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Hunt
the
boatswain
,
Martin
Holt
,
four
men
,
and
myself
took
our
places
in
the
boat
without
arms
;
for
there
was
no
longer
anything
to
fear
.
We
disembarked
at
our
yesterday
’
s
landing
-
place
,
and
Hunt
again
led
the
way
towards
the
hill
of
Klock
-
Klock
.
Nothing
remained
of
the
eminence
that
had
been
carried
away
in
the
artificial
landslip
,
from
which
the
captain
of
the
Jane
,
Patterson
,
his
second
officer
,
and
five
of
his
men
had
happily
escaped
.
The
village
of
Klock
-
Klock
had
thus
disappeared
;
and
doubtless
the
mystery
of
the
strange
discoveries
narrated
in
Edgar
Poe
’
s
work
was
now
and
ever
would
remain
beyond
solution
.
We
had
only
to
regain
our
ship
,
returning
by
the
east
side
of
the
coast
.
Hunt
brought
us
through
the
space
where
sheds
had
been
erected
for
the
preparation
of
the
bêche
-
de
mer
,
and
we
saw
the
remains
of
them
.
On
all
sides
silence
and
abandonment
reigned
.
We
made
a
brief
pause
at
the
place
where
Arthur
Pym
and
Dirk
Peters
seized
upon
the
boat
which
bore
them
towards
higher
latitudes
,
even
to
that
horizon
of
dark
vapour
whose
rents
permitted
them
to
discern
the
huge
human
figure
,
the
white
giant
.
Hunt
stood
with
crossed
arms
,
his
eyes
devouring
the
vast
extent
of
the
sea
.
“
Well
,
Hunt
?
”
said
I
,
tentatively
.
Hunt
did
not
appear
to
hear
me
;
he
did
not
turn
his
head
in
my
direction
.
“
What
are
we
doing
here
?
”
I
asked
him
,
and
touched
him
on
the
shoulder
.
He
started
,
and
cast
a
glance
upon
me
which
went
to
my
heart
.
“
Come
along
,
Hunt
,
”
cried
Hurliguerly
