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“
He
stands
before
you
.
”
Dirk
Peters
!
Hunt
was
the
half
-
breed
Dirk
Peters
,
the
devoted
companion
of
Arthur
Pym
,
he
whom
Captain
Guy
had
so
long
sought
for
in
the
United
States
,
and
whose
presence
was
probably
to
furnish
us
with
a
fresh
reason
for
pursuing
our
daring
campaign
.
I
shall
not
be
at
all
surprised
if
my
readers
have
already
recognized
Dirk
Peters
in
Hunt
;
indeed
,
I
shall
be
astonished
if
they
have
failed
to
do
so
.
The
extraordinary
thing
is
that
Captain
Len
Guy
and
myself
,
who
had
read
Edgar
Poe
’
s
book
over
and
over
again
,
did
not
see
at
once
,
when
Hunt
came
on
the
ship
at
the
Falklands
,
that
he
and
the
half
-
breed
were
identical
!
I
can
only
admit
that
we
were
both
blindfolded
by
some
hidden
action
of
Fate
,
just
when
certain
pages
of
that
book
ought
to
have
effectually
cleared
our
vision
.
There
was
no
doubt
whatever
that
Hunt
really
was
Dirk
Peters
.
Although
he
was
eleven
years
older
,
he
answered
in
every
particular
to
the
description
of
him
given
by
Arthur
Pym
,
except
that
he
was
no
longer
“
of
fierce
aspect
.
”
In
fact
,
the
half
-
breed
had
changed
with
age
and
the
experience
of
terrible
scenes
through
which
he
had
passed
;
nevertheless
,
he
was
still
the
faithful
companion
to
whom
Arthur
Pym
had
often
owed
his
safety
,
that
same
Dirk
Peters
who
loved
him
as
his
own
son
,
and
who
had
never
—
no
,
never
—
lost
the
hope
of
finding
him
again
one
day
amid
the
awful
Antarctic
wastes
.
Now
,
why
had
Dirk
Peters
hidden
himself
in
the
Falklands
under
the
name
of
Hunt
?
Why
,
since
his
embarkation
on
the
Halbrane
,
had
he
kept
up
that
incognito
?
Why
had
he
not
told
who
he
was
,
since
he
was
aware
of
the
intentions
of
the
captain
,
who
was
about
to
make
every
effort
to
save
his
countrymen
by
following
the
course
of
the
Jane
?
Why
?
No
doubt
because
he
feared
that
his
name
would
inspire
horror
.
Was
it
not
the
name
of
one
who
had
shared
in
the
horrible
scenes
of
the
Grampus
,
who
had
killed
Parker
,
the
sailor
,
who
had
fed
upon
the
man
’
s
flesh
,
and
quenched
his
thirst
in
the
man
’
s
blood
?
To
induce
him
to
reveal
his
name
he
must
needs
be
assured
that
the
Halbrane
would
attempt
to
discover
and
rescue
Arthur
Pym
!
And
as
to
the
existence
of
Arthur
Pym
?
I
confess
that
my
reason
did
not
rebel
against
the
admission
of
it
as
a
possibility
.
The
imploring
cry
of
the
half
-
breed
,
“
Pym
,
poor
Pym
!
he
must
not
be
forsaken
!
”
troubled
me
profoundly
.
Assuredly
,
since
I
had
resolved
to
take
part
in
the
expedition
of
the
Halbrane
,
I
was
no
longer
the
same
man
!
