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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
"Yes, it had gone mad! We were not going north, south, east, or west. As we rose in that passage, we heard many explosions, which sounded quite frightening.
“Uncle, uncle! " I cried- ,”We’re going to die! ”
"Now what are you afraid of?'' he replied calmly. "What’s the matter?"
"What's the matter? Look at those walls and the falling rock! And the heat, the boiling water, the thick air! These are all signs of an earthquake!''
My uncle disagreed.
"An earthquake?" he said.
"Yes! “
"I think you’re mistaken.”
"No, I'm expecting something better than an earthquake." 
“What?”
“An explosion'. We're going to rise into a volcano, Axel!"
"A volcano?'*
“Yes, I think so,” the professor said with a smile. "And it's the best thing that could happen to us. We're going to be thrown out of a volcano! This is our only chance of getting back to the surface of the earth."
My uncle was right and he spoke so calmly. We were still going up all night. There was boiling water under the raft, and under the water was hot lava waiting to escape from a volcano. We were certainly in the northern region, as the instrument showed we were going north now.
Toward morning, we began moving faster. As we came closer to the surface, the heat became greater because there was more lava under us, pushing the heat towards us. Then, I suddenly saw some light. I could see fire on the walls,
“Look, uncle, look!” I cried.
Those are perfectly natural in a volcano during an explosion. The walls are widening, so we’ll be able to stay away from the fire. Now, there is no longer water, only fire-hot lava under us,"
At about eight in the morning, the raft suddenly stopped for the first time. We were no longer moving.
"What's happened?" I asked.
"We've stopped, but don't worry, we'll soon be going to the opening of the volcano again.”
Soon enough, the raft did begin moving again, but often stopped for a few moments at a time. We were then moving quickly. We all had to hold on to the raft, or we would have fallen off, Hans’s strong arms save me more than once from hitting the wall. Therefore, my memory of the event is not clear during the next few hours. The last memory I have of being in that volcano was feeling like I was being pushed towards my death of being burned.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
When I opened my eyes again, Hans' strong arm was holding on to me, With his other arm. he was supporting my uncle. I wasn't badly hurt* but tired and hungry, I was lying on the side of a mountain, Hans had rescued me from death after I had come out of the mountain.
“Where are we? * my uncle asked, looking annoyed.
“In Iceland/' I answered.
“Nej”Hans said.
"What do you mean, 'no'?” the professor asked.
“Hans is misiaken/' I said.
I was shocked to feel the strong heat and see olive trees, only grown in warm climates, not Iceland. After walking for two hours, we saw a young child walking. He looked frightened to see us, and started to run away. Hans ran after him and brought him back. My uncle tried speaking to him in German, but the boy said nothing. Then he tried English, French, and finally Italian, The boy then responded that we were in Slromboli in Italy.
We were astonished. Ah, what a journey! What a wonderful journey! Having gone through one volcano, we have come out through another. more than three thousand miles from Sneffels.
After a delicious meal of fruit and cool water, we went to the harbor of Stromboli- We decided not to tell the villagers where we had come from, as we did not want to upset them. Instead, we told them we had lost our ship in a storm.
“But the instrument! I don’t understand, it pointed north! How can we explain that?"
"We don't have to explain that,” I said.
"You can't be serious! That would be a horrible thing for a professor and a scientist to do! I must find the reason! ”
Soon after, we reached the harbor, where Hans asked for his thirteenth week's wages. My uncle gave it to him, then he and I shook his hand, smiling. Hans, showing more emotion than I had ever seen, shook our hands warmly and smiled.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Here is the conclusion of a story that many people have refused to believe. The Stromboli fishermen were kind, giving us food and clothing. After waiting forty-eight hours, we were taken to another town, where we rested for a few days.
On Friday, September 4, we took a ship to Marseilles, France, and finally arrived in Hamburg on September 9. Martha was surprised and Grauben was overjoyed.
"Now that you’re a hero, Axel,” my fiancee said to me, "you’ll never have to leave me again/'
I looked at her. She smiled with tears in her eyes.
Martha had told everyone in town where my uncle and I had planned to go. When we returned to Hamburg, the news of our journey had spread all over the world. People had refused to believe it, and when they saw him again they still didn't believe it.
But Hans was with us, as well. And with various pieces of news from Iceland, people began to believe our story. My uncle then became a great man, and I was the great man's nephew, and the city of Hamburg gave us a great celebration. He explained the story of our journey, and how we had discovered the path, thanks to the courageous Arne Saknussemnu
Other scientists became quite envious of my uncle's success. Hans soon left Hamburg, as he missed his beloved Iceland dearly. We were quite upset when he left, as the three of us had become quite close. He had saved our lives many times during our journey, and we will never forget him. I'm sure I will see him again before my death.
“Farval；” he said one day, and soon left for Reykjavik, where he arrived safely.
“Farewell, Hans.”
Journey to the Center of the Earth was popular all over the world, and was translated into hundreds of languages.
Although my uncle was now famous, he was still upset about something during our trip. He still could not explain the directional instrument's problem during the last part of the trip. One day, I was in his study, and I noticed the famous instrument, and began observing it. It had been there for six quiet months. Suddenly, I figured out the reason for its problem.
“ What's the matter?” my uncle asked,
"Look, its needle is pointing south instead of north! After we arrived at Cape Saknussemm, the needle switched positions."
“Then that explains our mistake. Yes, tell me, my boy!”
"During the storm on the Lidenbrock Sea, the lightening hit the raft and magnetized the metal, and reversed the direction of the instrument."
"Ah! ” my uncle exclaimed, laughing. "So it was a trick that electricity played!"
From then on, my uncle was the happiest scientist on earth. And I was the happiest of men, because my lovely Crauben agreed to marry me, and we lived together with my uncle and dear Martha in the same house. My uncle, Professor Otto Lidenbrock, became an expert on Earth studies, and was asked to speak all over the world.