Chapter

 1 Pre  |            her a projectile. Their president, Barbicane, the promoter
 2 Pre  |           members of the Gun Club, President Barbicane, Major Elphinstone,
 3 Pre  |         These questions determined President Barbicane, assisted by Murchison
 4 Pre  |     carried in triumph, reconciled President Barbicane to his mortal
 5 Pre  |           travelers, Michel Ardan, President Barbicane, and Captain Nicholl,
 6 I    |           lost three bets with our president, as the necessary funds
 7 I    |            thousand dollars to the president; four thousand because the
 8 II   |       Ardan and Nicholl raised the president of the Gun Club and laid
 9 II   |            an idea!” exclaimed the president.~And this double hypothesis
10 II   |           was singularly high. The president drew a thermometer from
11 II   |            you to life? Is not the president’s shoulder still bleeding
12 II   |            Well now,” murmured the president “why did we not hear the
13 II   |       however, did not prevent the president from exclaiming:~“No, my
14 II   |        been at his strong-box, the president drew forth his notebook,
15 II   |         the powerful asteroid. The president caught at a glance the consequences
16 II   |        well, my friends,” said the president, “but the insoluble question
17 II   |           The explanation given by President Barbicane was correct. The
18 IV   |         night?”~“No,” answered the president.~“Of our Cambridge friends.
19 IV   |          you are as cunning as our president.”~“No, Michel; the difficult
20 IV   |              The devil!” cried the president, making a gesture of despair.~“
21 V    |        Nicholl understood that the president was deducting from the terrestrial
22 V    |          one which could produce a President Barbicane. Ah, now we are
23 V    |          body out into space.”~The president thought for some moments,
24 V    |         body into the sea; but, as President Barbicane suggested, they
25 VI   |          it?” asked Barbicane.~The president approached the window, and
26 VII  |       Nicholl.~“And Barbicane, the president,” howled Michel.~“Not a
27 VII  |              howled Michel.~“Not a president elected by the nation,”
28 VII  |           Barbicane.~“Very well, a president elected by the congress,”
29 VII  |        Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! for President Barbicane,” exclaimed Nicholl.~“
30 VII  | vociferated Michel Ardan.~Then the president and the senate struck up
31 VIII |          them?”~“A joke, my worthy president, a simple joke, which has
32 XII  |              My friends,” said the president, in a serious voice, “I
33 XII  |         order to be able to follow President Barbicane’s observations.~
34 XIII |      moderate, was inexplicable to President Barbicane. At that distance
35 XIII |        Ardan was watching near the president, when he noticed long white
36 XIII |         excite yourself, my worthy president,” replied Michel; “might
37 XIV  |           tone and gestures of the president, “on the contrary, when
38 XV   |          this,” answered the grave president: “If ever we begin this
39 XVIII|          decision was consigned by President Barbicane to his notebook,
40 XX   |           his leveling operations, President Barbicane writing out his
41 XX   |            midshipman, “but cannot President Barbicane write?”~A burst
42 XXIII|           enthusiasm. The notes of President Barbicane’s voyage were
43 XXIII|          carriage was reserved for President Barbicane, Colonel Nicholl,
44 XXIII|           seek to make some use of President Barbicane’s attempt.~Thus,
45 XXIII|      Interstellary Communication.” President, Barbicane; vice-president,