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Several
days
elapsed
without
the
reappearance
of
Augustus
Barnard
.
Either
he
had
not
been
able
to
get
down
into
the
hold
again
,
or
he
had
not
ventured
to
do
so
,
fearing
to
betray
the
presence
of
Arthur
Pym
,
and
thinking
the
moment
for
confessing
everything
to
his
father
had
not
yet
come
.
Arthur
Pym
,
meanwhile
,
was
beginning
to
suffer
from
the
hot
and
vitiated
atmosphere
of
the
hold
.
Terrible
nightmares
troubled
his
sleep
.
He
was
conscious
of
raving
,
and
in
vain
sought
some
place
amid
the
mass
of
cargo
where
he
might
breathe
a
little
more
easily
.
In
one
of
these
fits
of
delirium
he
imagined
that
he
was
gripped
in
the
claws
of
an
African
lion
,
(
1
)
and
in
a
paroxysm
of
terror
he
was
about
to
betray
himself
by
screaming
,
when
he
lost
consciousness
.
The
fact
is
that
he
was
not
dreaming
at
all
.
It
was
not
a
lion
that
Arthur
Pym
felt
crouching
upon
his
chest
,
it
was
his
own
dog
,
Tiger
,
a
young
Newfoundland
.
The
animal
had
been
smuggled
on
board
by
Augustus
Barnard
unperceived
by
anybody
—
(
this
,
at
least
,
is
an
unlikely
occurrence
)
.
At
the
moment
of
Arthur
’
s
coming
out
of
his
swoon
the
faithful
Tiger
was
licking
his
face
and
hands
with
lavish
affection
.
Now
the
prisoner
had
a
companion
.
Unfortunately
,
the
said
companion
had
drunk
the
contents
of
the
water
jar
while
Arthur
was
unconscious
,
and
when
Arthur
Pym
felt
thirsty
,
he
discovered
that
there
was
“
not
a
drop
to
drink
!
”
His
lantern
had
gone
out
during
his
prolonged
faint
;
he
could
not
find
the
candles
and
the
tinder
-
box
,
and
he
then
resolved
to
rejoin
Augustus
Barnard
at
all
hazards
.
He
came
out
of
the
chest
,
and
although
faint
from
inanition
and
trembling
with
weakness
,
he
felt
his
way
in
the
direction
of
the
trap
-
door
by
means
of
the
rope
.
But
,
while
he
was
approaching
,
one
of
the
bales
of
cargo
,
shifted
by
the
rolling
of
the
ship
,
fell
down
and
blocked
up
the
passage
.
With
immense
but
quite
useless
exertion
he
contrived
to
get
over
this
obstacle
,
but
when
he
reached
the
trap
-
door
under
Augustus
Barnard
’
s
cabin
he
failed
to
raise
it
,
and
on
slipping
the
blade
of
his
knife
through
one
of
the
joints
he
found
that
a
heavy
mass
of
iron
was
placed
upon
the
trap
,
as
though
it
were
intended
to
condemn
him
beyond
hope
.
He
had
to
renounce
his
attempt
and
drag
himself
back
towards
the
chest
,
on
which
he
fell
,
exhausted
,
while
Tiger
covered
him
with
caresses
.
The
master
and
the
dog
were
desperately
thirsty
,
and
when
Arthur
stretched
out
his
hand
,
he
found
Tiger
lying
on
his
back
,
with
his
paws
up
and
his
hair
on
end
.
He
then
felt
Tiger
all
over
,
and
his
hand
encountered
a
string
passed
round
the
dog
’
s
body
.
A
strip
of
paper
was
fastened
to
the
string
under
his
left
shoulder
.
Arthur
Pym
had
reached
the
last
stage
of
weakness
.
Intelligence
was
almost
extinct
.
However
,
after
several
fruitless
attempts
to
procure
a
light
,
he
succeeded
in
rubbing
the
paper
with
a
little
phosphorus
—
(
the
details
given
in
Edgar
Poe
’
s
narrative
are
curiously
minute
at
this
point
)
—
and
then
by
the
glimmer
that
lasted
less
than
a
second
he
discerned
just
seven
words
at
the
end
of
a
sentence
.
Terrifying
words
these
were
:
blood
—
remain
hidden
—
life
depends
on
it
.
What
did
these
words
mean
?
Let
us
consider
the
situation
of
Arthur
Pym
,
at
the
bottom
of
the
ship
’
s
hold
,
between
the
boards
of
a
chest
,
without
light
,
without
water
,
with
only
ardent
liquor
to
quench
his
thirst
!
And
this
warning
to
remain
hidden
,
preceded
by
the
word
“
blood
“
—
that
supreme
word
,
king
of
words
,
so
full
of
mystery
,
of
suffering
,
of
terror
!
Had
there
been
strife
on
board
the
Grampus
?
Had
the
brig
been
attacked
by
pirates
?
Had
the
crew
mutinied
?
How
long
had
this
state
of
things
lasted
?
It
might
be
thought
that
the
marvellous
poet
had
exhausted
the
resources
of
his
imagination
in
the
terror
of
such
a
situation
;
but
it
was
not
so
.
There
is
more
to
come
!
Arthur
Pym
lay
stretched
upon
his
mattress
,
incapable
of
thought
,
in
a
sort
of
lethargy
;
suddenly
he
became
aware
of
a
singular
sound
,
a
kind
of
continuous
whistling
breathing
.
It
was
Tiger
,
panting
,
Tiger
with
eyes
that
glared
in
the
midst
of
the
darkness
,
Tiger
with
gnashing
teeth
—
Tiger
gone
mad
.
Another
moment
and
the
dog
had
sprung
upon
Arthur
Pym
,
who
,
wound
up
to
the
highest
pitch
of
horror
,
recovered
sufficient
strength
to
ward
off
his
fangs
,
and
wrapping
around
him
a
blanket
which
Tiger
had
torn
with
his
white
teeth
,
he
slipped
out
of
the
chest
,
and
shut
the
sliding
side
upon
the
snapping
and
struggling
brute
.
