The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American; Short stories
It grew late. The day was about to dawn; and it was thought
expedient, at length, to proceed at once to the dissection. A
student, however, was especially desirous of testing a theory of
his own, and insisted upon applying the battery to one of the
pectoral muscles. A rough gash was made, and a wire hastily
brought in contact, when the patient, with a hurried but quite
unconvulsive movement, arose from the table, stepped into the
middle of the floor, gazed about him uneasily for a few seconds,
and then—spoke. What he said was unintelligible, but words were
uttered; the syllabification was distinct. Having spoken, he fell
heavily to the floor.
For some moments all were paralyzed with awe—but the urgency of
the case soon restored them their presence of mind. It was seen
that Mr. Stapleton was alive, although in a swoon. Upon
exhibition of ether he revived and was rapidly restored to
health, and to the society of his friends—from whom, however, all
knowledge of his resuscitation was withheld, until a relapse was
no longer to be apprehended. Their wonder—their rapturous
astonishment—may be conceived.
The most thrilling peculiarity of this incident, nevertheless, is
involved in what Mr. S. himself asserts. He declares that at no
period was he altogether insensible—that, dully and confusedly,
he was aware of everything which happened to him, from the moment
in which he was pronounced dead by his physicians, to that in
which he fell swooning to the floor of the hospital. “I am
alive,” were the uncomprehended words which, upon recognizing the
locality of the dissecting-room, he had endeavored, in his
extremity, to utter.
It were an easy matter to multiply such histories as these—but I
forbear—for, indeed, we have no need of such to establish the
fact that premature interments occur. When we reflect how very
rarely, from the nature of the case, we have it in our power to
detect them, we must admit that they may frequently occur without
our cognizance. Scarcely, in truth, is a graveyard ever
encroached upon, for any purpose, to any great extent, that
skeletons are not found in postures which suggest the most
fearful of suspicions.
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