从地球到月球/环月旅行（中文导读英文版）（凡尔纳科幻小说系列）
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作者： （法）凡尔纳 原著，王勋 等编译
出 版 社： 清华大学出版社
出版时间： 2009-1-1字数：版次： 1页数： 343印刷时间：开本： 16开印次：纸张：I S B N ： 9787302186984包装： 平装内容简介
From the Earth to the Moon与Round the Moon的中文译名分别为《从地球到月球》和《环月旅行》，两部小说前后呼应，构成了一个完整的故事。本书是充满传奇、冒险与幻想的科幻巨著，由法国著名作家、“现代科幻小说之父”儒勒凡尔纳编著。
故事讲述的是美国南北战争结束后，一些退伍军人在巴尔的摩成立了大炮俱乐部。俱乐部主席巴比康大胆设想，倡议用大炮把人送上月球，并因此建立地球与月球之间的联系。当法国冒险家米歇尔获悉这一消息后，建议造一颗可以载人的空心炮弹。为了实现到月球探险的愿望，志同道合的巴比康、米歇尔和船长尼切尔随着空心炮弹的发射升空出发了。运行中的炮弹碰到流星，致使轨道偏离，未能在月球上着陆，却在离月球2800英里的地方绕月飞行。
该书一经出版，很快就成为当时最受关注和最畅销的科幻作品，至今已被译成世界上多种文字，曾经先后多次被改编成电影。书中所展现的神奇故事伴随了一代又一代人的美丽童年、少年直至成年。无论作为语言学习的课本，还是作为通俗的文学读本，该书对当代中国的青少年都将产生积极的影响。为了使读者能够了解英文故事概况，进而提高阅读速度和阅读水平，在每章的开始部分增加了中文导读。
目录
从地球到月球
From the Earth to the Moon
第一章 大炮俱乐部/
Chapter 1 The Gun Club2
第二章 巴比康主席的报告/
Chapter 2 President Barbicane's Communication9
第三章 主席报告产生的影响/
Chapter 3 Effect of the President's Communication17
第四章 来自剑桥天文台的回信/
Chapter 4 Reply from the Observatory of Cambridge21
第五章 月球的传说/
Chapter 5 The Romance of the Moon26
第六章 美国人不可能不知道的事物和不允许相信的东西/
Chapter 6 Permissive Limits of Ignorance and Belief in the
United States31
第七章 炮弹的赞歌/
Chapter 7 The Hymn of the Cannon-Ball37
第八章 大炮的历史/
Chapter 8 History of the Cannon44
第九章 火药问题/
Chapter 9 The Question of the Powders49
第十章 两千五百万个朋友对付一个敌人/
Chapter 10 One Enemy Vs. Twenty-Five Millions of Friends55
第十一章 佛罗里达和得克萨斯/
Chapter 11 Florida and Texas61
第十二章 在世界各地/
Chapter 12 Urbi Et Orbi67
第十三章 小石山/
Chapter 13 Stones Hill73
第十四章 十字镐和泥铲/
Chapter 14 Pickaxe and Trowel78
第十五章 铸炮节/
Chapter 15 The Fete of the Casting84
第十六章 哥伦比亚大炮/
Chapter 16 The Columbiad89
第十七章 一份电报/
Chapter 17 A Telegraphic Dispatch94
第十八章 “亚特兰大”号上的乘客/
Chapter 18 The Passenger of the Atlanta97
第十九章 一次大会/
Chapter 19 A Monster Meeting104
第二十章 攻击与反驳/
Chapter 20 Attack and Riposte111
第二十一章 法国人是如何处理纠纷的/
Chapter 21 How a Frenchman Manages an Affair121
第二十二章 美国的新公民/
Chapter 22 The New Citizen of the United States130
第二十三章 炮弹车厢/
Chapter 23 The Projectile-Vehicle135
第二十四章 落基山的望远镜/
Chapter 24 The Telescope of the Rocky Mountains139
第二十五章 最后的细节/
Chapter 25 Final Details143
第二十六章 开炮/
Chapter 26 Fire149
第二十七章 坏天气/
Chapter 27 Foul Weather154
第二十八章 一颗新星/
Chapter 28 A New Star158
环月旅行
Round the Moon
第一章 从晚上10点20分到10点47分/
Chapter 1 Twenty Minutes Past Ten to Forty Seven Minutes
Past Ten P. M.162
第二章 最初半小时/
Chapter 2 The First Half-Hour169
第三章 弹舱内部/
Chapter 3 Their Place of Shelter183
第四章 一点代数知识/
Chapter 4 A Little Algebra192
第五章 寒冷的太空/
Chapter 5 The Cold of Space199
第六章 问与答/
Chapter 6 Question and Answer208
第七章 令人兴奋的时刻/
Chapter 7 A Moment of Intoxication217
第八章 在离地球78514法里的地方/
Chapter 8 At Seventy-Eight Thousand Five Hundred and
Fourteen Leagues227
第九章 轨道偏离的后果/
Chapter 9 The Consequences of a Deviation237
第十章 月球观察者/
Chapter 10 The Observers of the Moon244
第十一章 幻想与现实/
Chapter 11 Fancy and Reality248
第十二章 详尽的山岳形态/
Chapter 12 Orographic Details252
第十三章 月球风光/
Chapter 13 Lunar Landscapes259
第十四章 三百五十四个半小时的黑夜/
Chapter 14 The Night of Three Hundred and Fifty-Four Hours
and a Half267
第十五章 双曲线或抛物线
Chapter 15 Hyperbola or Parabola277
第十六章 南半球/
Chapter 16 The Southern Hemisphere287
第十七章 蒂霍山/
Chapter 17 Tycho290
第十八章 严重的问题/
Chapter 18 Grave Questions298
第十九章 与不可能的事搏斗/
Chapter 19 A Struggle Against the Impossible306
第二十章 萨斯克哈纳号的测量/
Chapter 20 The Soundings of the Susquehanna317
第二十一章 马斯顿被召回/
Chapter 21 J. T. Maston Recalled323
第二十二章 海中营救/
Chapter 22 Recovered from the Sea331
第二十三章 尾声/
Chapter 23 The End339
书摘插图
从地球到月球
From the Earth to the Moon
第一章 大炮俱乐部
Chapter 1 The Gun Club
美国马里兰中部地区的巴尔的摩城，在南北战争期间成立了一个“大炮俱乐部”。
一些船东、商人跨出他们的柜台，成了军官甚至将军。他们在弹道科学上胜过欧洲并制造了一批超级大炮，受到了人们的崇拜。
这个俱乐部在有创意的情况下，凑足三个人，就选举出主席和两个秘书，有了第四人就当档案管理员，再有一个人就召开了全体大会，然后宣布俱乐部成立。
俱乐部成立一个月后就有一千八百三十三位正式会员和三万零五百六十五位通讯员。会员必须发明或改良过大炮或火器。
在大炮俱乐部的光荣册上，记载着失去生命的从士兵到将军以及伤残人的名字。在俱乐部会员中四个人不到两条胳膊，六个人只有两条腿。战争停止后，大炮俱乐部也冷清下来。
一天晚上，装着两条木腿的汤姆?亨特尔感到无聊得受不了，而失去 一条胳膊的比斯比更是感到那种热闹的日子一去不复返了，装着树胶脑壳的J．T．马斯顿对着早上刚完成的迫击炮设计感到没什么希望。
他们都渴望战争，都想去欧洲的战场上继续他们的试验，或者是找到打仗的理由。
J．T．马斯顿认为既然北美曾经属于英国，那么英国现在就可以属于美国。布隆斯利上校认为这很公平，J．T．马斯顿让他去和美国总统说，要不就别指望以后投他的票，并且如果不让自己的新型迫击炮在真正的战场上试验一下，就退出俱乐部到草原上隐居。屋里的人都积极响应。
这时他们收到俱乐部主席因贝?巴比康的通报，俱乐部将于本月五日召开会议，届时将发布大家感兴趣的问题。
uring the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland. It is well known with what energy the taste for military matters became developed among that nation of ship-owners, shopkeepers, and mechanics. Simple tradesmen jumped their counters to become extemporized captains, colonels, and generals, without having ever passed the School of Instruction at West Point; nevertheless, they quickly rivaled their compeers of the old continent, and, like them, carried off victories by dint of lavish expenditure in ammunition, money, and men.
But the point in which the Americans singularly distanced the Europeans was in the science of gunnery. Not, indeed, that their weapons retained a higher degree of perfection than theirs, but that they exhibited unheard-of dimensions, and consequently attained hitherto unheard-of ranges. In point of grazing, plunging, oblique, or enfilading, or point-blank firing, the English, French, and Prussians have nothing to learn; but their cannon, howitzers, and mortars are mere pocket-pistols compared with the formidable engines of the American artillery.
This fact need surprise no one. The Yankees, the first mechanicians in the world, are engineers-just as the Italians are musicians and the Germans metaphysicians- by right of birth. Nothing is more natural, therefore, than to perceive them applying their audacious ingenuity to the science of gunnery. Witness the marvels of Parrott, Dahlgren, and Rodman, The Armstrong, Palliser, and Beaulieu guns were compelled to bow before their transatlantic rivals.
Now when an American has an idea, he directly seeks a second American to share it. If there be three, they elect a president and two secretaries. Given four, the name a keeper of records, and the office is ready for work; five, they convene a general meeting, and the club is fully constituted. So things were managed in Baltimore. The inventor of a new cannon associated himself with the caster and the borer. Thus was formed the nucleus of the "Gun Club. " In a single month after its formation it numbered 1, 833 effective members and 30, 565 corresponding members.
One condition was imposed as a unique one upon every candidate for admission into the association, and that was the condition of having designed, or (more or less) perfected a cannon; or, in default of a cannon, at least a firearm of some description. It may, however, be mentioned that mere inventors of revolvers, fire-shooting carbines, and similar small arms, met with little consideration. Artillerists always commanded the chief place of favor.
The estimation in which these gentlemen were held, according to one of the most scientific exponents of the Gun Club, was "proportional to the masses of their guns, and in the direct ratio of the square of the distances attained by their projectiles. "
The Gun Club once founded, it is easy to conceive the result of the inventive genius of the Americans. Their military weapons attained colossal proportions, and their projectiles, exceeding the prescribed limits, unfortunately occasionally cut in two some unoffending pedestrians. These inventions, in fact, left far in the rear the timid instruments of European artillery.
It is but fair to add that these Yankees, brave as they have ever proved themselves to be, did not confine themselves to theories and formulae, but that they paid heavily, in propria personal, for their inventions. Among them were to be counted officers of all ranks, from lieutenants to generals; military men of every age, from those who were just making their debut in the profession of arms up to those who had grown old in the gun-carriage. Many had found their rest on the field of battle whose names figured in the "Book of Honor" of the Gun Club; and of those who made good their return the greater proportion bore the marks of their indisputable valor: crutches, wooden legs, artificial arms, steel hooks, caoutchouc jaws, silver craniums, platinum noses, were all to be found in the collection; and it was calculated by the great statistician Pitcairn that throughout the Gun Club there was not quite one arm between four persons and two legs between six.
Nevertheless, these valiant artillerists took no particular account of these little facts, and felt justly proud when the despatches of a battle returned the number of victims at ten-fold the quantity of projectiles expended.
One day, however- sad and melancholy day!-peace was signed between the survivors of the war; the thunder of the guns gradually ceased, the mortars were silent, the howitzers were muzzled for an indefinite period, the cannon, with muzzles depressed, were returned into the arsenal, the shot were repiled, all bloody reminiscences were effaced; the cotton-plants grew luxuriantly in the well-manured fields, all mourning garments were laid aside, together with grief; and the Gun Club was relegated to profound inactivity.
Some few of the more advanced and inveterate theorists set themselves again to work upon calculations regarding the laws of projectiles. They reverted invariably to gigantic shells and howitzers of unparalleled caliber. Still in default of practical experience what was the value of mere theories? Consequently, the clubrooms became deserted, the servants dozed in the antechambers, the newspapers grew mouldy on the tables, sounds of snoring came from dark corners, and the members of the Gun Club, erstwhile so noisy in their seances, were reduced to silence by this disastrous peace and gave themselves up wholly to dreams of a Platonic kind of artillery.
"This is horrible! " said Tom Hunter one evening, while rapidly carbonizing his wooden legs in the fireplace of the smoking-room; "Nothing to do! Nothing to look forward to! What a loathsome existence! When again shall the guns arouse us in the morning with their delightful reports? "
"Those days are gone by, " said jolly Bilsby, trying to extend his missing arms. "It was delightful once upon a time! One invented a gun, and hardly was it cast, when one hastened to try it in the face of the enemy! Then one returned to camp with a word of encouragement from Sherman or a friendly shake of the hand from Medlellan. But now the generals are gone back to their counters; and in place of projectiles, they despatch bales of cotton. By Jove, the future of gunnery in America is lost! "
"Ay! And no war in prospect! " continued the famous James T. Maston, scratching with his steel hook his gutta-percha cranium. "Not a cloud on the horizon! And that too at such a critical period in the progress of the science of artillery! Yes, gentlemen! I who address you have myself this very morning perfected a model (plan, section, elevation, etc. ) of a mortar destined to change all the conditions of warfare ! "
"No! Is it possible? " replied Tom Hunter, his thoughts reverting involuntarily to a former invention of the Hon. J. T. Maston, by which, at its first trial, he had succeeded in killing three hundred and thirty-seven people.
"Fact! " replied he. "Still, what is the use of so many studies worked out, so many difficulties vanquished? It's mere waste of time! The New World seems to have made up its mind to live in peace; and our bellicose《Tribune》predicts some approaching catastrophes arising out of this scandalous increase of population. "
"Nevertheless, " replied Colonel Blomsberry, "they are always struggling in Europe to maintain the principle of nationalities. "
"Well? "
"Well, there might be some field for enterprise down there; and if they would accept our services—"
"What are you dreaming of? " screamed Bilsby; "work at gunnery for the benefit of foreigners? "
"That would be better than doing nothing here, " returned the colonel.
"Quite so, " said J. T. Matson; "but still we need not dream of that expedient. "
"And why not? " demanded the colonel.
"Because their ideas of progress in the Old World are contrary to our American habits of thought. Those fellows believe that one can't become a general without having served first as an ensign; which is as much as to say that one can't point a gun without having first cast it oneself ! "
"Ridiculous! " replied Tom Hunter, whittling with his bowie-knife the arms of his easy chair, "but if that be the case there, all that is left for us is to plant tobacco and distill whale-oil. "
"What! " roared J. T. Maston, "shall we not employ these remaining years of our life in perfecting firearms? Shall there never be a fresh opportunity of trying the ranges of projectiles? Shall the air never again be lighted with the glare of our guns? No international difficulty ever arise to enable us to declare war against some transatlantic power? Shall not the French sink one of our steamers, or the English, in defiance of the rights of nations, hang a few of our countrymen? "
"No such luck, " replied Colonel Blomsberry; "nothing of the kind is likely to happen; and even if it did, we should not profit by it. American susceptibility is fast declining, and we are all going to the dogs. "
"It is too true, " replied J. T. Maston, with fresh violence; "there are a thousand grounds for fighting, and yet we don't fight. We save up our arms and legs for the benefit of nations who don't know what to do with them! But stop-without going out of one's way to find a cause for war-did not North America once belong to the English? "
"Undoubtedly, " replied Tom Hunter, stamping his crutch with fury.
"Well, then, " replied J. T. Maston, "why should not England in her turn belong to the Americans? "
"It would be but just and fair, " returned Colonel Blomsberry.
"Go and propose it to the President of the United States, " cried J. T. Maston, "and see how he will receive you. "
"Bah! " growled Bilsby between the four teeth which the war had left him; "that will never do ! "
"By Jove! " cried J. T. Maston, "he mustn't count on my vote at the next election! "
"Nor on ours, " replied unanimously all the bellicose invalids.
"Meanwhile, " replied J. T. Maston, "allow me to say that, if I cannot get an opportunity to try my new mortars on a real field of battle, I shall say good-by to the members of the Gun Club, and go and bury myself in the prairies of Arkansas ! "
"In that case we will accompany you, " cried the others.
Matters were in this unfortunate condition, and the club was threatened with approaching dissolution, when an unexpected circumstance occurred to prevent so deplorable a catastrophe.
On the morrow after this conversation every member of the association received a sealed circular couched in the following terms:
BALTIMORE, October 3. The president of the Gun Club has the honor to inform his colleagues that, at the meeting of the 5th instant, he will bring before them a communication of an extremely interesting nature. He requests, therefore, that they will make it convenient to attend in accordance with the present invitation.
Very cordially,
IMPEY BARBICANE, P. G. C.
