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West
now
reminded
us
that
it
was
imprudent
to
prolong
our
stay
upon
this
Land
of
the
Sphinx
—
a
name
to
be
retained
.
Time
pressed
,
and
a
few
days
’
delay
would
have
entailed
our
wintering
at
the
foot
of
the
ice
-
barrier
.
The
order
to
return
to
the
beach
had
just
been
given
,
when
the
voice
of
the
half
-
breed
was
again
heard
,
as
he
cried
out
:
“
There
!
There
!
There
!
”
We
followed
the
sounds
to
the
back
of
the
monster
’
s
right
paw
,
and
we
found
Dirk
Peters
on
his
knees
,
with
his
hands
stretched
out
before
an
almost
naked
corpse
,
which
had
been
preserved
intact
by
the
cold
of
these
regions
,
and
was
as
rigid
as
iron
.
The
head
was
bent
,
a
white
beard
hung
down
to
the
waist
,
the
nails
of
the
feet
and
hands
were
like
claws
.
How
had
this
corpse
been
fixed
to
the
side
of
the
mound
at
six
feet
above
the
ground
?
Across
the
body
,
held
in
place
by
its
cross
-
belt
,
we
saw
the
twisted
barrel
of
a
musket
,
half
-
eaten
by
rust
.
“
Pym
—
my
poor
Pym
!
”
groaned
Dirk
Peters
.
He
tried
to
rise
,
that
he
might
approach
and
kiss
the
ossified
corpse
.
But
his
knees
bent
under
him
,
a
strangled
sob
seemed
to
rend
his
throat
,
with
a
terrible
spasm
his
faithful
heart
broke
,
and
the
half
-
breed
fell
back
—
dead
!
The
story
was
easy
to
read
After
their
separation
,
the
boat
had
carried
Arthur
Pym
through
these
Antarctic
regions
!
Like
us
,
once
he
had
passed
beyond
the
south
pole
,
he
came
into
the
zone
of
the
monster
!
And
there
,
while
his
boat
was
swept
along
on
the
northern
current
,
he
was
seized
by
the
magnetic
fluid
before
he
could
get
rid
of
the
gun
which
was
slung
over
his
shoulder
,
and
hurled
against
the
fatal
loadstone
Sphinx
of
the
Ice
-
realm
.
