A Journey to the Centre of the Earth

is number V002 in the Taves and Michaluk numbering of the works of Jules Verne. First published in England by Griffith and Farran, 1871, this edition is not a translation at all but a complete re-write of the novel, with portions added and omitted, and names changed. The most reprinted version, it is entered into Project Gutenberg for reference purposes only. A better translation is A Journey into the Interior of the Earth translated by Rev. F. A. Malleson, also available on Project Gutenberg. ] Table of Contents CHAPTER 1 MY UNCLE MAKES A GREAT DISCOVERY CHAPTER 8 THE EIDER-DOWN HUNTER—OFF AT LAST CHAPTER 9 OUR START—WE MEET WITH ADVENTURES BY THE WAY CHAPTER 11 WE REACH MOUNT SNEFFELS—THE "REYKIR" CHAPTER 17 DEEPER AND DEEPER—THE COAL MINE CHAPTER 19 THE WESTERN GALLERY—A NEW ROUTE CHAPTER 20 WATER, WHERE IS IT? A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT CHAPTER 39 THE EXPLOSION AND ITS RESULTS MY UNCLE MAKES A GREAT DISCOVERY Looking back to all that has occurred to me since that eventful day, I am scarcely able to believe in the reality of my adventures. They were truly so wonderful that even now I am bewildered when I think of them. My uncle was a German, having married my mother's sister, an Englishwoman. Being very much attached to his fatherless nephew, he invited me to study under him in his home in the fatherland. This home was in a large town, and my uncle a professor of philosophy, chemistry, geology, mineralogy, and many other ologies. One day, after passing some hours in the laboratory—my uncle being absent at the time—I suddenly felt the necessity of renovating the tissues— i.e. , I was hungry, and was about to rouse up our old French cook, when my uncle, Professor Von Hardwigg, suddenly opened the street door, and came rushing upstairs. Now Professor Hardwigg, my worthy uncle, is by no means a bad sort of man; he is, however, choleric and original. To bear with him means to obey; and scarcely had his heavy feet resounded within our joint domicile than he shouted for me to attend upon him. "Harry—Harry—Harry—" I hastened to obey, but before I could reach his room, jumping three steps at a time, he was stamping his right foot upon the landing. "Harry!" he cried, in a frantic tone, "are you coming up?" Now to tell the truth, at that moment I was…