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We
disembarked
on
a
stony
coast
.
The
stones
were
covered
with
sparse
lichen
.
The
tide
was
already
ebbing
,
leaving
uncovered
the
sandy
bottom
of
a
sort
of
beach
strewn
with
black
blocks
,
resembling
big
nail
-
heads
.
Two
men
were
left
in
charge
of
the
boat
while
we
landed
amid
the
rocks
,
and
,
accompanied
by
the
other
two
,
Captain
Len
Guy
,
the
boatswain
,
Hunt
and
I
proceeded
towards
the
centre
,
where
we
found
some
rising
ground
,
from
whence
we
could
see
the
whole
extent
of
the
islet
.
But
there
was
nothing
to
be
seen
on
any
side
,
absolutely
nothing
.
On
coming
down
from
the
slight
eminence
Hunt
went
on
in
front
,
as
it
had
been
agreed
that
he
was
to
be
our
guide
.
We
followed
him
therefore
,
as
he
led
us
towards
the
southern
extremity
of
the
islet
.
Having
reached
the
point
,
Hunt
looked
carefully
on
all
sides
of
him
,
then
stooped
and
showed
us
a
piece
of
half
rotten
wood
lying
among
the
scattered
stones
.
“
I
remember
!
”
I
exclaimed
;
“
Arthur
Pym
speaks
of
a
piece
of
wood
with
traces
of
carving
on
it
which
appeared
to
have
belonged
to
the
bow
of
a
ship
.
”
“
Among
the
carving
my
brother
fancied
he
could
trace
the
design
of
a
tortoise
,
”
added
Captain
Len
Guy
.
“
Just
so
,
”
I
replied
,
“
but
Arthur
Pym
pronounced
that
resemblance
doubtful
.
No
matter
;
the
piece
of
wood
is
still
in
the
same
place
that
is
indicated
in
the
narrative
,
so
we
may
conclude
that
since
the
Jane
cast
anchor
here
no
other
crew
has
ever
set
foot
upon
Bennet
Islet
.
It
follows
that
we
should
only
lose
time
in
looking
out
for
any
tokens
of
another
landing
.
We
shall
know
nothing
until
we
reach
Tsalal
Island
.
”
“
Yes
,
Tsalal
Island
,
”
replied
the
captain
.
We
then
retraced
our
steps
in
the
direction
of
the
bay
.
In
various
places
we
observed
fragments
of
coral
reef
,
and
bêche
-
de
-
mer
was
so
abundant
that
our
schooner
might
have
taken
a
full
cargo
of
it
.
Hunt
walked
on
in
silence
with
downcast
eyes
,
until
as
we
were
close
upon
the
beach
to
the
east
,
he
,
being
about
ten
paces
ahead
,
stopped
abruptly
,
and
summoned
us
to
him
by
a
hurried
gesture
.
In
an
instant
we
were
by
his
side
.
Hunt
had
evinced
no
surprise
on
the
subject
of
the
piece
of
wood
first
found
,
but
his
attitude
changed
when
he
knelt
down
in
front
of
a
worm
-
eaten
plank
lying
on
the
sand
.
He
felt
it
all
over
with
his
huge
hands
,
as
though
he
were
seeking
some
tracery
on
its
rough
surface
whose
signification
might
be
intelligible
to
him
.
The
black
paint
was
hidden
under
the
thick
dirt
that
had
accumulated
upon
it
.
The
plank
had
probably
formed
part
of
a
ship
’
s
stern
,
as
the
boatswain
requested
us
to
observe
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
repeated
Captain
Len
Guy
,
“
it
made
part
of
a
stern
.
”
