak and Eggs. Next day we ordered the American Breakfast, but found we liked the white sausage and eggs better. It was basically white pudding in sausage form? Amazing.
You gamble to shop right? We first went to the South Outlets, which are doing pretty good. Vegas, like anywhere else, is experiencing the slow death of retail but it was lines to get in the stores and fairly busy. We tried the North Outlets later, as it is usually the higher end version of the South Outlets and found less stores and less name brand stores. With less tourists, there were way more locals than I was used to seeing. I would not be surprised if the North Outlets were closed by the time we get back out there.
For dinner, we went to a place off the strip for some really really good steak. There was also a person sized portrait of Chris Farley as a french officer? It was an odd sight for sure. The bread was amazing, Salad was very refreshing, and dinner was Steak/Pork with Au Gratin Cauliflower. Soooo good. Highly recommended.
Next day was the leaving day but we had tried to schedule a visit to the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay and could not do so until late the last day. So before hitting the road, we walked through Shark Reef. It has been many years since I had gone with my family, when me and my cousins were all wee little lasses. Sharks were magnificent as always, and the octopus was sleeping in an adorable way. Nice to see it still there! Updated for the times of course with “Man is destroying nature signs”, not that they are wrong.
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Days 7 and 8 - Las Vegas and Arizona
My trip to Vegas actually started with a 2am run to Walgreens and then my body deciding I haven’t had a good strong charley horse in over a decade so it was about time
So this seems to be about when everyone goes to sleep.
One of the things I hear from people who have never been to Vegas is “I don’t know if I’d like it, I don’t gamble.” As someone who really likes this place, I only spend about 1% of my time gambling (or so I tell my parents)
(There’s no visual context for this picture so you can’t tell this slot machine is gigantic. The reel pull is about at level with my face)
That’s Vegas, though, everything is enormous. And there’s a ton of stuff you can see for free, and very cheap hotel rooms available on the strip! Each casino is practically its own world.
I like the mall at the Venetian because it has canals inside. You can buy a gondola ride on them
The Flamingo has a live bird habitat
Not free, but there’s a roller coaster at New York New York
There’s also tons of great food! I had Irish Nachos as Nine Fine Irishmen in New York New York
As well as stopped by a couple buffets
(Look ma I’m eating my vegetables)
Actually come to think of it, I ate healthier food in Vegas than I have the rest of the trip. Weird.
I picked up a traveling companion at the Flamingo! His name is Floyd.
Unfortunately I have no pictures at night because I ended up with what I think was heat exhaustion. I was going to avoid being out from lunch to sundown because 100 degrees is no place for me, but the morning was still baking and even though I made sure I had water and Powerade, apparently I didn’t get enough. I spent the second half of my time in my hotel room. Guess that means I gotta go back OH WHAT A SHAME
The next day I drove through Arizona and most of New Mexico.
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