I then went on deck, and easily enough, the deck being slippery, got my
first man to where the huge fellow was that had sentinelled the vessel
when I first looked down upon her; but when I viewed the slopes, broken
into rocks, which I, though unburdened, had found hard enough to ascend,
I was perfectly certain I should never be able to transport the bodies
to the top of the cliffs, I must either let them fall into the great
split astern of the ship, or lower them over the side and leave the
hollow in which the schooner lay to be their tomb.
I paced about, not greatly noticing the cold in the little valley, and
relishing the brisk exercise, scheming to convey the bodies to the sea,
for I was passionately in earnest in wishing the four of them away; but
to no purpose. I had but my arms, and scheme as I would, I could not
make them stronger than they were. It was still blowing a fresh bright
gale from the south; the sea, as might be known by the noise of it, beat
very heavily against the cliffs of ice; and the extremity of the hollow,
where it opened to the ocean but without showing it, was again and again
veiled by a vast cloud of spray, the rain of which I could hear ringing
like volleys of shot as the wind smote it and drove it with incredible
force against the rocks past the brow of the north slope. I thought to
myself there should be power in this wind to quicken the sliding of even
so mighty a berg as this island northwards. Every day should steal it by
something, however inconsiderable, nearer to warmer regions, and no
gale, nay, no gentle swell even, but must help to crack and loosen it
into pieces. "Oh," cried I, "for the power to rupture this bed, that the
schooner might slip into the sea! Think of her running north before such
a gale as this, steadily bearing me towards a more temperate clime, and
into the road of ships!" I clenched my hands with a wild yearning in my
heart. Should I ever behold my country again? should I ever meet a
living man? The white and frozen steeps glared a bald reply; and I heard
nothing but menace in the shrill noises of the wind and the deep and
thunderous roaring of the ocean.
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