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My
mind
was
quite
upset
,
and
teemed
with
a
thousand
thoughts
,
a
thousand
regrets
,
a
thousand
desires
!
I
wanted
to
get
up
,
but
a
heavy
hand
held
me
down
in
my
bunk
!
And
I
longed
to
leave
this
cabin
where
I
was
struggling
against
nightmare
in
my
half
-
sleep
,
to
launch
one
of
the
boats
of
the
Halbrane
,
to
jump
into
it
with
Dirk
Peters
,
who
would
not
hesitate
about
following
me
,
and
so
abandon
both
of
us
to
the
current
running
south
.
And
lo
!
I
was
doing
this
in
a
dream
.
It
is
to
-
morrow
!
Captain
Len
Guy
has
given
orders
to
reverse
our
course
,
after
a
last
glance
at
the
horizon
.
One
of
the
boats
is
in
tow
.
I
warn
the
half
-
breed
.
We
creep
along
without
being
seen
.
We
cut
the
painter
.
Whilst
the
schooner
sails
on
ahead
,
we
stay
astern
and
the
current
carries
us
off
.
Thus
we
drift
on
the
sea
without
hindrance
!
At
length
our
boat
stops
.
Land
is
there
.
I
see
a
sort
of
sphinx
surmounting
the
southern
peak
—
the
sea
-
sphinx
.
I
go
to
him
.
I
question
him
.
He
discloses
the
secrets
of
these
mysterious
regions
to
me
.
And
then
,
the
phenomena
whose
reality
Arthur
Pym
asserted
appear
around
the
mythic
monster
.
The
curtain
of
flickering
vapours
,
striped
with
luminous
rays
,
is
rent
asunder
.
And
it
is
not
a
face
of
superhuman
grandeur
which
arises
before
my
astonished
eyes
:
it
is
Arthur
Pym
,
fierce
guardian
of
the
south
pole
,
flaunting
the
ensign
of
the
United
States
in
those
high
latitudes
!
Was
this
dream
suddenly
interrupted
,
or
was
it
changed
by
a
freak
of
my
brain
?
I
cannot
tell
,
but
I
felt
as
though
I
had
been
suddenly
awakened
.
It
seemed
as
though
a
change
had
taken
place
in
the
motion
of
the
schooner
,
which
was
sliding
along
on
the
surface
of
the
quiet
sea
,
with
a
slight
list
to
starboard
.
And
yet
,
there
was
neither
rolling
nor
pitching
.
Yes
,
I
felt
myself
carried
off
as
though
my
bunk
were
the
car
of
an
air
-
balloon
.
I
was
not
mistaken
,
and
I
had
fallen
from
dreamland
into
reality
.
Crash
succeeded
crash
overhead
.
I
could
not
account
for
them
.
Inside
my
cabin
the
partitions
deviated
from
the
vertical
in
such
a
way
as
to
make
one
believe
that
the
Halbrane
had
fallen
over
on
her
beam
ends
.
Almost
immediately
,
I
was
thrown
out
of
my
bunk
and
barely
escaped
splitting
my
skull
against
the
corner
of
the
table
.
However
,
I
got
up
again
,
and
,
clinging
on
to
the
edge
of
the
door
frame
,
I
propped
myself
against
the
door
.
At
this
instant
the
bulwarks
began
to
crack
and
the
port
side
of
the
ship
was
torn
open
.
Could
there
have
been
a
collision
between
the
schooner
and
one
of
those
gigantic
floating
masses
which
West
was
unable
to
avoid
in
the
mist
?
Suddenly
loud
shouts
came
from
the
after
-
deck
,
and
then
screams
of
terror
,
in
which
the
maddened
voices
of
the
crew
joined
.
At
length
there
came
a
final
crash
,
and
the
Halbrane
remained
motionless
.
