But the good mollys took Tom and his dog up , and flew with them safe over the pack and the roaring ice giants , and set them down at the foot of Shiny Wall . `` And where is the gate ? '' asked Tom . `` There is no gate , '' said the mollys . `` No gate ? '' cried Tom , aghast . `` None ; never a crack of one , and that 's the whole of the secret , as better fellows , lad , than you have found to their cost ; and if there had been , they 'd have killed by now every right whale that swims the sea . '' `` What am I to do , then ? '' `` Dive under the floe , to be sure , if you have pluck . '' `` I 've not come so far to turn now , '' said Tom ; `` so here goes for a header . '' `` A lucky voyage to you , lad , '' said the mollys ; `` we knew you were one of the right sort . So good-bye . '' `` Why do n't you come too ? '' asked Tom . But the mollys only wailed sadly , `` We ca n't go yet , we ca n't go yet , '' and flew away over the pack . So Tom dived under the great white gate which never was opened yet , and went on in black darkness , at the bottom of the sea , for seven days and seven nights . And yet he was not a bit frightened . Why should he be ? He was a brave English lad , whose business is to go out and see all the world . And at last he saw the light , and clear clear water overhead ; and up he came a thousand fathoms , among clouds of sea-moths , which fluttered round his head .
There were moths XXXXX pink heads and wings and opal bodies , that flapped about slowly ; moths with brown wings that flapped about quickly ; yellow shrimps that hopped and skipped most quickly of all ; and jellies of all the colours in the world , that neither hopped nor skipped , but only dawdled and yawned , and would not get out of his way .
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