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Was
she
close
enough
?
Already
she
was
,
I
won
’
t
say
in
the
shadow
of
the
land
,
but
in
the
very
blackness
of
it
,
already
swallowed
up
as
it
were
,
gone
too
close
to
be
recalled
,
gone
from
me
altogether
.
“
Give
the
mate
a
call
,
”
I
said
to
the
young
man
who
stood
at
my
elbow
as
still
as
death
.
“
And
turn
all
hands
up
.
”
My
tone
had
a
borrowed
loudness
reverberated
from
the
height
of
the
land
.
Several
voices
cried
out
together
:
“
We
are
all
on
deck
,
sir
.
”
Then
stillness
again
,
with
the
great
shadow
gliding
closer
,
towering
higher
,
without
a
light
,
without
a
sound
.
Such
a
hush
had
fallen
on
the
ship
that
she
might
have
been
a
bark
of
the
dead
floating
in
slowly
under
the
very
gate
of
Erebus
.
“
My
God
!
Where
are
we
?
”
It
was
the
mate
moaning
at
my
elbow
.
He
was
thunderstruck
,
and
as
it
were
deprived
of
the
moral
support
of
his
whiskers
.
He
clapped
his
hands
and
absolutely
cried
out
,
“
Lost
!
”
“
Be
quiet
,
”
I
said
,
sternly
.
He
lowered
his
tone
,
but
I
saw
the
shadowy
gesture
of
his
despair
.
“
What
are
we
doing
here
?
”
“
Looking
for
the
land
wind
.
”
