"May the blessed Virgin preserve us!" he said. "Do you say we have
drifted north? If this is not the very heart of the south pole you shall
persuade me we are on the equator."
"It cannot storm too terribly for us, as you just now said," I replied.
"I want this island to go to pieces."
As I said this a solid pillar of ice just beyond the brow of the hill on
the starboard side was dislodged or blown down; it fell with a mighty
crash, and filled the air with crystal splinters. Tassard started back
with a faint cry of "Bon Dieu!"
"Judge for yourself how the ship lies," said I; "this is freezing work."
He went aft and looked over the stern, then walked to the larboard rail
and peered over the side.
"Is there ice beyond that opening?" he asked, pointing over the
taffrail.
"No," I answered; "that goes to the sea. There is a low cliff beyond.
Mark that cloud of white; it is the spray hurled athwart the mouth of
this hollow."
"Good," he mumbled with his teeth chattering. "The change is marvellous.
There was ice for a quarter of a mile where that slope ends. 'Tis too
cold to converse here."
"_There_ are your companions," said I, pointing to the two bodies lying
a little distance before the mainmast.
He marched up to them, and exclaimed, "Yes, this is Trentanove and that
is Barros. Both were blind, but they are blinder now. Would they thank
you to arouse them out of their comfortable sleep and force them to feel
as I do, this cold to which they are now as insensible as I was? By
heaven, for my part, I can stand it no longer;" and with that he ran
briskly to the hatch.
I followed him to the cook-room and he crept so close to the furnace
that I thought he had a mind to roast himself. No doubt, newly come to
life as he was, the cold hurt him more than me, and maybe the tide of
those animal spirits which had in his former existence furnished him
with a brute courage had not yet flowed full to his mind; still I
questioned even in his heydey if there had ever been much more than the
swashbuckler in him, which opinion, however, could only increase the
anxiety his companionship was like to cause me by obliging me to
understand that I must prepare myself for treachery, and on no account
whatever to suppose for a moment that he was capable of the least degree
of gratitude or was to be swerved from any design he might form by
considerations of my claim upon him as his preserver.
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