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At
my
words
the
boatswain
shook
his
head
,
for
he
did
not
believe
Hunt
to
be
in
his
right
mind
.
The
latter
understood
this
shake
of
the
boatswain
’
s
head
,
and
cried
out
in
a
harsh
tone
,
—
“
No
,
not
mad
.
And
madmen
are
respected
on
the
prairies
,
even
if
they
are
not
believed
.
And
I
—
I
must
be
believed
.
No
,
no
,
no
!
Pym
is
not
dead
!
”
“
Edgar
Poe
asserts
that
he
is
,
”
I
replied
.
“
Yes
,
I
know
,
Edgar
Poe
of
Baltimore
.
But
—
he
never
saw
poor
Pym
,
never
,
never
.
”
“
What
!
”
exclaimed
Captain
Len
Guy
;
“
the
two
men
were
not
acquainted
?
”
“
No
!
”
“
And
it
was
not
Arthur
Pym
himself
who
related
his
adventures
to
Edgar
Poe
?
”
“
No
,
captain
,
no
!
He
,
below
there
,
at
Baltimore
,
had
only
the
notes
written
by
Pym
from
the
day
when
he
hid
himself
on
board
the
Grampus
to
the
very
last
hour
—
the
last
—
understand
me
the
last
.
”
“
Who
,
then
,
brought
back
that
journal
?
”
asked
Captain
Len
Guy
,
as
he
seized
Hunt
’
s
hand
.
