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An Express of the Future
JULES VERNE
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"TAKE care!" cried my conductor, "there's a step!"
Safely descending the step thus indicated to me, I entered a vast
room,illuminated by blinding electric reflectors, the sound of our feet alone
breaking the solitude and silence of the place. Where was I? What had I
come there to do? Who was my mysterious guide? Questions unanswered. A long
walk in the night, iron doors opened and reclosed with a clang, stairs
descending, it seemed to me, deep into the earththat is all I
could remember. I had, however, no time for thinking.
"No doubt you are asking yourself who I am?" said my guide: "Colonel Pierce,
at your service. Where are you? In America, at Bostonin a station."
"A station?"
"Yes, the startingpoint of the `Boston to Liverpool Pneumatic Tubes Company.'"
And, with an explanatory gesture, the Colonel pointed out to me two long iron
cylinders, about a metre and a half in diameter, lying upon the ground a few
paces off.
I looked at these two cylinders, ending on the right in a mass of masonry, and
closed on the left with heavy metallic caps, from which a cluster of tubes
were carried up to the roof; and suddenly I comprehended the purpose of all
this.
Had I not, a short time before, read, in an American newspaper, an article
describing this extraordinary project for linking Europe with the New World by
means of two gigantic submarines tubes? An inventor had claimed to have
accomplished the task; and that inventor, Colonel Pierce, I had before me.
In thought I realized the newspaper article.
Complaisantly the journalist entered into the details of the enterprise. He
stated that more than 3,000 miles of iron tubes, weighing over 13,000,000
tons, were required, with the number of ships necessary, for the transport of
this materialó00 ships of 2,000 tons, each making thirtythree voyages. He
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described this
Armada of science bearing the steel to two special vessels, on board of which
the ends of the tubes were joined to each other, and incased in a triple
netting of iron, the whole covered with a resinous preparation to preserve it
from the action of the seawater.
Coming at once to the question of working, he filled the tubestransformed into
a sort of peashooter of interminable lengthwith a series of carriages, to be
carried with their travellers by powerful currents of air, in the same way
that despatches are conveyed pneumatically round Paris.
A parallel with the railways closed the article, and the author enumerated
with enthusiasm the advantages of the new and audacious system. According to
him, there would be, in passing through these tubes, a
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suppression of all nervous trepidation, thanks to the interior surface being
of finely polished steel; equality of temperature secured by means of currents
of air, by which the heat could be modified according to the seasons;
incredibly low fares, owing to the cheapness of construction and working
expensesforgetting, or waving aside, all considerations of the question of
gravitation and of wear and tear.
All that now came back to my mind.
So, then, this "Utopia" had become a reality, and these two cylinders of iron
at my feet passed thence under the Atlantic and reached to the coast of
England!
In spite of the evidence, I could not bring myself to believe in the thing
having been done. That the tubes had been laid I could not doubt; but that men
could travel by this routenever!
"Was it not impossible even to obtain a current of air of that length?"I
expressed that opinion aloud.
"Quite easy, on the contrary!" protested Colonel Pierce; "to obtain it, all
that is required is a great number of steam fans similar to those used in
blast furnaces. The air is driven by them with a force which is practically
unlimited, propelling it at the speed of 1,800 kilometres an houralmost that
of a cannonball!so that our carriages with their travellers, in the space of
two hours and forty minutes, accomplish the journey between
Boston and Liverpool."
"Eighteen hundred kilometres an hour!" I exclaimed.
"Not one less. And what extraordinary consequences arise from such a rate of
speed! The time at Liverpool being four hours and forty minutes in advance of
ours, a traveller starting from Boston at nine o'clock in the morning, arrives
in England at 3.53 in the afternoon. Isn't that a journey quickly made? In
another sense, on the contrary, our trains, in this latitude, gain over the
sun more than 900 kilometres an hour, beating that planet hand over hand:
quitting Liverpool at noon, for example, the traveller will reach the station
where we now are at thirtyfour minutes past nine in the morningthat is to say,
earlier than he started! Ha! Ha! I don't think one can travel quicker than
that!"
I did not know what to think. Was I talking with a madman?or must I credit
these fabulous theories, in spite of the objections which rose in my mind?
"Very well, so be it!" I said. "I will admit that travellers may take this
madbrained route, and that you can obtain this incredible speed. But, when you
have got this speed, how do you check it? When you come to a stop, everything
must be shattered to pieces!"
"Not at all," replied the Colonel, shrugging his shoulders. "Between our
tubesone for the out, the other for the home journeyconsequently worked by
currents going in opposite directionsa communication exists at every joint.
When a train is approaching, an electric spark advertises us of the fact; left
to itself, the train would continue its course by reason of the speed it had
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acquired; but, simply by the turning of a handle, we are able to let in the
opposing current of compressed air from the parallel tube, and, little by
little, reduce to nothing the final shock or stopping. But what is the use of
all these explanations? Would not a trial be a hundred timesbetter?"
And, without waiting for an answer to his questions, the Colonel pulled
sharply a bright brass knob projecting from the side of one of the tubes: a
panel slid smoothly in its grooves, and in the opening left by its removal I
perceived a row of seats, on each of which two persons might sit comfortably
side by side.
"The carriage!" exclaimed the Colonel. "Come in."
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I followed him without offering any objection, and the panel immediately slid
back into its place.
By the light of an electric lamp in the roof I carefully examined the carriage
I was in.
Nothing could be more simple: a long cylinder, comfortably upholstered, along
which some fifty armchairs, in pairs, were ranged in twentyfive parallel
ranks. At either end a valve regulated the atmospheric pressure, that at the
farther end allowing breathable air to enter the carriage, that in front
allowing for the discharge of any excess beyond a normal pressure.
After spending a few moments on this examination, I became impatient.
"Well," I said, "are we not going to start?"
"Going to start?" cried the Colonel. "We have started!"
Startedlike thatwithout the least jerk, was it possible? I listened
attentively, trying to detect a sound of some kind that might have guided me.
If we had really startedif the Colonel had not deceived me in talking of a
speed of eighteen hundred kilometres an hourwe must already be far from any
land, under the sea; above our heads the huge, foamcrested waves; even at that
moment, perhaps taking it for a monstrous seaserpent of an unknown kindwhales
were battering with their powerful tails our long, iron prison!
But I heard nothing but a dull rumble, produced, no doubt, by the passage of
our carriage, and, plunged in boundless astonishment, unable to believe in the
reality of all that had happened to me, I sat silently, allowing the time to
pass.
At the end of about an hour, a sense of freshness upon my forehead suddenly
aroused me from the torpor into which I had sunk by degrees.
I raised my hand to my brow: it was moist.
Moist! Why was that? Had the tube burst under pressure of the watersa pressure
which could not but be formidable, since it increases at the rate of "an
atmosphere" every ten metres of depth? Had the ocean broken in upon us?
Fear seized upon me. Terrified, I tried to call outandand I found myself in my
garden, generously sprinkled by a driving rain, the big drops of which had
awakened me. I had simply fallen asleep while reading the article devoted by
an American journalist to the fantastic projects of Colonel Piercewho, also, I
much fear, has only dreamed.
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