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“
The
best
thing
we
can
do
,
”
said
the
boatswain
,
“
is
to
follow
Dirk
Peters
,
who
has
already
distanced
us
.
The
half
-
breed
’
s
lynx
eyes
will
see
what
we
can
’
t
.
”
Peters
had
indeed
scaled
the
eminence
in
a
moment
,
and
we
presently
joined
him
on
the
top
.
The
islet
was
strewn
with
remains
(
probably
of
those
domestic
animals
mentioned
in
Arthur
Pym
’
s
journal
)
,
but
these
bones
differed
from
the
bones
on
Tsalal
Island
by
the
fact
that
the
heaps
dated
from
a
few
months
only
.
This
then
agreed
with
the
recent
period
at
which
we
placed
the
earthquake
.
Besides
,
plants
and
tufts
of
flowers
were
growing
here
and
there
.
“
And
these
are
this
year
’
s
,
”
I
cried
,
“
no
southern
winter
has
passed
over
them
.
”
These
facts
having
been
ascertained
,
no
doubt
could
remain
respecting
the
date
of
the
cataclysm
after
the
departure
of
Patterson
.
The
destruction
of
the
population
of
Tsalal
whose
bones
lay
about
the
village
was
not
attributable
to
that
catastrophe
William
Guy
and
the
five
sailors
of
the
Jane
had
been
able
to
fly
in
time
,
since
no
bones
that
could
be
theirs
had
been
found
on
the
island
.
Where
had
they
taken
refuge
?
This
was
the
ever
-
pressing
question
.
What
answer
were
we
to
obtain
?
Must
we
conclude
that
having
reached
one
of
these
islets
they
had
perished
in
the
swallowing
-
up
of
the
archipelago
?
We
debated
this
point
,
as
may
be
supposed
,
at
a
length
and
with
detail
which
I
can
only
indicate
here
.
Suffice
it
to
say
that
a
decision
was
arrived
at
to
the
following
effect
.
Our
sole
chance
of
discovering
the
unfortunate
castaways
was
to
continue
our
voyage
for
two
or
three
parallels
farther
;
the
goal
was
there
,
and
which
of
us
would
not
sacrifice
even
his
life
to
attain
it
?
“
God
is
guiding
us
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
”
said
Captain
Len
Guy
.
The
following
day
,
the
29th
of
December
,
at
six
in
the
morning
,
the
schooner
set
sail
with
a
north
-
east
wind
,
and
this
time
her
course
was
due
south
.
The
two
succeeding
days
passed
wholly
without
incident
;
neither
land
nor
any
sign
of
land
was
observed
.
The
men
on
the
Halbrane
took
great
hauls
of
fish
,
to
their
own
satisfaction
and
ours
.
It
was
New
Year
’
s
Day
,
1840
,
four
months
and
seventeen
days
since
I
had
left
the
Kerguelens
and
two
months
and
five
days
since
the
Halbrane
had
sailed
from
the
Falklands
.
The
half
-
breed
,
between
whom
and
myself
an
odd
kind
of
tacit
understanding
subsisted
,
approached
the
bench
on
which
I
was
sitting
—
the
captain
was
in
his
cabin
,
and
West
was
not
in
sight
—
with
a
plain
intention
of
conversing
with
me
.
The
subject
may
easily
be
guessed
.
“
Dirk
Peters
,
”
said
I
,
taking
up
the
subject
at
once
,
“
do
you
wish
that
we
should
talk
of
him
?
”
