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
I will relate one of these adventures by way of introduction to a
longer and more momentous narrative. One night there was a party
at Mr. Barnard’s, and both Augustus and myself were not a little
intoxicated toward the close of it. As usual, in such cases, I
took part of his bed in preference to going home. He went to
sleep, as I thought, very quietly (it being near one when the
party broke up), and without saying a word on his favorite topic.
It might have been half an hour from the time of our getting in
bed, and I was just about falling into a doze, when he suddenly
started up, and swore with a terrible oath that he would not go
to sleep for any Arthur Pym in Christendom, when there was so
glorious a breeze from the southwest. I never was so astonished
in my life, not knowing what he intended, and thinking that the
wines and liquors he had drunk had set him entirely beside
himself. He proceeded to talk very coolly, however, saying he
knew that I supposed him intoxicated, but that he was never more
sober in his life. He was only tired, he added, of lying in bed
on such a fine night like a dog, and was determined to get up and
dress, and go out on a frolic with the boat. I can hardly tell
what possessed me, but the words were no sooner out of his mouth
than I felt a thrill of the greatest excitement and pleasure, and
thought his mad idea one of the most delightful and most
reasonable things in the world. It was blowing almost a gale, and
the weather was very cold—it being late in October. I sprang out
of bed, nevertheless, in a kind of ecstasy, and told him I was
quite as brave as himself, and quite as tired as he was of lying
in bed like a dog, and quite as ready for any fun or frolic as
any Augustus Barnard in Nantucket.
We lost no time in getting on our clothes and hurrying down to
the boat. She was lying at the old decayed wharf by the
lumber-yard of Pankey & Co., and almost thumping her side out
against the rough logs. Augustus got into her and bailed her, for
she was nearly half full of water. This being done, we hoisted
jib and mainsail, kept full, and started boldly out to sea.
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