I suppose Professor Liedenbrock was of my opinion too and even shared my fears. For after having examined the pic, his eyes traversed the ocean from side to side. Tuesday, August eighteenth. During his watch, I slept. Two hours afterwards, a terrible shock awoke me. The raft was heaved up on a watery mountain and pitched down again at a distance of twenty fathoms. There's a whale, a whale, cried the professor. Flight was out of the question now. The reptiles rose. They wheeled around our little raft with a rapidity greater than that of express trains. Two monsters only were creating all this commotion and before my eyes are two reptiles of the primitive world. I can distinguish the eye of the ichthyosaurus glowing like a red hot coal and as large as a man's head. Its jaw is enormous and according to naturalists it is armed with no less than one hundred and eighty two teeth. Those huge creatures attacked each other with the greatest animosity. Suddenly the ichthyosaurus and the plesiosaurus disappear below leaving a whirlpool eddying in the water. As for the ichthyosaurus, has he returned to his submarine cavern? The roarings become lost in the distance. The weather, if we may use the term, will change before long. The atmosphere is charged with vapors pervaded with the electricity generated by the evaporation of saline waters. The electric light can scarcely penetrate through the dense curtain which is dropped over the theatre on which the battle of the elements is about to be waged. The air is heavy. The sea is calm.