Music Welcome to snoozecast, the podcast designed to help you fall asleep. Find a sense snoozecast.com and if you enjoy our show, please share us with a friend. This episode is brought to you by a flight of sea swallows. Tonight, we'll read the next part to 20,000 leagues under the sea, a classic science fiction adventure novel by French writer Jules Verne. In the last episode, it's the new year, and Aranax keeps himself busy studying on the submarine as usual. The Nautilus enters dangerous waters and gets stuck on a reef. Seeing as they're already stuck on land, land. Ned and Konsey convince Aaron X to ask Nemo to let them go ashore to explore, hunt and reconnect with someone ground. Let's get cozy, close your eyes. I like your eyes.

Relax your body and with the softness of your bed.

Now take a few deep breaths. to my great surprise. Captain Nemo gave me the permission I asked for, and he gave it very agreeably, without even exacting from me a promise to return to the vessel. But flight across New Guinea might be

very perilous, and I should not have counseled that land to attempt it. Better to be a prisoner on board the Nontalus than the Resket. At eight o'clock armed with guns and hatchets, we got off the Anonilus. The sea was pretty calm, a slight breeze blew on land. Conce and I were rowing. We sped along quickly, and net steered in the straight passage that the breakers left between them. The boat was well handled and moved rapidly. That land could not restrain his joy. He was like a prisoner that had escaped from prison, and knew not that it was necessary to re-enter it. I said, I do not say that fish is not good, we must not abuse it, but a piece of fresh venison grilled on live coals will agreeably vary our ordinary course. Glutton said Kahnze, he makes my mouth water. It remains to be seen, I said, if these forests are full of game, and if the game is not such as Will hunt the hunter himself. And Will said, as your Aeronax replied the Canadian, whose teeth seemed sharpened like the edge of a hatchet.

But I will eat a tiger, loin of tiger, if there is no other quadri-pred on this island. Friend and Ned is uneasy about it, said Kansai. Whatever it may be, continued in that land, every animal with four paws without feathers

or with two paws without feathers, will be saluted by my first shot. Very well, masterlands and prudences are beginning. Never fear Monsieur Arenaxe, replied the Canadian. I do not want 25 minutes to offer you a dish of my sort. At half past eight, the Nautilus boat ran softly a ground on a heavy sand. After having happily passed the coral reef, that surrounds the island of Gilboa. Chapter 20 A few days on land. I was much impressed on touching land. That land tried the soil with its feet as if to take possession of it. However, it was only two months before that we had become, according to Captain Nemo, passengers on board the Nautilus, but in reality, prisoners of its commander. In a few minutes, we were within musket shot of the coast. The home horizon was hidden behind a beautiful curtain of forests.

A enormous tree. We were within musket shot of the coast. The whole horizon was hidden behind a beautiful curtain of forests. Enormous trees, the trunks of which attained a height of 200 feet, were tied to each other by garlands of birdweed, real natural hammocks, which a light breeze rocked. They were mimosas, figs, hibiscus and palm trees mingled together in profusion and under the shelter of their verdant vault grew orchards, plants and ferns. But without noticing all these beautiful specimens of Papu and Flora, the Canadian abandoned the agreeable for the useful. He discovered a cocoa tree, beat down some of the fruit, broke them, and we drunk the milk and ate the nut when

the satisfaction that protested against the ordinary food on the Nautilus.

Excellent.

Said that land.

Xquizit replied Kahn Say.

And I do not think said the Canadian that he would object to our introducing a cargo

of coconuts on board. And, I do not think," said the Canadian, that he would object to our introducing a cargo

of coconuts on board. I do not think he would, but he would not taste them. So much the worst for him," said Konsei. And so much the better for us, replied Nedland.

There will be more for us. One word only, Masterland. I said to the Arpuner who was beginning to ravage another coconut tree. Coconut's are good things, but before filling the canoe with them, it would be wise to recognize and see if the island is not produced some substance not less useful. Fresh vegetables would be welcome on board the not-alus. Master is right, replied Konsei, and I propose to reserve three places in our vessel, one

for fruits, the other for vegetables, and the third for venison, of which I have not yet seen the smallest specimen. "'Con say, we must not despair,' said the Canadian.

"'Let us continue,' I returned, and lie in w- "'Concée, we must not despair,' said the Canadian.

"'Let us continue,' I returned, and lie in wait. Although the island seems uninhabited, it might still contain some individuals that would be less hard than we on the nature of game." While we were talking thus, we were penetrating the somber arches of the forest, and for two hours we surveyed it in all directions. Chance rewarded our search for edible vegetables, and one of the most useful products of the tropical zones furnished us with precious food that we missed on board. I would speak of the breadfruit tree, very abundant in the island of Gilboa, and I remarked chiefly the variety, destitute of seeds, which bears in Malaya the name of Rema. That land knew these fruits well. He had already eaten many during his numerous voyages, and he knew how to prepare the eatable substance. Moreover, the sight of them excited him, and he could contain himself no longer. I shall die if I do not taste a little of this breadfruit pie." Tasted friend Ned, tasted as you want, we are here to make experiments. make them. It won't take long," said the Canadian.

And provided with a lentil, he lighted a fire of dead wood that crackled joyously. During this time, Konsei and I chose the best fruits of the breadfruit. Some had not then attained a sufficient degree of maturity, and their thick skin covered a white, but rather fibrous pulp. Others, the greater number yellow and gelatinous, waited only to be picked. These fruits enclosed no kernel. Conce brought a dozen to that land, who placed them on a coal fire after having cut them in thick slices, and while doing this, repeating. You'll see. You'll see how good this bread is. More so when one has been deprived of it so long, it is not even bred, Adity, but a delicate pastry. You have eaten none? No, Ned, very well. Prepare yourself for a juicy thing. If you do not come for more, I am no longer the king of Harpooners. After some minutes, the part of the fruits that was exposed to the fire was completely roasted. The interior looked like a white pastry, a sort of soft crumb, the flavor of which was like that of an artichoke. It must be confessed, this bread was excellent, and I ate of it with great relish. What time is it now, asked the Canadian? Two o'clock at least replied Konsei. time flies on firm ground, side, and land. Let us be off, replied Conce. We returned through the forest and completed our collection by a raid upon the cabbage palms that we gathered from the tops of the trees, little beans that I recognized as the uproar of the malaise and yams of a superior quality. We were loaded when we reached the boat, but Nedland did not find his provisions sufficient. Fate, however, favored us. Just as we were pushing off, he perceived several trees from 25 to 30 feet high, a species of palm tree. At last, at 5 o'clock in the evening, loaded with our riches, we quitted the shore, and half an hour after we hailed the Nondelus. No one appeared on our arrival. The enormous iron-plated cylinder seemed deserted. The provisions embarked. I descended to my chamber, and after supper

slept soundly. The next day, 6th of January, nothing knew one board. Not a sound inside, not a sign of life. The boat rested along the edge, in the same place in which we

had left it. We resolved to return to the island. That land hoped to be more fortunate than on the

day before, with regard to the hunt, and wished to visit another part of the forest. At dawn we set off. The boat carried on by the waves that flowed to shore, reached the island in a few minutes. We landed and thinking that it was better to give in the Canadian, we followed Nedland, whose long limbs threatened to distance us. He wound up the coast towards the west, then, boarding some torrents, he gained the high plane that was bordered with admirable forests. Kingfishers were rambling along the water courses, but they would not let themselves be approached. Their circumspection proved to me that these birds knew what to expect from bipeds of our species, and I concluded that if the island was not inhabited, at least human beings occasionally frequented

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