"Bah!" said he, and shook his head very knowingly. "No matter; you have
been shipwrecked too! Sir, shipwreck shuffles dates as a player does
cards, and the best of us will go wrong in famine, loneliness, cold, and
peril. Be of good cheer, my friend; all will return to you. Sit, sir,
that I may hear your adventures, and I will relate mine."
I saw how it was--he supposed me deranged, a mortifying construction to
place upon the language of a man who had restored him to life; yet a few
moments' reflection taught me to see the reasonableness of it, for
unless he thought me crazy he must conclude I spoke the truth, and it
was inconceivable he should believe that he had lain in a frozen
condition for eight-and-forty years.
I stirred the fire to make more light and sat down near the furnace. His
appearance was very striking. The scar upon his forehead gave a very
dark sullen look to his brows; his eyes were small and were half lost in
the dusky hollows in which they were set, and I observed an
indescribably leering, cunning expression in them, something of which I
attributed to the large quantity of liquor he had swallowed. This
contrasted oddly with the respectable aspect he took from his
baldness--that is, from the nakedness of his poll, for, as I have before
said, his hair fell long and plentifully, in a ring a little above the
ears, so that you would have supposed at some late period of his life he
had been scalped.
I know not how it was, but I felt no joy in this man's company. For some
companion, for some one to speak with, I had yearned again and again
with heart-breaking passion; and now a living man sat before me, yet I
was sensible of no gladness. In truth, I was overawed by him; he
frightened me as one risen from the dead. Here was a creature that had
entered, as it seemed to me, those black portals from which no man ever
returns, and had come back, through my instrumentality, after hard upon
fifty years of the grave. Reason as I might that it was all perfectly in
nature, that there was nothing necromantic or diabolic in it, that it
could not have happened had it not been natural, my spirits were as much
oppressed and confounded by his sitting there alive, talking, and
watching me, as if, being truly dead, life had entered him on a sudden,
and he had risen and walked.
I have no doubt the disorder my mind was in helped to persuade him that
I had not the full possession of my senses. He ran his eye over my
figure and then round the cook-room, and said, "I am impatient to learn
your story, sir."
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