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
Finding that I could now trust my companions to hold the end of
the rope, I again made three or four plunges into the cabin,
although it was now quite dark, and a gentle but long swell from
the northward rendered the hulk somewhat unsteady. In the course
of these attempts I succeeded in bringing up two case-knives, a
three-gallon jug, empty, and a blanket, but nothing which could
serve us for food. I continued my efforts, after getting these
articles, until I was completely exhausted, but brought up
nothing else. During the night Parker and Peters occupied
themselves by turns in the same manner; but nothing coming to
hand, we now gave up this attempt in despair, concluding that we
were exhausting ourselves in vain.
We passed the remainder of this night in a state of the most
intense mental and bodily anguish that can possibly be imagined.
The morning of the sixteenth at length dawned, and we looked
eagerly around the horizon for relief, but to no purpose. The sea
was still smooth, with only a long swell from the northward, as
on yesterday. This was the sixth day since we had tasted either
food or drink, with the exception of the bottle of port wine, and
it was clear that we could hold out but a very little while
longer unless something could be obtained. I never saw before,
nor wish to see again, human beings so utterly emaciated as
Peters and Augustus. Had I met them on shore in their present
condition I should not have had the slightest suspicion that I
had ever beheld them. Their countenances were totally changed in
character, so that I could not bring myself to believe them
really the same individuals with whom I had been in company but a
few days before. Parker, although sadly reduced, and so feeble
that he could not raise his head from his bosom, was not so far
gone as the other two. He suffered with great patience, making no
complaint, and endeavouring to inspire us with hope in every
manner he could devise. For myself, although at the commencement
of the voyage I had been in bad health, and was at all times of a
delicate constitution, I suffered less than any of us, being much
less reduced in frame, and retaining my powers of mind in a
surprising degree, while the rest were completely prostrated in
intellect, and seemed to be brought to a species of second
childhood, generally simpering in their expressions, with idiotic
smiles, and uttering the most absurd platitudes. At intervals,
however, they would appear to revive suddenly, as if inspired all
at once with a consciousness of their condition, when they would
spring upon their feet in a momentary flash of vigour, and speak,
for a short period, of their prospects, in a manner altogether
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