"I hope so."
"After we shall have found William Guy and the sailors of the Jane!"
"Yes, after."
"And even if we do not find them?"
"Yes, even in that case. I think I shall induce our captain. I think he will not refuse--"
"No, he will not refuse to bring help to a man--a man like him g"
"And yet," I said, "if William Guy and his people are living, can we admit that Arthur Pym--"
"Living? Yes! Living!" cried the half-breed. "By the great spirit of my fathers, he is--he is waiting for me, my poor Pym! How joyful he will be when he clasps his old Dirk in his arms, and I--I, when I feel him, there, there."
And the huge chest of the man heaved like a stormy sea. Then he went away, leaving me inexpressibly affected by the revelation of the tenderness for his unfortunate companion that lay deep in the heart of this semi-savage.
In the meantime I said but little to Captain Len Guy, whose whole heart and soul were set on the rescue of brother, of the possibility of our finding Arthur Gordon Pym. Time enough, if in the course of this strange enterprise of ours we succeeded in that object, to urge upon him one still more visionary.
At length, on the 7th of January--according to Dirk Peters, who had fixed it only by the time that had expired --we arrived at the place where Nu Nu the savage breathed his last, lying in the bottom of the boat. On that day an observation gave 86A 33aE for the lat.i.tude, the longitude remaining the same between the and the forty-third meridian. Here it was, according the half-breed, that the two fugitives were parted after the collision between the boat and the floating ma.s.s of ice. But a question now arose. Since the ma.s.s of ice carrying away Dirk Peters had drifted towards the north, was this because it was subjected to the action of a countercurrent?
Yes, that must have been so, for oar schooner had not felt the influence of the current which had guided her on leaving the Falklands, for fully four days. And yet, there was nothing surprising in that, for everything is variable in the austral seas. Happily, the fresh breeze from the north-east continued to blow, and the Halbrane made progress toward higher waters, thirteen degrees in advance upon Weddells ship and two degrees upon the fane. As for the land--islands or continent--which Captain Len Guy was seeking on the surface of that vast ocean, it did not appear. I was well aware that he was gradually losing confidence in our enterprise.
As for me, I was possessed by the desire to rescue Arthur Pym as well as the survivors of the Jane. And yet, how could he have survived! But then, the half-breed"s fixed idea! Supposing our captain were to give the order to go back, what would Dirk Peters do? Throw himself into the sea rather than return northwards? This it was which made me dread some act of violence on his part, when he heard the greater number of the sailors protesting against this insensate voyage, and talking of putting the ship about, especially towards Hearne, who was stealthily inciting his comrades of the Falklands to insubordination.
It was absolutely necessary not to allow discipline to decline, or discouragement to grow among the crew; so that, on the 7th of January, Captain Len Guy at my request a.s.sembled the men and addressed them in the following words:-- "Sailors of the Halbrane, since our departure from Tsalal Island, the schooner has gained two degrees southwards, and I now inform you, that, conformably with the engagement signed by Mr. Jeorling, four thousand dollars--that is two thousand dollars for each degree--are due to you, and will be paid at the end of the voyage."
These words were greeted with some murmurs of satisfaction, but not with cheers, except those of Hurliguerly the boatswain, and Endicott the cook, which found no echo.
On the 13th of January a conversation took place between the boatswain and myself of a nature to justify my anxiety concerning the temper of our crew.
The men were at breakfast, with the exception of Drap and Stern. The schooner was cutting the water under a stiff breeze. I was walking between the fore and main masts, watching the great flights of birds wheeling about the ship with deafening clangour, and the petrels occasionally perching on our yards. No effort was made to catch or shoot them; it would have been useless cruelty, since their oily and stringy flesh is not eatable.
At this moment Hurliguerly approached me, looked attentively at the birds, and said,-- "I remark one thing, Mr. Jeorling."
"What is it, boatswain?"
"That these birds do not fly so directly south as they did up to the present. Some of them are setting north."
"I have noticed the same fact."
"And I add, Mr. Jeorling, that those who are below there will come back without delay."
"And you conclude from this?"
"I conclude that they feel the approach of winter."
"Of winter?"
"Undoubtedly."
"No, no, boatswain; the temperature is so high that the birds can"t want to get to less cold regions so prematurely."
"Oh! prematurely, Mr. Jeorling."
"Yes, boatswain; do we not know that navigators have always been able to frequent the Antarctic waters until the month of March?"
"Not at such a lat.i.tude. Besides, there are precocious winters as well as precocious summers. The fine season this year was full two months in advance, and it is to ba feared the bad season may come sooner than usual."
"That is very likely," I replied. "After all, it does not signity to us, since our campaign will certainly be over in three weeks."
"If some obstacle does not arise beforehand, Mr. Jeorling."
"And what obstacle?"
"For instance, a continent stretching to the south and barring our way."
"A continent, Hurliguerly!"
"I should not be at all surprised."
"And, in fact, there would be nothing surprising in it."
"As for the lands seen by Dirk Peters," said the boatswain, "where the men of the Jane might have landed on one or another of them, I don"t believe in them."
"Why?"
"Because William Guy, who can only have had a small craft at his disposal, could not have got so far into these seas."
"I do not feel quite so sure of that." a Nevertheless, Mr. Jeorling--"
"What would there be so surprising in William Guy"s being carried to land somewhere by the action of the currents? He did not remain on board his boat for eight months, I suppose. His companions and he may have been able to land on an island, or even on a continent, and that is a sufficient motive for us to pursue our search."
"No doubt--but all are not of your opinion," replied Hurliguerly, shaking his head.
"I know," said I, "and that is what makes me most anxious. Is the ill-feeling increasing?"
"I fear so, Mr. Jeorling. The satisfaction of having gained several hundreds of dollars is already lessened, and the prospect of gaining a few more hundreds does not put a stop to disputes. And yet the prize is tempting! From Tsalal Island to the pole, admitting that we might get there, is six degrees. Now six degrees at two thousand dollars each makes twelve thousand dollars for thirty men, that is four hundred dollars a head A nice little sum to slip into one"s pocket on the return of the Halbrane; but, notwithstanding, that fellow Hearne works so wickedly upon his comrades that I believe they are ready to "bout ship in spite of anybody."
"I can believe that of the recruits, boatswain, but the old crew--"
"H--m! there are three or four of those who are beginning to reflect, and they are not easy in their minds about the prolongation of the voyage."
"I fancy Captain Len Guy and his lieutenant will how to get themselves obeyed."
"We shall see, Mr. Jeorling. But may it not that our captain himself will get disheartened; that the sense of his responsibility will prevail, and that he will renounce his enterprise?"
Yes! this was what I feared, and there was no remedy on that side.
"As for my friend Endicott, Mr. Jeorling, I answer for him as for myself. We would go to the end of the world--if the world has an end--did the captain want to go there. True, we two, Dirk Peters and yourself, are but a few to be a law to the others."
"And what do you think of the half-breed?" I asked.
"Well, our men appear to accuse him chiefly of the prolongation of the voyage. You see, Mr. Jeorling, though you have a good deal to do with it, you pay, and pay well, while this crazy fellow, Dirk Peters, persists in a.s.serting that his poor Pym is still living--his poor Pym who was drowned, or frozen, or crushed--killed, anyhow, one way or another, eleven years ago!"
So completely was this my own belief that I never discussed the subject with the half-breed.
"You see, Mr. Jeorling," resumed the boatswain, "at the first some curiosity was felt about Dirk Peters. Then, after he saved Martin Holt, it was interest. Certainly, he was no more talkative than before, and the bear came no oftener out of his den! But now we know what he is, and no one likes him the better for that. At all events it was he who induced our captain, by talking of land to the south of Tsalal Island, to make this voyage, and it is owing to him that he has reached the eighty-sixth degree of lat.i.tude."
"That is quite true, boatswain."
"And so, Mr. Jeorling, I am always afraid that one of these days somebody will do Peters an ill turn."
"Dirk Peters would defend himself, and I should pity the man who laid a finger on him."
"Quite so. It would not be good for anybody to be in his hands, for they could bend iron! But then, all being against him, he would be forced into the hold."
"Well, well, we have not yet come to that, I hope, and I count on you, Hurliguerly, to prevent any against Dirk Peters. Reason with your men. Make them understand that we have time to return to the Falklands before the end of the fine season. Their reproaches must not be allowed to provide the captain with an excuse for turning back before the object is attained."
"Count on me, Mr. Jeorling, to will serve you to the best of my ability."
"You will not repent of doing so, Hurliguerly. Nothing is easier than to add a round o to the four hundred dollars which each man is to have, if that man be something more than a sailor--even were his functions simply those of boatswain on board the Halbrane."
Nothing important occurred on the 13th and 14th, but a fresh fall in the temperature took place. Captain Len Guy called my attention to this, pointing out the flocks of birds continuously flying north.
While he was speaking to me I felt that his last hopes were fading. And who could wonder? Of the land indicated by the half-breed nothing was seen, and we were already more than one hundred and eighty miles Tsalal Island. At every point of the compa.s.s was the sea, nothing but the vast sea with its desert horizon which the sun"s disk had been nearing since the 21st and would touch on the 21st March, prior to during the six months of the austral night. Honestly, was it possible to admit that William Guy and his five panions could have accomplished such a distance on a craft, and was there one chance in a hundred that the could ever be recovered?
On the 15th of January an observation most carefully taken gave 43A 13aE longitude and 88A 17aE lat.i.tude. The Halbrane was less than two degrees from the pole.
Captain Len Guy did not seek to conceal the result of this observation, and the sailors knew enough of nautical calculation to understand it. Besides, if the consequences had to be explained to them, were not Holt and Hardy there to do this, and Hearne, to exaggerate them to the utmost?
During the afternoon I had indubitable proof that the sealing-master had been working on the minds of the crew. The men, emerging at the foot of the mainmast, talked in whispers and cast evil glances at us. Two or three sailors made threatening gestures undisguisedly; then arose such angry mutterings that West could not to be deaf to them.
He strode forward and called out. "Silence, there! The first man who speaks will have to reckon with me!"
Captain Len Guy was shut up in his cabin, but every moment I expected to see him come out, give one last long around the waste of waters, and then order the ship"s course to be reversed. Nevertheless, on the next day the schooner was sailing in the same direction. Unfortunately--for the circ.u.mstance had some gravity--a mist was beginning to come down on us. I could not keep still, I My apprehensions were redoubled. It was that West was only awaiting the order to change the helm. What mortal anguish soever the captain"s must be, I understood too well that he would not give that order without hesitation.
For several days past I had not seen the half-breed, or, least, I had not exchanged a word with him. He was boycotted by the whole crew, with the exception of the boatswain, who was careful to address him, although rarely got a word in return. Dirk Peters took not faintest notice of this state of things. He remained completely absorbed in his own thoughts, yet, had he heard West give the word to steer north, I know not acts of violence he might have been driven. He seemed to avoid me; was this from a desire not to compromise me?
On the 17th, in the afternoon, however, Dirk Peters manifested an intention of speaking to me, and never, never, could I have imagined what I was to learn in that interview.
It was about half-past two, and, not feeling well, I gone to my cabin, where the side window was open, that at the back was closed. I heard a knock at the dom and asked who was there.
"Dirk Peters," was the reply.
"You want to speak to me?"
"Yes."
"I am coming out."
"If you please--I should prefer--may I come into your cabin?"
"Come in."
He entered, and shut the door behind him?
Without rising I signed to him to seat himself arm-chair, but he remained standing.
"What do you want of me, Dirk Peters?" I asked at length, as he seemed unable to make up his mind to speak.
"I want to tell you something--because it seems well that you should know it, and you only. In the crew--they must never know it."
"If it is a grave matter, and you fear any indiscretion, Dirk Peters, why do you speak to me?"
"If!--I must! Ah, yes! I must! It is impossible to keep it there! It weighs on me like a stone."
And Dirk Peters struck his breast violently.
Then he resumed: "Yes! I am always afraid it may escape me during my sleep, and that someone will hear it, for I dream of it, and in dreaming--"
"You dream," I replied, "and of what?"
"Of him, of him. Therefore it is that I sleep in corners, all alone, for fear that his true name should be discovered."
Then it struck me that the half-breed was perhaps about to respond to an inquiry which I had not yet made--why he had gone to live at the Falklands under the name of Hunt after leaving Illinois?
I put the question to him, and he replied,-- "It is not that; no, it is not that I wish--"
"I insist, Dirk Peters, and I desire to know in the first place for what reason you did not remain in America, for what reason you chose the Falklands--"
"For what reason, sir? Because I wanted to get near Pym, my poor Pym--beeause I hoped to find an opportunity at the Falklands of embarking on a whaling ship bound for the southern sea."
"But that name of Hunt?"
"I would not bear my own name any longer--on account of the affair of the Grampus."
The half-breed was alluding to the scene of the "short straw" (or lot-drawing) on board the American brig, when it was decided between Augustus Barnard, Arthur Pym, Dirk Peters, and Parker, the sailor, that one of the four should be sacrificed--as food for the three others. I remembered the obstinate resistance of Arthur Pym, and how it was impossible for him to refuse to take his the tragedy about to be performed--he says this himself--and the horrible act whose remembrance must poison the existence of all those who had survived it.
Oh, that lot-drawing! The "short straws" were little splinters of wood of uneven length which Arthur held in his hand. The shortest was to designate him who should be immolated. And he speaks of the sort of involuntary fierce desire to deceive his corn that he felt--"to cheat" is the word he uses--but he did not "cheat," and he asks pardon for having had the idea! Let us try to put ourselves in his place!
He made up his mind, and held out his hand, closed on the four slips. Dirk Peters drew the first. Fate favoured him. He had nothing more to fear. Arthur Pym calculated that one more chance was against him. Augustus Barnard drew in his turn. Saved, too, he! And now Arthur Pym reckoned up the exact chances Parker and himself. At that moment all the ferocity the tiger entered into his soul. He conceived an intense and devilish hatred of his poor comrade, his fellow-man.
Five minutes elapsed before Parker dared to draw. At length Arthur Pym, standing with closed eyes, not knowing whether the lot was for or against him, felt a hand seize his own. It was the hand of Dirk Peters. Arthur Pym had escaped death. And then the half-breed upon Parker and stabbed him in the back. The frightful repast followed--immediately--and words are not sufficient to convey to the mind the horror of the reality.
Yes! I knew that hideous story, not a fable, as I had long believed. This was what had happened on board the Grampus, on the I6th of July, 1827, and vainly did I try to understand Dirk Peters" reason for recalling it to my recollection.
"Well, Dirk Peters," I said, "I will ask you, since you were anxious to hide your name, what it was that induced you to reveal it, when the Halbrane was moored off Tsalal Island; why you did not keep to the name of Hunt?"