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The Moon-Voyage by Verne, Jules - CHAPTER IX.

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The Moon-Voyage

CHAPTER IX.

THE QUES­TION OF POW­DERS.

The ques­tion of pow­der still re­mained to be set­tled. The pub­lic await­ed this last de­ci­sion with anx­iety. The size of the pro­jec­tile and length of the can­non be­ing giv­en, what would be the quan­ti­ty of pow­der nec­es­sary to pro­duce the im­pul­sion? This ter­ri­ble agent, of which, how­ev­er, man has made him­self mas­ter, was des­tined to play a part in un­usu­al pro­por­tions.

It is gen­er­al­ly known and of­ten as­sert­ed that gun­pow­der was in­vent­ed in the four­teenth cen­tu­ry by the monk Schwartz, who paid for his great dis­cov­ery with his life. But it is near­ly proved now that this sto­ry must be ranked among the leg­ends of the Mid­dle Ages. Gun­pow­der was in­vent­ed by no one; it is a di­rect prod­uct of Greek fire, com­posed, like it, of sul­phur and salt­pe­tre; on­ly since that epoch these mix­tures; which were on­ly dis­solv­ing, have been trans­formed in­to det­onat­ing mix­tures.

But if learned men know per­fect­ly the false his­to­ry of gun­pow­der, few peo­ple are aware of its me­chan­ical pow­er. Now this is nec­es­sary to be known in or­der to un­der­stand the im­por­tance of the ques­tion sub­mit­ted to the com­mit­tee.

Thus a litre of gun­pow­der weighs about 2 lbs.; it pro­duces, by burn­ing, about 400 litres of gas; this gas, lib­er­at­ed, and un­der the ac­tion of a tem­per­ature of 2,400°, oc­cu­pies the space of 4,000 litres. There­fore the vol­ume of pow­der is to the vol­ume of gas pro­duced by its de­fla­gra­tion as 1 to 400. The fright­ful force of this gas, when it is com­pressed in­to a space 4,000 times too small, may be imag­ined.

This is what the mem­bers of the com­mit­tee knew per­fect­ly when, the next day, they be­gan their sit­ting. Ma­jor El­phin­stone opened the de­bate.

“My dear com­rades,” said the dis­tin­guished chemist, “I am go­ing to be­gin with some un­ex­cep­tion­able fig­ures, which will serve as a ba­sis for our cal­cu­la­tion. The 24-lb. can­non-​ball, of which the Hon. J.T. Mas­ton spoke the day be­fore yes­ter­day, is driv­en out of the can­non by 16 lbs. of pow­der on­ly.”

“You are cer­tain of your fig­ures?” asked Bar­bi­cane.

“Ab­so­lute­ly cer­tain,” an­swered the ma­jor. “The Arm­strong can­non on­ly us­es 75 lbs. of pow­der for a pro­jec­tile of 800 lbs., and the Rod­man Columbi­ad on­ly ex­pends 160 lbs. of pow­der to send its half-​ton bul­let six miles. These facts can­not be doubt­ed, for I found them my­self in the re­ports of the Com­mit­tee of Ar­tillery.”

“That is cer­tain,” an­swered the gen­er­al.

“Well,” re­sumed the ma­jor, "the con­clu­sion to be drawn from these fig­ures is that the quan­ti­ty of pow­der does not aug­ment with the weight of the shot; in fact, if a shot of 24 lbs. took 16 lbs. of pow­der, and, in oth­er terms, if in or­di­nary can­nons a quan­ti­ty of pow­der weigh­ing two-​thirds of the weight of the pro­jec­tile is used, this pro­por­tion is not al­ways nec­es­sary. Cal­cu­late, and you will see that for the shot of half a ton weight, in­stead of 333 lbs. of pow­der, this quan­ti­ty has been re­duced to 116 lbs. on­ly.

“What are you driv­ing at?” asked the pres­ident.

“The ex­treme of your the­ory, my dear ma­jor,” said J.T. Mas­ton, “would bring you to hav­ing no pow­der at all, pro­vid­ed your shot were suf­fi­cient­ly heavy.”

“Friend Mas­ton will have his joke even in the most se­ri­ous things,” replied the ma­jor; “but he need not be un­easy; I shall soon pro­pose a quan­ti­ty of pow­der that will sat­is­fy him. On­ly I wish to have it un­der­stood that dur­ing the war, and for the largest guns, the weight of the pow­der was re­duced, af­ter ex­pe­ri­ence, to a tenth of the weight of the shot.”

“Noth­ing is more ex­act,” said Mor­gan; “but, be­fore de­cid­ing the quan­ti­ty of pow­der nec­es­sary to give the im­pul­sion, I think it would be well to agree up­on its na­ture.”

“We shall use a large-​grained pow­der,” an­swered the ma­jor; “its de­fla­gra­tion is the most rapid.”

“No doubt,” replied Mor­gan; “but it is very brit­tle, and ends by dam­ag­ing the cham­ber of the gun.”

“Cer­tain­ly; but what would be bad for a gun des­tined for long ser­vice would not be so for our Columbi­ad. We run no dan­ger of ex­plo­sion, and the pow­der must im­me­di­ate­ly take fire to make its me­chan­ical ef­fect com­plete.”

“We might make sev­er­al touch­holes,” said J.T. Mas­ton, “so as to set fire to it in sev­er­al places at the same time.”

“No doubt,” an­swered El­phin­stone, “but that would make the work­ing of it more dif­fi­cult. I there­fore come back to my large-​grained pow­der that re­moves these dif­fi­cul­ties.”

“So be it,” an­swered the gen­er­al.

“To load his Columbi­ad,” re­sumed the ma­jor, “Rod­man used a pow­der in grains as large as chest­nuts, made of wil­low char­coal, sim­ply rar­efied in cast-​iron pans. This pow­der was hard and shin­ing, left no stain on the hands, con­tained a great pro­por­tion of hy­dro­gen and oxy­gen, de­fla­grat­ed in­stan­ta­neous­ly, and, though very brit­tle, did not much dam­age the mouth­piece.”

“Well, it seems to me,” an­swered J.T. Mas­ton, “that we have noth­ing to hes­itate about, and that our choice is made.”

“Un­less you pre­fer gold-​pow­der,” replied the ma­jor, laugh­ing, which pro­voked a threat­en­ing ges­ture from the steel hook of his sus­cep­ti­ble friend.

Un­til then Bar­bi­cane had kept him­self aloof from the dis­cus­sion; he lis­tened, and had ev­ident­ly an idea. He con­tent­ed him­self with say­ing sim­ply--

“Now, my friends, what quan­ti­ty of pow­der do you pro­pose?”

The three mem­bers of the Gun Club looked at one an­oth­er for the space of a minute.

“Two hun­dred thou­sand pounds,” said Mor­gan at last.

“Five hun­dred thou­sand,” replied the ma­jor.

“Eight hun­dred thou­sand,” ex­claimed J.T. Mas­ton.

This, time El­phin­stone dared not tax his col­league with ex­ag­ger­ation. In fact, the ques­tion was that of send­ing to the moon a pro­jec­tile weigh­ing 20,000 lbs., and of giv­ing it an ini­tial force of 2000 yards a sec­ond. A mo­ment of si­lence, there­fore, fol­lowed the triple propo­si­tion made by the three col­leagues.

It was at last bro­ken by Pres­ident Bar­bi­cane.

“My brave com­rades,” said he in a qui­et tone, “I start from this prin­ci­ple, that the re­sis­tance of our can­non, in the giv­en con­di­tions, is un­lim­it­ed. I shall, there­fore, sur­prise the Hon­ourable J.T. Mas­ton when I tell him that he has been timid in his cal­cu­la­tions, and I pro­pose to dou­ble his 800,000 lbs. of pow­der.”

“Six­teen hun­dred thou­sand pounds!” shout­ed J.T. Mas­ton, jump­ing out of his chair.

“Quite as much as that.”

“Then we shall have to come back to my can­non half a mile long.”

“It is ev­ident,” said the ma­jor.

“Six­teen hun­dred thou­sand pounds of pow­der,” re­sumed the Sec­re­tary of Com­mit­tee, “will oc­cu­py about a space of 22,000 cu­bic feet; now, as your can­non will on­ly hold about 54,000 cu­bic feet, it will be half full, and the cham­ber will not be long enough to al­low the ex­plo­sion of the gas to give suf­fi­cient im­pul­sion to your pro­jec­tile.”

There was noth­ing to an­swer. J.T. Mas­ton spoke the truth. They all looked at Bar­bi­cane.

“How­ev­er,” re­sumed the pres­ident, “I hold to that quan­ti­ty of pow­der. Think! 1,600,000 pounds of pow­der will give 6,000,000,000 litres of gas.”

“Then how is it to be done?” asked the gen­er­al.

“It is very sim­ple. We must re­duce this enor­mous quan­ti­ty of pow­der, keep­ing at the same time its me­chan­ical pow­er.”

“Good! By what means?”

“I will tell you,” an­swered Bar­bi­cane sim­ply.

His in­ter­locu­tors all looked at him.

“Noth­ing is eas­ier, in fact,” he re­sumed, “than to bring that mass of pow­der to a vol­ume four times less. You all know that cu­ri­ous cel­lu­lar mat­ter which con­sti­tutes the el­emen­tary tis­sues of veg­eta­bles?”

“Ah!” said the ma­jor, “I un­der­stand you, Bar­bi­cane.”

“This mat­ter,” said the pres­ident, “is ob­tained in per­fect pu­ri­ty in dif­fer­ent things, es­pe­cial­ly in cot­ton, which is noth­ing but the skin of the seeds of the cot­ton plant. Now cot­ton, com­bined with cold ni­tric acid, is trans­formed in­to a sub­stance em­inent­ly in­sol­uble, em­inent­ly com­bustible, em­inent­ly ex­plo­sive. Some years ago, in 1832, a French chemist, Bra­con­not, dis­cov­ered this sub­stance, which he called xy­loi­dine. In 1838, an­oth­er French­man, Pelouze, stud­ied its dif­fer­ent prop­er­ties; and last­ly, in 1846, Schon­bein, pro­fes­sor of chem­istry at Basle, pro­posed it as gun­pow­der. This pow­der is ni­tric cot­ton.”

“Or py­rox­yle,” an­swered El­phin­stone.

“Or ful­mi­nat­ing cot­ton,” replied Mor­gan.

“Is there not an Amer­ican name to put at the bot­tom of this dis­cov­ery?” ex­claimed J.T. Mas­ton, an­imat­ed by a live­ly sen­ti­ment of pa­tri­otism.

“Not one, un­for­tu­nate­ly,” replied the ma­jor.

“Nev­er­the­less, to sat­is­fy Mas­ton,” re­sumed the pres­ident, “I may tell him that one of our fel­low-​cit­izens may be an­nexed to the study of the cel­lu­os­ity, for col­lo­di­on, which is one of the prin­ci­pal agents in pho­tog­ra­phy, is sim­ply py­rox­yle dis­solved in ether to which al­co­hol has been added, and it was dis­cov­ered by May­nard, then a med­ical stu­dent.”

“Hur­rah for May­nard and ful­mi­nat­ing cot­ton!” cried the noisy sec­re­tary of the Gun Club.

“I re­turn to py­rox­yle,” re­sumed Bar­bi­cane. “You are ac­quaint­ed with its prop­er­ties which make it so pre­cious to us. It is pre­pared with the great­est fa­cil­ity; cot­ton plunged in smok­ing ni­tric acid for fif­teen min­utes, then washed in wa­ter, then dried, and that is all.”

“Noth­ing is more sim­ple, cer­tain­ty,” said Mor­gan.

“What is more, py­rox­yle is not dam­aged by mois­ture, a pre­cious qual­ity in our eyes, as it will take sev­er­al days to load the can­non. Its in­flamma­bil­ity takes place at 170° in­stead of at 240° and its de­fla­gra­tion is so im­me­di­ate that it may be fired on or­di­nary gun­pow­der be­fore the lat­ter has time to catch fire too.”

“Per­fect,” an­swered the ma­jor.

“On­ly it will cost more.”

“What does that mat­ter?” said J.T. Mas­ton.

“Last­ly, it com­mu­ni­cates to pro­jec­tiles a speed four times greater than that of gun­pow­der. I may even add that if 8/10ths of its weight of ni­trate of potash is added its ex­pan­sive force is still great­ly aug­ment­ed.”

“Will that be nec­es­sary?” asked the ma­jor.

“I do not think so,” an­swered Bar­bi­cane. “Thus in­stead of 1,600,000 lbs. of pow­der, we shall on­ly have 400,000 lbs. of ful­mi­nat­ing cot­ton, and as we can, with­out dan­ger, com­press 500 lbs. of cot­ton in­to 27 cu­bic feet, that quan­ti­ty will not take up more than 180 feet in the cham­ber of the Columbi­ad. By these means the pro­jec­tile will have more than 700 feet of cham­ber to tra­verse un­der a force of 6,000,000,000 of litres of gas be­fore tak­ing its flight over the Queen of Night.”

Here J.T. Mas­ton could not con­tain his emo­tion. He threw him­self in­to the arms of his friend with the vi­olence of a pro­jec­tile, and he would have been stove in had he not have been bombproof.

This in­ci­dent end­ed the first sit­ting of the com­mit­tee. Bar­bi­cane and his en­ter­pris­ing col­leagues, to whom noth­ing seemed im­pos­si­ble, had just solved the com­plex ques­tion of the pro­jec­tile, can­non, and pow­der. Their plan be­ing made, there was noth­ing left but to put it in­to ex­ecu­tion.