A WALK ON THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA This cell was, to speak correctly, the arsenal and wardrobe of the Nautilus. A dozen diving apparatuses hung from the partition, waiting our use. Ned Land, on seeing them, showed evident repugnance to dress himself in one. “But, my worthy Ned, the forests of the Island of Crespo are nothing but submarine forests.” “Good!” said the disappointed harpooner, who saw his dreams of fresh meat fade away. “And you, M. Aronnax, are you going to dress yourself in those clothes?” “There is no alternative, Master Ned.” “As you please, sir,” replied the harpooner, shrugging his shoulders; “but as for me, unless I am forced, I will never get into one.” “No one will force you, Master Ned,” said Captain Nemo. “Is Conseil going to risk it?” asked Ned. “I follow my master wherever he goes,” replied Conseil. At the Captain’s call two of the ship’s crew came to help us to dress in these heavy and impervious clothes, made of india-rubber without seam, and constructed expressly to resist considerable pressure. One would have thought it a suit of armour, both supple and resisting. This suit formed trousers and waistcoat. The trousers were finished off with thick boots, weighted with heavy leaden soles.