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But
this
was
not
the
time
for
delay
;
I
disencumbered
the
dogs
of
their
dead
companion
,
gave
them
a
plentiful
portion
of
food
,
and
after
an
hour
's
rest
,
which
was
absolutely
necessary
,
and
yet
which
was
bitterly
irksome
to
me
,
I
continued
my
route
.
The
sledge
was
still
visible
,
nor
did
I
again
lose
sight
of
it
except
at
the
moments
when
for
a
short
time
some
ice-rock
concealed
it
with
its
intervening
crags
.
I
indeed
perceptibly
gained
on
it
,
and
when
,
after
nearly
two
days
'
journey
,
I
beheld
my
enemy
at
no
more
than
a
mile
distant
,
my
heart
bounded
within
me
.
But
now
,
when
I
appeared
almost
within
grasp
of
my
foe
,
my
hopes
were
suddenly
extinguished
,
and
I
lost
all
trace
of
him
more
utterly
than
I
had
ever
done
before
.
A
ground
sea
was
heard
;
the
thunder
of
its
progress
,
as
the
waters
rolled
and
swelled
beneath
me
,
became
every
moment
more
ominous
and
terrific
.
I
pressed
on
,
but
in
vain
.
The
wind
arose
;
the
sea
roared
;
and
,
as
with
the
mighty
shock
of
an
earthquake
,
it
split
and
cracked
with
a
tremendous
and
overwhelming
sound
.
The
work
was
soon
finished
;
in
a
few
minutes
a
tumultuous
sea
rolled
between
me
and
my
enemy
,
and
I
was
left
drifting
on
a
scattered
piece
of
ice
that
was
continually
lessening
and
thus
preparing
for
me
a
hideous
death
.
In
this
manner
many
appalling
hours
passed
;
several
of
my
dogs
died
,
and
I
myself
was
about
to
sink
under
the
accumulation
of
distress
when
I
saw
your
vessel
riding
at
anchor
and
holding
forth
to
me
hopes
of
succour
and
life
.
I
had
no
conception
that
vessels
ever
came
so
far
north
and
was
astounded
at
the
sight
.
I
quickly
destroyed
part
of
my
sledge
to
construct
oars
,
and
by
these
means
was
enabled
,
with
infinite
fatigue
,
to
move
my
ice
raft
in
the
direction
of
your
ship
.
I
had
determined
,
if
you
were
going
southwards
,
still
to
trust
myself
to
the
mercy
of
the
seas
rather
than
abandon
my
purpose
.
I
hoped
to
induce
you
to
grant
me
a
boat
with
which
I
could
pursue
my
enemy
.
But
your
direction
was
northwards
.
You
took
me
on
board
when
my
vigour
was
exhausted
,
and
I
should
soon
have
sunk
under
my
multiplied
hardships
into
a
death
which
I
still
dread
,
for
my
task
is
unfulfilled
.
Oh
!
When
will
my
guiding
spirit
,
in
conducting
me
to
the
daemon
,
allow
me
the
rest
I
so
much
desire
;
or
must
I
die
,
and
he
yet
live
?
If
I
do
,
swear
to
me
,
Walton
,
that
he
shall
not
escape
,
that
you
will
seek
him
and
satisfy
my
vengeance
in
his
death
.
And
do
I
dare
to
ask
of
you
to
undertake
my
pilgrimage
,
to
endure
the
hardships
that
I
have
undergone
?
No
;
I
am
not
so
selfish
.
Yet
,
when
I
am
dead
,
if
he
should
appear
,
if
the
ministers
of
vengeance
should
conduct
him
to
you
,
swear
that
he
shall
not
live
--
swear
that
he
shall
not
triumph
over
my
accumulated
woes
and
survive
to
add
to
the
list
of
his
dark
crimes
.
He
is
eloquent
and
persuasive
,
and
once
his
words
had
even
power
over
my
heart
;
but
trust
him
not
.
His
soul
is
as
hellish
as
his
form
,
full
of
treachery
and
fiendlike
malice
.
Hear
him
not
;
call
on
the
names
of
William
,
Justine
,
Clerval
,
Elizabeth
,
my
father
,
and
of
the
wretched
Victor
,
and
thrust
your
sword
into
his
heart
.
I
will
hover
near
and
direct
the
steel
aright
.
August
26th
,
17
-
You
have
read
this
strange
and
terrific
story
,
Margaret
;
and
do
you
not
feel
your
blood
congeal
with
horror
,
like
that
which
even
now
curdles
mine
?
Sometimes
,
seized
with
sudden
agony
,
he
could
not
continue
his
tale
;
at
others
,
his
voice
broken
,
yet
piercing
,
uttered
with
difficulty
the
words
so
replete
with
anguish
.
His
fine
and
lovely
eyes
were
now
lighted
up
with
indignation
,
now
subdued
to
downcast
sorrow
and
quenched
in
infinite
wretchedness
.
Sometimes
he
commanded
his
countenance
and
tones
and
related
the
most
horrible
incidents
with
a
tranquil
voice
,
suppressing
every
mark
of
agitation
;
then
,
like
a
volcano
bursting
forth
,
his
face
would
suddenly
change
to
an
expression
of
the
wildest
rage
as
he
shrieked
out
imprecations
on
his
persecutor
.
His
tale
is
connected
and
told
with
an
appearance
of
the
simplest
truth
,
yet
I
own
to
you
that
the
letters
of
Felix
and
Safie
,
which
he
showed
me
,
and
the
apparition
of
the
monster
seen
from
our
ship
,
brought
to
me
a
greater
conviction
of
the
truth
of
his
narrative
than
his
asseverations
,
however
earnest
and
connected
.
Such
a
monster
has
,
then
,
really
existence
!
I
can
not
doubt
it
,
yet
I
am
lost
in
surprise
and
admiration
.
Sometimes
I
endeavoured
to
gain
from
Frankenstein
the
particulars
of
his
creature
's
formation
,
but
on
this
point
he
was
impenetrable
.
"
Are
you
mad
,
my
friend
?
"
said
he
.
"
Or
whither
does
your
senseless
curiosity
lead
you
?
Would
you
also
create
for
yourself
and
the
world
a
demoniacal
enemy
?
Peace
,
peace
!
Learn
my
miseries
and
do
not
seek
to
increase
your
own
.
"
Frankenstein
discovered
that
I
made
notes
concerning
his
history
;
he
asked
to
see
them
and
then
himself
corrected
and
augmented
them
in
many
places
,
but
principally
in
giving
the
life
and
spirit
to
the
conversations
he
held
with
his
enemy
.
"
Since
you
have
preserved
my
narration
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
would
not
that
a
mutilated
one
should
go
down
to
posterity
.
"
Thus
has
a
week
passed
away
,
while
I
have
listened
to
the
strangest
tale
that
ever
imagination
formed
.
My
thoughts
and
every
feeling
of
my
soul
have
been
drunk
up
by
the
interest
for
my
guest
which
this
tale
and
his
own
elevated
and
gentle
manners
have
created
.
I
wish
to
soothe
him
,
yet
can
I
counsel
one
so
infinitely
miserable
,
so
destitute
of
every
hope
of
consolation
,
to
live
?
Oh
,
no
!
The
only
joy
that
he
can
now
know
will
be
when
he
composes
his
shattered
spirit
to
peace
and
death
.
Yet
he
enjoys
one
comfort
,
the
offspring
of
solitude
and
delirium
;
he
believes
that
when
in
dreams
he
holds
converse
with
his
friends
and
derives
from
that
communion
consolation
for
his
miseries
or
excitements
to
his
vengeance
,
that
they
are
not
the
creations
of
his
fancy
,
but
the
beings
themselves
who
visit
him
from
the
regions
of
a
remote
world
.
This
faith
gives
a
solemnity
to
his
reveries
that
render
them
to
me
almost
as
imposing
and
interesting
as
truth
.
Our
conversations
are
not
always
confined
to
his
own
history
and
misfortunes
.
On
every
point
of
general
literature
he
displays
unbounded
knowledge
and
a
quick
and
piercing
apprehension
.
