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
_March 6th._-The gray vapor had now arisen many more degrees
above the horizon, and was gradually losing its grayness of tint.
The heat of the water was extreme, even unpleasant to the touch,
and its milky hue was more evident than ever. Today a violent
agitation of the water occurred very close to the canoe. It was
attended, as usual, with a wild flaring up of the vapor at its
summit, and a momentary division at its base. A fine white
powder, resembling ashes—but certainly not such—fell over the
canoe and over a large surface of the water, as the flickering
died away among the vapor and the commotion subsided in the sea.
Nu-Nu now threw himself on his face in the bottom of the boat,
and no persuasions could induce him to arise.
_March 7th._-This day we questioned Nu-Nu concerning the motives
of his countrymen in destroying our companions; but he appeared
to be too utterly overcome by terror to afford us any rational
reply. He still obstinately lay in the bottom of the boat; and,
upon reiterating the questions as to the motive, made use only of
idiotic gesticulations, such as raising with his forefinger the
upper lip, and displaying the teeth which lay beneath it. These
were black. We had never before seen the teeth of an inhabitant
of Tsalal.
_March 8th._-To-day there floated by us one of the white animals
whose appearance upon the beach at Tsalal had occasioned so wild
a commotion among the savages. I would have picked it up, but
there came over me a sudden listlessness, and I forbore. The heat
of the water still increased, and the hand could no longer be
endured within it. Peters spoke little, and I knew not what to
think of his apathy. Nu-Nu breathed, and no more.
_March 9th._-The whole ashy material fell now continually around
us, and in vast quantities. The range of vapor to the southward
had arisen prodigiously in the horizon, and began to assume more
distinctness of form. I can liken it to nothing but a limitless
cataract, rolling silently into the sea from some immense and
far-distant rampart in the heaven. The gigantic curtain ranged
along the whole extent of the southern horizon. It emitted no
sound.
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