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“
And
how
?
”
“
With
the
boat
.
”
“
Risk
the
boat
in
the
midst
of
this
fog
!
”
exclaimed
the
boatswain
,
as
he
crossed
his
arms
.
“
What
are
you
thinking
of
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
?
Can
we
cast
anchor
to
wait
for
it
?
And
all
the
chances
would
be
that
we
should
never
see
it
again
.
Ah
!
if
we
only
had
the
Halbrane
!
”
But
there
was
no
longer
a
Halbrane
!
In
spite
of
the
difficulty
of
the
ascent
through
the
half
-
condensed
vapour
,
I
climbed
up
to
the
top
of
the
iceberg
,
but
when
I
had
gained
that
eminence
I
strove
in
vain
to
pierce
the
impenetrable
grey
mantle
in
which
the
waters
were
wrapped
.
I
remained
there
,
hustled
by
the
north
-
east
wind
,
which
was
beginning
to
blow
freshly
and
might
perhaps
rend
the
fog
asunder
.
But
no
,
fresh
vapours
accumulated
around
our
floating
refuge
,
driven
up
by
the
immense
ventilation
of
the
open
sea
.
Under
the
double
action
of
the
atmospheric
and
antarctic
currents
,
we
drifted
more
and
more
rapidly
,
and
I
perceived
a
sort
of
shudder
pass
throughout
the
vast
bulk
of
the
iceberg
.
Then
it
was
that
I
felt
myself
under
the
dominion
of
a
sort
of
hallucination
,
one
of
those
hallucinations
which
must
have
troubled
the
mind
of
Arthur
Pym
It
seemed
to
me
that
I
was
losing
myself
in
his
extraordinary
personality
;
at
last
I
was
beholding
all
that
he
had
seen
!
Was
not
that
impenetrable
mist
the
curtain
of
vapours
which
he
had
seen
in
his
delirium
?
I
peered
into
it
,
seeking
for
those
luminous
rays
which
had
streaked
the
sky
from
east
to
west
!
I
sought
in
its
depths
for
that
limitless
cataract
,
rolling
in
silence
from
the
height
of
some
immense
rampart
lost
in
the
vastness
of
the
zenith
!
I
sought
for
the
awful
white
giant
of
the
South
Pole
!
At
length
reason
resumed
her
sway
.
This
visionary
madness
,
intoxicating
while
it
lasted
,
passed
off
by
degrees
,
and
I
descended
the
slope
to
our
camp
.
The
whole
day
passed
without
a
change
.
The
fog
never
once
lifted
to
give
us
a
glimpse
outside
of
its
muffling
folds
,
and
if
the
iceberg
,
which
had
travelled
forty
miles
since
the
previous
day
,
had
passed
by
the
extremity
of
the
axis
of
the
earth
,
we
should
never
know
it
.
