Ледяной сфинкс
Chapter XVI. Tsalal Island
AtahundredpacesdistanceHuntbegantoruntowardsanenormousmassofrock,climbedonitwithgreatagility,andlookedoutoverawideextentofspacelikeamanwhooughttorecognizetheplaceheisin,butdoesnot.
“Whatisthematterwithhim?”askedCaptainLenGuy,whowasobservingHuntattentively.
“Idon’tknowwhatisthematterwithhim,captain.But,asyouareaware,everythingaboutthismanisodd:hiswaysareinexplicable,andoncertainsidesofhimheseemstobelongtothosestrangebeingswhomArthurPymassertsthathefoundonthisisland.Onewouldevensaythat—”
“That—”repeatedthecaptain.
Andthen,withoutfinishingmysentence,Isaid,—
“Captain,areyousurethatyoumadeagoodobservationwhenyoutookthealtitudeyesterday?”
“Certainly.”
“Sothatyourpoint—”
“Gave83°20’oflatitudeand43°5’oflongitude.”
“Exactly?”
“Exactly.”
“Thereis,then,nodoubtthatweareonTsalalIsland?”
“None,Mr.Jeorling,ifTsalalIslandlieswhereArthurPymplacesit.”
Thiswasquitetrue,therecouldbenodoubtonthepoint,andyetofallthatArthurPymdescribednothingexisted,orrather,nothingwasanylongertobeseen.Notatree,notashrub,notaplantwasvisibleinthelandscape.TherewasnosignofthewoodedhillsbetweenwhichthevillageofKlock-Klockoughttolie,orofthestreamsfromwhichthecrewoftheJanehadnotventuredtodrink.
