La isla misteriosa

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Civil war was raging in the United States.

Furthermore the country was exposed to a hurricane

which devastated great parts of the country.

ln this inferno some brave men

dared to escape in a balloon.

Their escape started in Richmond

the headquarters of the Confederates

which was surrounded by the North.

Mr. Gideon Spilett belongs to

that kind of American journalists

who don't shy away from anything

to get all the information

to report to their newspaper as soon as possible.

An honorable man -

who can put through -

a cosmopolitan.

That is a very good reputation Mr. Spilett.

lt is a bit exaggerated Colonel.

A friend of mine wrote this.

He wrote it when l became war correspondent.

You must not believe what the papers say.

Bravo! l'm glad that you say that.

Mr. Spilett do you really think you can make us

believe that it was necessary for your reportage

for your readers

to go to the front line making sketches?

From which anyone can instantly see where our

defensive lines are located at?

As well as our artillery?

Believe it or not. But it doesn't change my mission.

l haven't come here to become part of the war.

My mission is to report objectively.

As you wish. We will see how objective you are...

... when you are executed!

l'll do my very best.

Forward march!

Left - left - left

Cyrus Jebedias Smith - engineer.

l'm under the command of General Grant.

l have already heard of you Mr. Smith.

You are known as the inventor of the hospital trains.

An admirable humane idea.

Astonishing. Especially for a member of the North!

- lndeed.

You know that we are expecting very much of you

Mr. Smith.

We hope that you will supply us with information of

General Grant's headquarters.

l'm afraid. But you are mistaken.

Are you really sure about that?

- Absolutely.

Are these civil clothes

or is it a uniform you are wearing?

l can't tell at first sight.

lf l knew l would see you l would of course have put

on my uniform Colonel.

My servant keeps it ready at all times.

With polished buttons.

You did not answer my question.

- You know that l am the chief of the railway service.

And in this job l am a civilian.

But l still am a Major in the Union's Army.

According to this report you used a revolver

to murder one of my men.

l regret this incident.

But he attacked me with his bayonet.

You refuse to answer my questions?

Yes.

Mr. Smith we have a big problem here.

lsn't that so gentlemen?

Everything would be very simple

if Major Smith was here.

He would be prisoner of war

with all privileges of his rank.

But for the civilian Mr. Smith

things could become very unpleasant.

You will be executed.

lf l answer your questions

l am Major Smith a prisoner of war?

But when l refuse to talk l am Mr. Smith - a civilan

who has killed one of your men?

You understand me quite right.

You already know my answer.

Don't be too convinced Mr. Smith.

l will give you a couple of days to think it over.

Bring him to his cell.

May my servant come with me?

Of course if you own the n*gger.

Nobody owns him. He is my servant.

A runaway slave. We'll sell him with the others!

l am no slave. l am a free man!

Stop it Nab. lt is useless.

lf you should try to escape remember:

Richmond is surrounded.

There is neither a way in nor out.

Top! Top my buddy!

Get away from the dog!

You are not allowed to speak!

Move it!

l will find you!

Here it is!

Lift me up!

Hey sailor! - Yes.

Give it to me.

A small box for one dollar?

lf you don't want it... - No no. l'll take it. .

- Your bad habits will ruin you Pencroff!

- Speak for yourself!

Hey where's my dollar?

Wait! What about matches?

- We are not allowed to have any.

Because of the gun powder.

But that was part of the deal!

lf they catch me l'll be shot.

- What am l supposed to do with tobbacco without

matches?

Careful somebody's coming!

Get me matches and l'll give you another dollar!

Pencroff!

Why don't you rub wood?

Gentlemen may l introduce myself:

l am Cyrus Smith engineer.

- Cyrus Smith? l know you.

l have published several of your articles in my

newspaper.

Shortly before this stupid war began.

Which newspaper?

l am Gideon Spilett from the New York Herald.

l know you too. l am one of your trustiest readers.

Mr. Pencroff and Harbert Brown.

Bonaventura Pencroff

boatswain on board the Silver Fox.

Whale hunter from Nintucket.

Under the command of the dead Jonathan Brown.

My dad Sir.

Currently imprisoned in this jail where we are going

mad thanks to Colonel Larochette.

Everybody has already had the pleasure?

l wouldn't call it pleasure.

What was l supposed to do? l am civilan.

Captain Brown told me:

Pencroff bring Habert to his uncle in San Francisco.

So l did. And then we got captured by pirates

who brought us to City Points.

Then Richmond was surrounded and Colonel

Larochette nails us in here.

Every day he threatens to shoot us.

Just because Nintucket

is in the north and this is south.

They have plundered Larochette's properties and

killed his family.

lt is not so suprising that he is seeking revenge.

But what have Harbert and l got to do with it?

The battle you landlubbers

are fighting is non of my concern.

lf you ask me this war is against the law of war.

My dear Pencroff

the laws of war are only valid in times of peace.

Alert!

Run if you don't want to die!

Cover!

Get up you bastards!

- What are you trying to accomplish?

- This is our last chance!

Once they have put us in chains it's over!

Run!

Run you bastards!

Next!

Get in line!

The n*ggers are revolting!

Open the gate!

Where did he go?

l don't know. But he's not going to get far.

Are we going to follow him?

No. l don't want to die.

l have seen a balloon outside.

Do you know what they use it for?

They use it to transmit news to General Lee.

They keep him informed

about the situation in the city.

They are waiting that

the wind blows in the right direction.

You are pretty good informed.

Thanks to Mr. Pencroff's secret treasure.

l have got the savings

of the last five years hidden in my belt.

A piece of gold once in a while and the guards talk.

But regarding the balloon:

if we can manage to escape

who is going to handle it?

l can do it.

But how are we going to get out of this cell?

l think that our only hope is my trusty servant Nab.

What is this supposed to be?

- l don't know. All l know is that l don't like it.

They say it is Polenta.

Polenta! No way! There is not a single corn in

Richmond for over a month!

Hey Williams! - Yes. - Come here.

Here take this.

- What is this?

Oat of the officer's horses.

l have taken some when there was nobody around.

At least we know now what we eat.

You don't happen to have some oil?

Unfortunately not. Unless you want some gun lube.

Look! - lt's probably the last dog alive in Richmond.

lt looks pretty good.

Come here doggy.

Hold the dog!

l got him!

Get lost!

Top! Top! That's my boy!

Where is Mr. Smith?

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