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“
I
would
not
bear
my
own
name
any
longer
—
on
account
of
the
affair
of
the
Grampus
.
”
The
half
-
breed
was
alluding
to
the
scene
of
the
“
short
straw
”
(
or
lot
-
drawing
)
on
board
the
American
brig
,
when
it
was
decided
between
Augustus
Barnard
,
Arthur
Pym
,
Dirk
Peters
,
and
Parker
,
the
sailor
,
that
one
of
the
four
should
be
sacrificed
—
as
food
for
the
three
others
.
I
remembered
the
obstinate
resistance
of
Arthur
Pym
,
and
how
it
was
impossible
for
him
to
refuse
to
take
his
part
in
the
tragedy
about
to
be
performed
—
he
says
this
himself
—
and
the
horrible
act
whose
remembrance
must
poison
the
existence
of
all
those
who
had
survived
it
.
Oh
,
that
lot
-
drawing
!
The
“
short
straws
”
were
little
splinters
of
wood
of
uneven
length
which
Arthur
held
in
his
hand
.
The
shortest
was
to
designate
him
who
should
be
immolated
.
And
he
speaks
of
the
sort
of
involuntary
fierce
desire
to
deceive
his
companions
that
he
that
he
felt
—
”
to
cheat
”
is
the
word
he
uses
—
but
he
did
not
“
cheat
,
”
and
he
asks
pardon
for
having
had
the
idea
!
Let
us
try
to
put
ourselves
in
his
place
!
He
made
up
his
mind
,
and
held
out
his
hand
,
closed
on
the
four
slips
.
Dirk
Peters
drew
the
first
.
Fate
favoured
him
.
He
had
nothing
more
to
fear
.
Arthur
Pym
calculated
that
one
more
chance
was
against
him
.
Augustus
Barnard
drew
in
his
turn
.
Saved
,
too
,
he
!
And
now
Arthur
Pym
reckoned
up
the
exact
chances
between
Parker
and
himself
.
At
that
moment
all
the
ferocity
of
the
tiger
entered
into
his
soul
.
He
conceived
an
intense
and
devilish
hatred
of
his
poor
comrade
,
his
fellow
-
man
.
Five
minutes
elapsed
before
Parker
dared
to
draw
.
At
length
Arthur
Pym
,
standing
with
closed
eyes
,
not
knowing
whether
the
lot
was
for
or
against
him
,
felt
a
hand
seize
his
own
.
It
was
the
hand
of
Dirk
Peters
.
Arthur
Pym
had
escaped
death
.
And
then
the
half
-
breed
rushed
upon
Parker
and
stabbed
him
in
the
back
.
The
frightful
repast
followed
—
immediately
—
and
words
are
not
sufficient
to
convey
to
the
mind
the
horror
of
the
reality
.
Yes
!
I
knew
that
hideous
story
,
not
a
fable
,
as
I
had
long
believed
.
This
was
what
had
happened
on
board
the
Grampus
,
on
the
16th
of
July
,
1827
,
and
vainly
did
I
try
to
understand
Dirk
Peters
’
reason
for
recalling
it
to
my
recollection
.
“
Well
,
Dirk
Peters
,
”
I
said
,
“
I
will
ask
you
,
since
you
were
anxious
to
hide
your
name
,
what
it
was
that
induced
you
to
reveal
it
,
when
the
Halbrane
was
moored
off
Tsalal
Island
;
why
you
did
not
keep
to
the
name
of
Hunt
?
”
“
Sir
—
understand
me
—
there
was
hesitation
about
going
farther
—
they
wanted
to
turn
back
.
This
was
decided
,
and
then
I
thought
that
by
telling
who
I
was
—
Dirk
Peters
—
of
the
Grampus
—
poor
Pym
’
s
companion
—
I
should
be
heard
;
they
would
believe
with
me
that
he
was
still
living
,
they
would
go
in
search
of
him
!
And
yet
,
it
was
a
serious
thing
to
do
—
to
acknowledge
that
I
was
Dirk
Peters
,
he
who
had
killed
Parker
!
But
hunger
,
devouring
hunger
!
”
