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“
And
what
did
Dirk
Peters
do
?
”
“
Understand
me
.
A
forsaken
boat
lay
there
,
at
the
back
of
the
bay
,
containing
some
dried
meat
and
several
casks
of
water
.
The
half
-
breed
got
into
it
,
and
a
south
wind
—
yes
,
south
,
very
strong
,
the
same
that
had
driven
the
ice
block
,
with
the
cross
current
,
towards
Tsalal
Island
—
carried
him
on
for
weeks
and
weeks
—
to
the
iceberg
barrier
,
through
a
passage
in
it
—
you
may
believe
me
,
I
am
telling
you
only
what
Dirk
Peters
told
me
—
and
he
cleared
the
polar
circle
.
”
“
And
beyond
it
?
”
I
inquired
.
“
Beyond
it
.
He
was
picked
up
by
an
American
whaler
,
the
Sandy
Hook
,
and
taken
back
to
America
.
”
Now
,
one
thing
at
all
events
was
clear
.
Edgar
Poe
had
never
known
Arthur
Pym
.
This
was
the
reason
why
,
to
leave
his
readers
in
exciting
uncertainty
,
he
had
brought
Pym
to
an
end
“
as
sudden
as
it
was
deplorable
,
”
without
indicating
the
manner
or
the
cause
of
his
death
.
“
And
yet
,
although
Arthur
Pym
did
not
return
,
could
it
be
reasonably
admitted
that
he
had
survived
his
companion
for
any
length
of
time
,
that
he
was
still
living
,
eleven
years
having
elapsed
since
his
disappearance
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
replied
Hunt
.
And
this
he
affirmed
with
the
strong
conviction
that
Dirk
Peters
had
infused
into
his
mind
while
the
two
were
living
together
in
Vandalia
,
in
Illinois
.
Now
the
question
arose
,
was
Hunt
sane
?
Was
it
not
he
who
had
stolen
into
my
cabin
in
a
fit
of
insanity
—
of
this
I
had
no
doubt
—
and
murmured
in
my
ear
the
words
:
“
And
Pym
—
poor
Pym
?
”
