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Latitude
:
118
°
3
’
east
.
At
this
date
,
therefore
(
12th
March
)
,
the
Paracuta
was
distant
from
the
waters
of
the
Antarctic
Circle
only
four
hundred
miles
.
During
the
night
a
thick
fog
came
on
,
with
a
subsidence
of
the
breeze
.
This
was
to
be
regretted
,
for
it
increased
the
risk
of
collision
with
the
floating
ice
.
Of
course
fog
could
not
be
a
surprise
to
us
,
being
where
we
were
,
but
what
did
surprise
us
was
the
gradually
increasing
speed
of
our
boat
,
although
the
falling
of
the
wind
ought
to
have
lessened
it
.
This
increase
of
speed
could
not
be
due
to
the
current
for
we
were
going
more
quickly
than
it
.
This
state
of
things
lasted
until
morning
,
without
our
being
able
to
account
for
what
was
happening
,
when
at
about
ten
o
’
clock
the
mist
began
to
disperse
in
the
low
zones
.
The
coast
on
the
west
reappeared
—
a
rocky
coast
,
without
a
mountainous
background
;
the
Paracuta
was
following
its
line
.
And
then
,
no
more
than
a
quarter
of
a
mile
away
,
we
beheld
a
huge
mound
,
reared
above
the
plain
to
a
height
of
three
hundred
feet
,
with
a
circumference
of
from
two
to
three
hundred
feet
.
In
its
strange
form
this
great
mound
resembled
an
enormous
sphinx
;
the
body
upright
,
the
paws
stretched
out
,
crouching
in
the
attitude
of
the
winged
monster
which
Grecian
Mythology
has
placed
upon
the
way
to
Thebes
.
Was
this
a
living
animal
,
a
gigantic
monster
,
a
mastodon
a
thousand
times
the
size
of
those
enormous
elephants
of
the
polar
seas
whose
remains
are
still
found
in
the
ice
?
In
our
frame
of
mind
we
might
have
believed
that
it
was
such
a
creature
,
and
believed
also
that
the
mastodon
was
about
to
hurl
itself
on
our
little
craft
and
crush
it
to
atoms
.
After
a
few
moments
of
unreasoning
and
unreasonable
fright
,
we
recognized
that
the
strange
object
was
only
a
great
mound
,
singularly
shaped
,
and
that
the
mist
had
just
rolled
off
its
head
,
leaving
it
to
stand
out
and
confront
us
.
Ah
!
that
sphinx
!
I
remembered
,
at
sight
of
it
,
that
on
the
night
when
the
iceberg
was
overturned
and
the
Halbrane
was
carried
away
,
I
had
dreamed
of
a
fabulous
animal
of
this
kind
,
seated
at
the
pole
of
the
world
,
and
from
whom
Edgar
Poe
could
only
wrest
its
secrets
.
But
our
attention
was
to
be
attracted
,
our
surprise
,
even
our
alarm
,
was
evoked
soon
by
phenomena
still
more
strange
than
the
mysterious
earth
form
upon
which
the
mist
-
curtain
had
been
raised
so
suddenly
.
