Though I write this description coldly, let it not be supposed that I
was not violently agitated and astonished almost into the belief that
what I beheld was a mere vision, a phenomenon. The sight of the body I
examined did not nearly so greatly astound me as the spectacle of this
ice-locked schooner. It was easy to account for the presence of a dead
man. My own situation, indeed, sufficiently solved the riddle of that
corpse. But the ship, perfect in all respects, was like a stroke of
magic. She lay with a slight list or inclination to larboard, but on the
whole tolerably upright, owing to the corpulence of her bilge. The
hollow or ravine that formed her bed went with a sharp incline under
her stern to the sea, which was visible from the top of the cliffs here
through the split in the rocks. The shelving of the ice put the wash of
the ocean at a distance of a few hundred feet from the schooner; but I
calculated that the vessel's actual elevation above the water-line,
supposing you to measure it with a plummet up and down, did not exceed
twenty feet, if so much, the hollow in which she rested being above
twenty feet deep.
It was very evident that the schooner had in years gone by got embayed
in this ice when it was far to the southward, and had in course of time
been built up in it by floating masses. For how old the ice about the
poles may be who can tell? In those sunless worlds the frozen continents
may well possess the antiquity of the land. And who shall name the
monarch who filled the throne of Britain when this vast field broke away
from the main and started on its stealthy navigation sunwards?
CHAPTER IX.
I LOSE MY BOAT.
I lingered, I daresay, above twenty minutes contemplating this singular
crystal fossil of a ship, and considering whether I should go down to
her and ransack her for whatever might answer my turn. But she looked so
darkly secret under her white garb, and there was something so terrible
in the aspect of the motionless snow-clad sentinel who leaned upon the
rail, that my heart failed me, and I very easily persuaded myself to
believe that, first, it would take me longer to penetrate and search her
than it was proper I should be away from the boat; that, second, it was
scarce to be supposed her crew had left any provisions in her, or that,
if stores there were, they would be fit to eat; and that, finally, my
boat was so small it would be rash to put into her any the most trifling
matter that was not essential to the preservation of my life.
So, concluding to have nothing to do with the ghostly sparkling fabric,
I started for the body under the rock, and with some pain and
staggering, the ice being very jagged, lumpish, and deceitful to the
tread, arrived at it.
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