Those things and other such, rare and beautiful, were visible to the
bodily eye; but the eye of my mind was not therewith content. It
strained its utmost, but saw not what it longed for; and my voice broke
out in bitterness, "Oh, the ships and the men, the men and the ships,
the good Sir John and his daring crews!"
Then I was conscious that my attendant spirit impelled the balloon in a
direction hitherto unexplored, and lo! there beneath us was a ship--a
ship, one of the objects of my search!
A ship! and my heart bounded within me at the first glimpse I caught of
it. But ah! how the blood curdled in my veins, when, at the next moment,
I saw that the ship had not, and could not have occupants. Poor,
ill-fated, ill-treated vessel; never surely did typhoon or whirlwind so
displace thee from thy proper bearings. The troubled waters of the
Atlantic or the Caribbean Sea might indeed have reared thee upwards, and
plunged thee downwards, and made thee reel to and fro, like a drunkard;
but it was alone the frozen waters of the Arctic, that could have forced
thee into this unnatural position, and then cruelly nailed thee there,
to rot into decay.
Ay, stout ship _Erebus_ or _Terror_--I wot not which--there wert thou
lying, or rather there didst thou stand upright, thy bows grovelling in
the ice, thy stern uplifted high in air, thy keel propped up against a
sheer precipice of ice, thy bowsprit shivered into splinters, thy masts
and yards, and tackle, fallen all, and tangled in most inextricable
confusion. One stick alone remained set out horizontally from the deck.
From it drooped the tattered remnant of a flag; it was the blood-red
standard of England!
As the balloon glided downwards towards the wreck, I could have peered
into the after-cabin windows; but a single glance had already satisfied
me that no living being would be found on board. I have said that my
blood curdled in my veins. Turning hastily with a sudden movement of
indignation, I obtained a moment's glance at my guide--his form was
shadowy; but by his hideous features I recognized him as Despair, and
felt that he and I were one.
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