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“
And
during
those
eight
days
you
were
able
to
supply
yourselves
with
food
?
”
“
Yes
,
sir
,
and
the
days
after
—
we
and
the
savage
.
You
know
—
the
three
turtles
that
were
in
the
boat
.
These
animals
contain
a
store
of
fresh
water
—
and
their
flesh
is
sweet
,
even
raw
.
Oh
,
raw
flesh
,
sir
!
”
He
lowered
his
voice
,
and
threw
a
furtive
glance
around
him
.
It
would
be
impossible
to
describe
the
frightful
expression
of
the
half
-
breed
’
s
face
as
he
thus
recalled
the
terrible
scenes
of
the
Grampus
.
And
it
was
not
the
expression
of
a
cannibal
of
Australia
or
the
New
Hebrides
,
but
that
of
a
man
who
is
pervaded
by
an
insurmountable
horror
of
himself
.
“
Was
it
not
on
the
1st
of
March
,
Dirk
Peters
,
”
I
asked
,
“
that
you
perceived
for
the
first
time
the
veil
of
grey
vapour
shot
with
luminous
and
moving
rays
?
”
“
I
do
not
remember
,
sir
,
but
if
Pym
says
it
was
so
,
Pym
must
be
believed
.
”
“
Did
he
never
speak
to
you
of
fiery
rays
which
fell
from
the
sky
?
”
I
did
not
use
the
term
“
polar
aurora
,
”
lest
the
half
-
breed
should
not
understand
it
.
“
Never
,
sir
,
”
said
Dirk
Peters
,
after
some
reflection
.
“
Did
you
not
remark
that
the
colour
of
the
sea
changed
,
grew
white
like
milk
,
and
that
its
surface
became
ruffled
around
your
boat
?
”
“
It
may
have
been
so
,
sir
;
I
did
not
observe
.
The
boat
went
on
and
on
,
and
my
head
went
with
it
.
”
“
And
then
,
the
fine
powder
,
as
fine
as
ashes
,
that
fell
—
”
