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
He succeeded very quickly in reaching the door, when, loosening
one of the chains from his ankle, he made every exertion to force
the passage with it, but in vain, the framework of the room being
far stronger than was anticipated. He was quite exhausted with
his long stay under water, and it became absolutely necessary
that some other one of us should take his place. For this service
Parker immediately volunteered; but, after making three
ineffectual efforts, found that he could never even succeed in
getting near the door. The condition of Augustus’s wounded arm
rendered it useless for him to attempt going down, as he would be
unable to force the room open should he reach it, and it
accordingly now devolved upon me to exert myself for our common
deliverance.
Peters had left one of the chains in the passage, and I found,
upon plunging in, that I had not sufficient balance to keep me
firmly down. I determined, therefore, to attempt no more, in my
first effort, than merely to recover the other chain. In groping
along the floor of the passage for this, I felt a hard substance,
which I immediately grasped, not having time to ascertain what it
was, but returning and ascending instantly to the surface. The
prize proved to be a bottle, and our joy may be conceived when I
say that it was found to be full of port wine. Giving thanks to
God for this timely and cheering assistance, we immediately drew
the cork with my penknife, and, each taking a moderate sup, felt
the most indescribable comfort from the warmth, strength, and
spirits with which it inspired us. We then carefully recorked the
bottle, and, by means of a handkerchief, swung it in such a
manner that there was no possibility of its getting broken.
Having rested a while after this fortunate discovery, I again
descended, and now recovered the chain, with which I instantly
came up. I then fastened it on and went down for the third time,
when I became fully satisfied that no exertions whatever, in that
situation, would enable me to force open the door of the
storeroom. I therefore returned in despair.
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