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Chapter XIX. Land?

           

           “Sir,”hewouldhavesaidtome,“thisisnottheway!No,thisisnottheway!”AndhowcouldIhaveansweredhim?

           Towardsseveno’clockintheeveningaratherthickmistarose;thiswouldtendtomakethenavigationoftheschoonerdifficultanddangerous.

           Theday,withitsemotionsofanxietyandalternatives,hadwornmeout.SoIreturnedtomycabin,whereIthrewmyselfonmybunkinmyclothes.

           Butsleepdidnotcometome,owingtomybesettingthoughts.IwillinglyadmitthattheconstantreadingofEdgarPoe’sworks,andreadingtheminthisplaceinwhichhisheroesdelighted,hadexercisedaninfluenceonmewhichIdidnotfullyrecognize.

           To-morrow,theforty-eighthourswouldbeup,thelastconcessionwhichthecrewhadmadetomyentreaties.

           “Thingsarenotgoingasyouwish?”theboatswainsaidtomejustasIwasleavingthedeck.

           No,certainlynot,sincelandwasnottobeseenbehindthefleetoficebergs.Ifnosignofacoastappearedbetweenthesemovingmasses,CaptainLenGuywouldsteernorthto-morrow.

           Ah!wereIonlymasteroftheschooner!IfIcouldhaveboughtitevenatthepriceofallmyfortune,ifthesemenhadbeenmyslavestodrivebythelash,theHalbraneshouldneverhavegivenupthisvoyage,evenifitledhersofarasthepointabovewhichflamestheSouthernCross.

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