The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
in, keeping, however, at a respectful distance. Too-wit himself
remained on board, and, upon our dropping anchor, invited us to
accompany him on shore, and visit his village in the interior. To
this Captain Guy consented; and ten savages being left on board
as hostages, a party of us, twelve in all, got in readiness to
attend the chief. We took care to be well armed, yet without
evincing any distrust. The schooner had her guns run out, her
boarding-nettings up, and every other proper precaution was taken
to guard against surprise. Directions were left with the chief
mate to admit no person on board during our absence, and, in the
event of our not appearing in twelve hours, to send the cutter,
with a swivel, around the island in search of us.
At every step we took inland the conviction forced itself upon us
that we were in a country differing essentially from any hitherto
visited by civilized men. We saw nothing with which we had been
formerly conversant. The trees resembled no growth of either the
torrid, the temperate, or the northern frigid zones, and were
altogether unlike those of the lower southern latitudes we had
already traversed. The very rocks were novel in their mass, their
color, and their stratification; and the streams themselves,
utterly incredible as it may appear, had so little in common with
those of other climates, that we were scrupulous of tasting them,
and, indeed, had difficulty in bringing ourselves to believe that
their qualities were purely those of nature. At a small brook
which crossed our path (the first we had reached) Too-wit and his
attendants halted to drink. On account of the singular character
of the water, we refused to taste it, supposing it to be
polluted; and it was not until some time afterward we came to
understand that such was the appearance of the streams throughout
the whole group. I am at a loss to give a distinct idea of the
nature of this liquid, and cannot do so without many words.
Although it flowed with rapidity in all declivities where common
water would do so, yet never, except when falling in a cascade,
had it the customary appearance of limpidity. It was,
nevertheless, in point of fact, as perfectly limpid as any
limestone water in existence, the difference being only in
appearance. At first sight, and especially in cases where little
declivity was found, it bore resemblance, as regards consistency,
to a thick infusion of gum arabic in common water. But this was
only the least remarkable of its extraordinary qualities. It was
not colourless, nor was it of any one uniform colour—presenting
to the eye, as it flowed, every possible shade of purple; like
the hues of a changeable silk. This variation in shade was
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