The Eternal Adam and other stories

by Jules Vernes

  The multitude, half deceived, showed not a little ill-humour. I did not hesitate to ascend alone. In order to re-establish the equilibrium between the specific gravity of the balloon and the weight which had thus proved wanting, I replaced my companions by more sacks of sand, and got into the car. The twelve men who held the balloon by twelve cords fastened to the equatorial circle, let them slip a little between their fingers, and the balloon rose several feet higher. There was not a breath of wind, and the atmosphere was so leaden that it seemed to forbid the ascent.

  ‘Is everything ready?’ I cried.

  The men put themselves in readiness. A last glance told me that I might go.

  ‘Attention!’

  There was a movement in the crowd, which seemed to be invading the enclosure.

  ‘Let go!’

  The balloon rose slowly, but I experienced a shock which threw me to the bottom of the car.

  When I got up, I found myself face to face with an unexpected fellow-voyager, – the pale young man.

  ‘Monsieur, I salute you,’ said he, with the utmost coolness.

  ‘By what right -’

  ‘Am I here? By the right which the impossibility of your getting rid of me confers.’

  I was amazed! His calmness put me out of countenance, and I had nothing to reply. I looked at the intruder but he took no notice of my astonishment.

  ‘Does my weight disarrange your equilibrium, monsieur?’ he asked. ‘You will permit me -’

  And without waiting for my consent, he relieved the balloon of two bags, which he threw into space.

  ‘Monsieur,’ said I, taking the only course now possible, ‘you have come; very well, you will remain; but to me alone belongs the management of the balloon.’

  ‘Monsieur,’ said he, ‘your urbanity is French all over: it comes from my own country. I morally press the hand you refuse me. Make all precautions, and act as seems best to you. I will wait till you have done -’

  ‘For what?’

  ‘To talk with you.’

  The barometer had fallen to twenty-six inches. We were nearly 600 yards above the city; but nothing betrayed the horizontal displacement of the balloon, for the mass of air in which it is enclosed goes forward with it. A sort of confused glow enveloped the objects spread out under us, and unfortunately obscured their outline.

  I examined my companion afresh.

  He was a man of thirty years, simply clad. The sharpness of his features betrayed an indomitable energy, and he seemed very muscular. Indifferent to the astonishment he created, he remained motionless, trying to distinguish the objects which were vaguely confused below us.

  ‘Miserable mist!’ said he, after a few moments.

  I did not reply.

  ‘You owe me a grudge?’ he went on. ‘Bah! I could not pay for my journey, and it was necessary to take you by surprise.’

  ‘Nobody asks you to descend, monsieur!’

  ‘Eh, do you not know, then, that the same thing happened to the Counts of Laurencin and Dampierre, when they ascended at Lyons, on the 15th of January, 1784? A young merchant, named Fontaine, scaled the gallery, at the risk of capsizing the machine. He accomplished the journey, and nobody died of it!’

  ‘Once on the ground, we will have an explanation,’ replied I, piqued at the light tone in which he spoke.

  ‘Bah! Do not let us think of our return.’

  ‘Do you think, then, that I shall not hasten to descend?’

  ‘Descend!’ said he, in surprise. ‘Descend? Let us begin by first ascending.’

  And before I could prevent it, two more bags had been thrown over the car, without even having been emptied.

  ‘Monsieur!’ cried I, in a rage.

  ‘I know your ability,’ replied the unknown quietly, ‘and your fine ascents are famous. But if Experience is the sister of Practice, she is also a cousin of Theory, and I have studied the aerial art long. It has got into my head!’ he added sadly, falling into a silent reverie.

  The balloon, having risen some distance farther, now became stationary. The unknown consulted the barometer, and said, —

  ‘Here we are, at 800 yards. Men are like insects. See! I think we should always contemplate them from this height, to judge correctly of their proportions. The Place de la Comedie is transformed into an immense ant-hill. Observe the crowd which is gathered on the quays; and the mountains also get smaller and smaller. We are over the cathedral. The Main is only a line, cutting the city in two, and the bridge seems a thread thrown between the two banks of the river.’

  The atmosphere became somewhat chilly.

  ‘There is nothing I would not do for you, my host,’ said the unknown. ‘If you are cold, I will take oil my coat and lend it to you.’

  ‘Thanks,’ said I dryly.

  ‘Bah! Necessity makes law. Give me your hand. I am your fellow-countryman; you will learn something in my company, and my conversation will indemnify you for the trouble I have given you.’

  I sat down, without replying, at the opposite extremity of the car. The young man had taken a voluminous manuscript from his greatcoat. It was an essay on ballooning.

  ‘I possess,’ said he, ‘the most curious collection of engravings and caricatures extant concerning aerial manias. How people admired and scoffed at the same time at this precious discovery! We are happily no longer in the age in which Montgolfier tried to make artificial clouds with steam, or a gas having electrical properties, produced by the combustion of moist straw and chopped-up wool.’

  ‘Do you wish to depreciate the talent of the inventors?’ I asked, for I had resolved to enter into the adventure. ‘Was it not good to have proved by experience the possibility of rising in the air?’

  ‘Ah, monsieur, who denies the glory of the first aerial navigators? It required immense courage to rise by means of those frail envelopes which only contained heated air. But I ask you, has the aerial science made great progress since Blanchard’s ascensions, that is, since nearly a century ago? Look here, monsieur.’

  The unknown took an engraving from his portfolio.

  ‘Here,’ said he, ‘is the first aerial voyage undertaken by Pilatre des Rosiers and the Marquis d’Arlandes, four months after the discovery of balloons. Louis XVI refused to consent to the venture, and two men who were condemned to death were the first to attempt the aerial ascent. Pilatre des Rosiers became indignant at this injustice, and, by means of intrigues, obtained permission to make the experiment. The car, which renders the management easy, had not then been invented, and a circular gallery was placed around the lower and contracted part of the Montgolfier balloon. The two aeronauts must then remain motionless at each extremity of this gallery, for the moist straw which filled it forbade them all motion. A chafing-dish with fire was suspended below the orifice of the balloon; when the aeronauts wished to rise, they threw straw upon this brazier, at the risk of setting fire to the balloon, and the air, more heated, gave it fresh ascending power. The two bold travellers rose, on the 21st of November, 1783, from the Muette Gardens, which the dauphin had put at their disposal. The balloon went up majestically, passed over the Isle of Swans, crossed the Seine at the Conference barrier, and, drifting between the dome of the Invalides and the Military School, approached the Church of Saint Sulpice. Then the aeronauts added to the fire, crossed the Boulevard, and descended beyond the Enfer barrier. As it touched the soil, the balloon collapsed, and for a few moments buried Pilatre des Rosiers under its folds.’

  ‘Unlucky augury,’ I said, interested in the story, which affected me nearly.

  ‘An augury of the catastrophe which was later to cost this unfortunate man his life,’ replied the unknown sadly. ‘Have you never experienced anything like it?’

  ‘Never.’

  ‘Bah! Misfortunes sometimes occur unforeshadowed!’ added my companion.

  He then remained silent.

  Meanwhile we were advancing southward, and Frankfort had already passed from beneath us.

  ‘Perhaps w
e shall have a storm,’ said the young man.

  ‘We shall descend before that,’ I replied.

  ‘Indeed! It is better to ascend. We shall escape it more surely.’

  And two more bags of sand were hurled into space.

  The balloon rose rapidly, and stopped at 1,200 yards. I became colder; and yet the sun’s rays, falling upon the surface, expanded the gas within, and gave it a greater ascending force.

  ‘Fear nothing,’ said the unknown. ‘We have still 3,500 fathoms of breathing air. Besides, do not trouble yourself about what I do.’

  I would have risen, but a vigorous hand held me to my seat.

  ‘Your name?’ I asked.

  ‘My name? What matters it to you?’

  ‘I demand your name!’

  ‘My name is Erostratus or Empedocles, whichever you choose!’

  This reply was far from reassuring.

  The unknown, besides, talked with such strange coolness that I anxiously asked myself whom I had to deal with.

  ‘Monsieur,’ he continued, ‘nothing original has been imagined since the physicist Charles. Four months after the discovery of balloons, this able man had invented the valve, which permits the gas to escape when the balloon is too full, or when you wish to descend; the car. which aids the management of the machine: the netting, which holds the envelope of the balloon, and divides the weight over its whole surface; the ballast, which enables you to ascend, and to choose the place of your landing; the india-rubber coating, which renders the tissue impermeable: the barometer, which shows the height attained. Lastly, Charles used hydrogen, which, fourteen times lighter than air, permits you to penetrate to the highest atmospheric regions, and does not expose you to the dangers of a combustion in the air. On the 1st of December, 1783, 300,000 spectators were crowded around the Tuileries. Charles rose, and the soldiers presented arms to him. He travelled nine leagues in the air, conducting his balloon with an ability not surpassed by modern aeronauts. The king awarded him a pension of 2,000 livres; for then they encouraged new inventions.’

  The unknown now seemed to be under the influence of considerable agitation.

  ‘Monsieur,’ he resumed, ‘I have studied this, and I am convinced that the first aeronauts guided their balloons. Without speaking of Blanchard, whose assertions may be received with doubt, Guyton-Morveaux, by the aid of oars and rudder, made his machine answer to the helm, and take the direction he determined on. More recently, M. Julien, a watchmaker, made some convincing experiments at the Hippodrome, in Paris; for, by a special mechanism, his aerial apparatus, oblong in form, went visibly against the wind. It occurred to M. Petin to place four hydrogen balloons together; and, by means of sails hung horizontally and partly folded, he hopes to be able to disturb the equilibrium, and, thus inclining the apparatus, to convey it in an oblique direction. They speak, also, of forces to overcome the resistance of currents, – for instance, the screw; but the screw, working on a moveable centre, will give no result. I, monsieur, have discovered the only means of guiding balloons; and no academy has come to my aid, no city has filled up subscriptions for me, no government has thought fit to listen to me! It is infamous!’

  The unknown gesticulated fiercely, and the car underwent violent oscillations. I had much trouble in calming him.

  Meanwhile the balloon had entered a more rapid current, and we advanced south, at 1,500 yards above the earth.

  ‘See, there is Darmstadt,’ said my companion, leaning over the car. ‘Do you perceive the château? Not very distinctly, eh? What would you have? The heat of the storm makes the outline of objects waver, and you must have a skilled eye to recognise localities.’

  ‘Are you certain it is Darmstadt?’ I asked.

  ‘I am sure of it. We are now six leagues from Frankfort.’

  ‘Then we must descend.’

  ‘Descend! You would not go down on the steeples,’ said the unknown, with a chuckle.

  ‘No, but in the suburbs of the city.’

  Well, let us avoid the steeples!’

  So speaking, my companion seized some bags of ballast. I hastened to prevent him; but he overthrew me with one hand, and the unballasted balloon ascended to 2,000 yards.

  ‘Rest easy,’ said he, ‘and do not forget that Brioschi, Biot, Gay-Lussac, Bixio, and Barral ascended to still greater heights to make their scientific experiments.’

  ‘Monsieur, we must descend,’ I resumed, trying to persuade him by gentleness. ‘The storm is gathering around us. It would be more prudent -’

  ‘Bah! We will mount higher than the storm, and then we shall no longer fear it!’ cried my companion. ‘What is nobler than to overlook the clouds which oppress the earth? Is it not an honour thus to navigate on aerial billows? The greatest men have travelled as we are doing. The Marchioness and Countess de Montalembert, the Countess of Podenas, Mademoiselle la Garde, the Marquis de Montalembert, rose from the Faubourg Saint-Antoine for these unknown regions, and the Duke de Chartres exhibited much skill and presence of mind in his ascent on the 15th of July, 1784. At Lyons, the Counts of Laurencin and Dampierre; at Nantes, M. de Luynes; at Bordeaux, D’Arbelet des Granges: in Italy, the Chevalier Andreani; in our own time, the Duke of Brunswick, – have all left the traces of their glory in the air. To equal these great personages, we must penetrate still higher than they into the celestial depths! To approach the infinite is to comprehend it!’

  The rarefaction of the air was fast expanding the hydrogen in the balloon, and I saw its lower part, purposely left empty, swell out, so that it was absolutely necessary to open the valve; but my companion did not seem to intend that I should manage the balloon as I wished. I then resolved to pull the valve cord secretly, as he was excitedly talking; for I feared to guess with whom I had to deal. It would have been too horrible! It was nearly a quarter before one. We had been gone forty minutes from Frankfort; heavy clouds were coming against the wind from the south, and seemed about to burst upon us.

  ‘Have you lost all hope of succeeding in your project?’ I asked with anxious interest.

  ‘All hope!’ exclaimed the unknown in a low voice. ‘Wounded by slights and caricatures, these asses’ kicks have finished me! It is the eternal punishment reserved for innovators! Look at these caricatures of all periods, of which my portfolio is full.’

  While my companion was fumbling with his papers, I had seized the valve-cord without his perceiving it. I feared, however, that he might hear the hissing noise, like a water-course, which the gas makes in escaping.

  ‘How many jokes were made about the Abbé Miolan!’ said he. ‘He was to go up with Janninet and Bredin. During the filling their balloon caught fire, and the ignorant populace tore it in pieces! Then this caricature of "curious animals" appeared, giving each of them a punning nickname.’

  I pulled the valve-cord, and the barometer began to ascend. It was time. Some far-off rumblings were heard in the south.

  ‘Here is another engraving,’ resumed the unknown, not suspecting what I was doing. ‘It is an immense balloon carrying a ship, strong castles, houses, and so on. The caricaturists did not suspect that their follies would one day become truths. It is complete, this large vessel. On the left is its helm, with the pilot’s box; at the prow are pleasure-houses, an immense organ, and a cannon to call the attention of the inhabitants of the earth or the moon; above the poop there are the observatory and the balloon long-boat; in the equatorial circle, the army barrack; on the left, the funnel: then the upper galleries for promenading, sails, pinions; below, the cafés and general storehouse. Observe this pompous announcement: "Invented for the happiness of the human race, this globe will depart at once for the ports of the Levant, and on its return the programme of its voyages to the two poles and the extreme west will be announced. No one need furnish himself with anything; everything is foreseen, and all will prosper. There will be a uniform price for all places of destination, it will be the same for the most distant countries of our hemisphere – that is to say, 1,000 louis for one
of any of the said journeys. And it must be confessed that this sum is very moderate, when the speed, comfort, and arrangements which will be enjoyed on the balloon are considered – arrangements which are not to be found on land, while on the balloon each passenger may consult his own habits and tastes. This is so true that in the same place some will be dancing, others standing; some will be enjoying delicacies; others fasting. Whoever desires the society of wits may satisfy himself: whoever is stupid may find stupid people to keep him company. Thus pleasure will be the soul of the aerial company." All this provoked laughter: but before long, if I am not cut off, they will see it all realised.’

  We were visibly descending. He did not perceive it!

  ‘This kind of "game at balloons",’ he resumed, spreading out before me some of the engravings of his valuable collection, ‘this game contains the entire history of the aerostatic art. It is used by elevated minds, and is played with dice and counters, with whatever stakes you like, to be paid or received according to where the player arrives.’

  ‘Why,’ said I, ‘you seem to have studied the science of aerostation profoundly.’

  ‘Yes, monsieur, yes! From Phaethon, Icarus, Architas, I have searched for, examined, learnt everything. I could render immense services to the world in this art, if God granted me life. But that will not be!’

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Because my name is Empedocles, or Erostratus.’

  Meanwhile, the balloon was happily approaching the earth; but when one is falling, the danger is as great at a hundred feet as at 5,000.

  ‘Do you recall the battle of Fleurus?’ resumed my companion, whose face became more and more animated. ‘It was at that battle that Contello, by order of the Government, organised a company of balloonists. At the siege of Manbenge General Jourdan derived so much service from this new method of observation that Contello ascended twice a day with the general himself. The communications between the aeronaut and his agents who held the balloon were made by means of small white, red, and yellow flags. Often the gun and cannon shot were directed upon the balloon when he ascended, but without result. When General Jourdan was preparing to invest Charleroi, Contello went into the vicinity, ascended from the plain of Jumet, and continued his observations for seven or eight hours with General Morlot, and this no doubt aided in giving us the victory of Fleurus. General Jourdan publicly acknowledged the help which the aeronautical observations had afforded him. Well, despite the services rendered on that occasion and during the Belgian campaign, the year which had seen the beginning of the military career of balloons saw also its end. The school of Meudon, founded by the Government, was closed by Buonaparte on his return from Egypt. And now, what can you expect from the new-born infant? as Franklin said. The infant was born alive; it should not be stifled!’