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“
And
where
is
he
,
”
I
asked
,
“
if
not
deep
in
a
grave
,
in
the
cemetery
of
his
natal
city
?
”
“
No
,
he
is
in
the
place
where
he
remained
,
alone
,
all
alone
,
”
continued
Hunt
,
pointing
towards
the
south
;
“
and
since
then
the
sun
has
risen
on
that
horizon
seven
times
.
”
It
was
evident
that
Hunt
intended
to
designate
the
Antarctic
regions
,
but
what
did
he
mean
by
this
?
“
Do
you
not
know
that
Arthur
Pym
is
dead
?
”
said
the
captain
.
“
Dead
!
”
replied
Hunt
,
emphasizing
the
word
with
an
expressive
gesture
.
“
No
!
listen
to
me
:
I
know
things
;
understand
me
,
he
is
not
dead
.
”
“
Come
now
,
Hunt
,
”
said
I
,
“
remember
what
you
do
know
.
In
the
last
chapter
of
the
adventures
of
Arthur
Pym
,
does
not
Edgar
Poe
relate
his
sudden
and
deplorable
end
?
”
“
Explain
yourself
,
Hunt
,
”
said
the
captain
,
in
a
tone
of
command
.
“
Reflect
,
take
your
time
,
and
say
plainly
whatever
you
have
to
say
.
”
And
,
while
Hunt
passed
his
hand
over
his
brow
,
as
though
to
collect
his
memory
of
far
-
off
things
,
I
observed
to
Captain
Len
Guy
,
—
“
There
is
something
very
singular
in
the
intervention
of
this
man
,
if
indeed
he
be
not
mad
.
”
