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An
unhoped
-
for
change
in
the
situation
had
taken
place
.
What
were
to
be
the
consequences
of
our
being
no
longer
cast
away
at
that
place
?
The
current
was
now
carrying
us
in
the
direction
of
the
pole
!
The
first
feeling
of
joy
inspired
by
this
conviction
was
,
however
,
succeeded
by
all
the
terrors
of
the
unknown
!
and
what
an
unknown
!
Dirk
Peters
only
was
entirely
rejoiced
that
we
had
resumed
the
route
which
,
he
believed
,
would
lead
us
to
the
discovery
of
traces
of
his
“
poor
Pym
”
—
far
other
ideas
occupied
the
minds
of
his
companions
.
Captain
Len
Guy
no
longer
entertained
any
hope
of
rescuing
his
countrymen
,
and
having
reached
the
condition
of
despair
,
he
was
bound
by
his
duty
to
take
his
crew
back
to
the
north
,
so
as
to
clear
the
antarctic
circle
while
the
season
rendered
it
possible
to
do
so
.
And
we
were
being
carried
away
towards
the
south
!
Naturally
enough
,
we
were
all
deeply
impressed
by
the
fearfulness
of
our
position
,
which
may
be
summed
up
in
a
few
words
.
We
were
no
longer
cast
away
,
with
a
possible
ship
,
but
the
tenants
of
a
floating
iceberg
,
with
no
hope
but
that
our
monster
tenement
might
encounter
one
of
the
whaling
ships
whose
business
in
the
deep
waters
lies
between
the
Orkneys
,
New
Georgia
,
and
the
Sandwich
Islands
.
A
quantity
of
things
had
been
thrown
into
the
ice
by
the
collision
which
had
set
our
iceberg
afloat
,
but
these
were
chiefly
articles
belonging
to
the
Halbrane
.
Owing
to
the
precaution
that
had
been
taken
on
the
previous
day
,
when
the
cargo
was
stowed
away
in
the
clefts
,
it
had
been
only
slightly
damaged
.
What
would
have
become
of
us
,
had
all
our
reserves
been
swallowed
up
in
that
grim
encounter
?
Now
,
the
two
icebergs
formed
but
one
,
which
was
travelling
south
at
the
rate
of
two
miles
an
hour
.
At
this
rate
,
thirty
hours
would
suffice
to
bring
us
to
the
point
of
the
axis
at
which
the
terrestrial
meridians
unite
.
Did
the
current
which
was
carrying
us
along
pass
on
to
the
pole
itself
,
or
was
there
any
land
which
might
arrest
our
progress
?
This
was
another
question
,
and
I
discussed
it
with
the
boatswain
.
“
Nobody
knows
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
,
”
was
Hurliguerly
’
s
reply
.
“
If
the
current
goes
to
the
pole
,
we
shall
go
there
;
and
if
it
doesn
’
t
,
we
shan
’
t
.
An
iceberg
isn
’
t
a
ship
,
and
as
it
has
neither
sails
nor
helm
,
it
goes
as
the
drift
takes
it
.
”
“
That
’
s
true
,
boatswain
.
And
therefore
I
had
the
idea
that
if
two
or
three
of
us
were
to
embark
in
the
boat
—
”
“
Ah
!
you
still
hold
to
your
notion
of
the
boat
—
”
