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POE S WORKS

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VOL. II
TALES CONTINUED



Edgar Allan Poe



LONDON

A. & C. BLACK, SOHO SQUARE
1899




Published in Monthly Volumes 1874-75

and re-issued in 1880
Reprinted for Standard Edition 1899




CONTENTS



PAGE
THE NARRATIVE OF ARTHUR GORDON PYM OF NANTUCKET . 1

THE POWER OF WORDS . . . . .189

THE COLLOQUY OF MONOS AND UNA . . . .194

THE CONVERSATION OF EIROS AND CHARMION . . 204

SHADOW. A PARABLE . . . . .210

SILENCE. A FABLE . ... 213

A TALE OF JERUSALEM . . . 217

A TALE OF THE RAGGED MOUNTAINS .... 222

THE SPECTACLES . .. . . . . 234

THE Duo DE L OMELETTE . . , . 261

THE OBLONG Box ... 265

KING PEST . . . . . . .278

THREE SUNDAYS IN A WEEK . 292

THE DEVIL IN THE BELFRY . ... 299

LIONIZING ....... 308

THE MAN OF THE CROWD . 314

NEVER BET THE DEVIL YOUR HEAD .... 324

THOU ART THE MAN ...... 335

THE SPHINX .... 351

SOME WORDS WITH A MUMMY .... 356

HOP-FROG 374



VI CONTENTS.

PA.GE

FOUR BEASTS IN ONE . .... 385

WHY THE LITTLE FRENCHMAN WEARS His HAND IN A SLING 394
BON-BON . . .401

THE SYSTEM OF DOCTOR TAKR AND PROFESSOR FETHER . 419

THE LITERARY LIFE OF THINGUM BOB, ESQ. . . 439

How TO WRITE A BLACKWOOD ARTICLE . 460

A PREDICAMENT ... . 471

MYSTIFICATION ...... 481

X-ING A PARAGRAB ...... 490

DIDDLING CONSIDERED AS ONE OF THE EXACT SCIENCES . 497

THE ANGEL OF THE ODD ..... 509

MELLONTA TAUTA . 520

Loss OF BREATH . . . 535

THE MAN THAT WAS USED UP . 549

THE BUSINESS MAN 560




THE NAREATIVE



AETHUE GOEDON PYM OF NANTUCKET

COMPRISING

THE DETAILS OF A MUTINY AND ATROCIOUS BUTCHERY ON
BOARD THE AMERICAN BRIG GRAMPUS, ON HER WAY TO THE
SOUTH SEAS WITH AN ACCOUNT OF THE RECAPTURE OF THE
VESSEL BY THE SURVIVORS ; THEIR SHIPWRECK, AND SUBSE
QUENT HORRIBLE SUFFERINGS FROM FAMINE ; THEIR DE
LIVERANCE BY MEANS OF THE BRITISH SCHOONER JANE

GUY ; THE BRIEF CRUISE OF THIS LATTER VESSEL IN THE
ANTARCTIC OCEAN ; HER CAPTURE, AND THE MASSACRE OF
HER CREW AMONG A GROUP OF ISLANDS IN THE 84TH
PARALLEL OF SOUTHERN LATITUDE, TOGETHER WITH THE
INCREDIBLE ADVENTURES AND DISCOVERIES STILL FURTHER
SOUTH, TO WHICH THAT DISTRESSING CALAMITY GAVE RISE.

PRELIMINARY NOTICE.

UPON my return to the United States a few months ago,
after the extraordinary series of adventures in the South
Seas and elsewhere, of which an account is given in the
following pages, accident threw me into the society of several
gentlemen in Richmond, Va., who felt deep interest in all
matters relating to the regions I had visited, and who were
constantly urging it upon me, as a duty, to give my narra
tive to the public. I had several reasons, however, for de-
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THE NARRATIVE OF

eliniug to do so, some of which were of a nature altogether
private/ and concern no person but myself; others not so
much so. One consideration which deterred me was that,
having kept no journal during a greater portion of the
time in which I was absent, I feared I should not be able
to write from mere memory a statement so minute and
connected as to have the appearance of that truth it would
really possess, barring only the natural and unavoidable
exaggeration to which all of us are prone when detailing
events which have had powerful influence in exciting the
imaginative faculties. Another reason was, that the inci
dents to be narrated were of a nature so positively marvel
lous, that, unsupported as my assertions must necessarily be
(except by the evidence of a single individual, and he a
half-breed Indian), I could only hope for belief among my
family and those of my friends who have had reason through
life to put faith in my veracity the probability being that
the public at large would regard what I should put forth
as merely an impudent and ingenious fiction. A distrust
in my own abilities as a writer was, nevertheless, one of the
principal causes which prevented me from complying with
the suggestions of my advisers.

Among those gentlemen in Virginia who expressed the
greatest interest in my statement, more particularly in re
gard to that portion of it which related to the Antarctic
Ocean, was Mr. Poe, lately editor of the Southern Literary
Messenger, a monthly magazine, published by Mr. Thomas
W. White, in the city of Richmond. He strongly advised
me, among others, to prepare at once a full account of what
I had seen and undergone, and trust to the shrewdness and
common sense of the public insisting with great plausi
bility that however roughly, as regards mere authorship,
my book should be got up, its very uncouthness, if there
were any, would give it all the better chance of being
received as truth.

Notwithstanding this representation, I did not make
up my mind to do as he suggested. He afterwards pro
posed (finding that I would not stir in the matter) that I
should allow him to draw up in his own words a narrative



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of the earlier portion of my adventures, from facts afforded
by myself, publishing it in the Southern Messenger under
the garb of fiction. To this, perceiving no objection, I con
sented, stipulating only that my real name should be
retained. Two numbers of the pretended fiction appeared
consequently in the Messenger for January and February
(1837), and, in order that it might certainly be regarded as
fiction, the name of Mr. Poe was affixed to the articles in
the table of contents of the magazine.

The manner in which this ruse was received has induced
me at length to undertake a regular compilation and publi
cation of the adventures in question ; for I found that, in
spite of the air of fable which had been so ingeniously
thrown around that portion of my statement which appeared
in the Messenger (without altering or distorting a single fact),
the public were still not at all disposed to receive it as
fable, and several letters were sent to Mr. P. s address, dis
tinctly expressing a conviction to the contrary. I thence
concluded that the facts of my narrative would prove of
such a nature as to carry with them sufficient evidence of
their own authenticity, and that I had consequently little to
fear on the score of popular incredulity.

This expost being made, it will be seen at once how
much of what follows I claim to be my own writing ; and
it will also be understood that no fact is misrepresented in
the first few pages, which were written by Mr. Poe. Even
to those readers who have not seen the Messenger, it will
be unnecessary to point out where his portion ends and
my own commences ; the difference in point of style will be
readily perceived.

A. G. PYM.

NEW YORK, July 1838.



THE NARRATIVE OF



CHAPTER I.

MY name is Arthur Gordon Pym. My father was u
respectable trader in sea-stores at Nantucket, where 1 was
born. My maternal grandfather was an attorney in good
practice. He was fortunate in everything, and had specu
lated very successfully in stocks of the Edgarton New Bank,
as it was formerly called. By these and other means he
had managed to lay by a tolerable sum of money. He was
more attached to myself, T believe, than to any other person
in the world, and I expected to inherit the most of his
property at his death. He sent me, at six years of age, to
the school of old Mr. Ricketts, a gentleman with only one
arm, and of eccentric manners he is well known to almost
every person who has visited New Bedford. I stayed at
his school until I was sixteen, when I left him for Mr. E.
Ronald s academy on the hill. Here I became intimate
with the son of Mr. Barnard, a sea captain, who generally
sailed in the employ of Lloyd and Vredenburgh Mr.
Barnard is also very well known in New Bedford, and has
many relations, I am certain, in Edgarton. His son was
named Augustus, and he was nearly two years older than
myself. He had been on a whaling voyage with his father
in the John Donaldson, and was always talking to me of
his adventures in the South Pacific Ocean. I used fre
quently to go home with him, and remain all day, and
sometimes all night. "We occupied the same bed, and he
would be sure to keep me awake until almost light, telling
me stories of the natives of the Island of Tinian, and other
places he had visited in his travels. At last I could not
help being interested in what he said, and by degrees I felt
the greatest desire to go to sea. I owned a sail-boat
called the Ariel, and worth about seventy-five dollars. She
had a half-deck or cuddy, and was rigged sloop-fashion
I forget her tonnage, but she would hold ten persons with
out much crowding. In this boat we were in the habit of



ARTHUR GORDON PYM. 5

going on some of the maddest freaks in the world ; and,
when I now think of them, it appears to me a thousand
wonders that I am alive to-day.

I will relate one of these adventures by way of intro
duction 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 towards 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 favourite 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 Christ
endom when there was so glorious a breeze from the south
west. 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 and Co., and almost
thumping her sides out against the rough logs. Augustus
got into her and baled her, for she was nearly half full of



6 THE NARRATIVE OF

water. This being done we hoisted jib and mainsail, kept
full, and started boldly out to sea.

The wind, as I before said, blew freshly from the south
west. The night was very clear and cold. Augustus had
taken the helm, and I stationed myself by the mast on the
deck of the cuddy. We flew along at a great rate, neither
of us having said a word since casting loose from the wharf.
I now asked my companion what course he intended to
steer, and what time he thought it probable we should get
back. He whistled for a few minutes, and then said crustily,
" / am going to sea, you may go home if you think proper."
Turning my eyes upon him, I perceived at once that, in
spite of his assumed nonchalance, he w r as. greatly agitated. I
could see him distinctly by the light of the moon, his face
was paler than any marble, and his hand shook so excessively
that he could scarcely retain hold of the tiller. I found
that something had gone wrong, and became seriously
alarmed. At this period I knew little about the manage
ment of a boat, and was now depending entirely upon the
nautical skill of my friend. The wind, too, had suddenly
increased, and we were fast getting out of the lee of the
land, still I was ashamed to betray any trepidation, and for
almost half-an-hour maintained a resolute silence. I could
stand it no longer, however, and spoke to Augustus about
the propriety of turning back. As before, it was nearly
a minute before he made answer or took any notice of
my suggestion. " By-and-by," said he at length, " time
enough home by-and-by." I had expected such a reply,
but there was something in the tone of these words which
filled me with an indescribable feeling of dread. I again
looked at the speaker attentively. His lips were perfectly
livid, and his knees shook so violently together that he
seemed scarcely able to stand. " For God s sake, Augustus,"
I screamed, now heartily frightened, " what ails you ] what
is the matter ? what are you going to do 1 " " Matter ! " he
stammered, in the greatest apparent surprise, letting go the
tiller at the same moment, and falling forward into the
bottom of the boat "matter! why, nothing is the
matter going home d d don t you see ? " The whole



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truth iiow flashed upon me. I flew to him and raised him
up. He was drunk beastly drunk he could no longer
either stand, speak, or see. His eyes were perfectly
glazed ; and as I let him go in the extremity of my
despair, he rolled like a mere log into the bilge-water
from which I had lifted him. It was evident that during
the evening he had drunk far more than I suspected, and
that his conduct in bed had been the result of a highly-
concentrated state of intoxication a state which, like
madness, frequently enables the victim to imitate the out
ward demeanour of one in perfect possession of his senses.
The coolness of the night air, however, had had its usual
effect the mental energy began to yield before its influ
ence and the confused perception which he no doubt then
had of his perilous situation had assisted in hastening the
catastrophe. He was now thoroughly insensible, and there
was no probability that he would be otherwise for many
hours.

It is hardly possible to conceive the extremity of my
terror. The fumes of the wine lately taken had evaporated,
leaving me doubly timid and irresolute. I knew that I was
altogether incapable of managing the boat, and that a fierce
wind and strong ebb tide were hurrying us to destruction.
A storm was evidently gathering behind us ; we had neither
compass nor provisions, and it was clear that, if we held
our present course, we should be out of sight of land before
daybreak. These thoughts, with a crowd of others equally
fearful, flashed through my mind with a bewildering rapidity,
and for some moments paralysed me beyond the possi
bility of making any exertion. The boat was going
through the water at a terrible rate, full before the
wind, no reef in either jib or mainsail, running her
bows completely under the foam. It was a thousand
wonders she did not broach to Augustus having let go the
tiller, as I said before, and I being too much agitated to
think of taking it myself. By good luck, however, she kept
steady, and gradually I recovered some degree of presence
of mind. Still the wind was increasing fearfully ; and
whenever we rose from a plunge forward, the sea behind fell



8 THE NARRATIVE OF

combing over our counter, and deluged us with water. I
was so utterly benumbed, too, in every limb, as to be nearly
unconscious of sensation. At length I summoned up the
resolution of despair, and, rushing to the mainsail, let it go
by the run. As might have been expected, it flew over the
bows, and, getting drenched with water, carried away the
mast short off by the board. This latter accident alone
saved me from instant destruction. Under the jib only I
now boomed along before the wind, shipping heavy seas
occasionally, but relieved from the terror of immediate
death. I took the helm, and breathed with greater freedom
as I found that there yet remained to us a chance of ulti
mate escape. Augustus still lay senseless in the bottom of
the boat, and as there was imminent danger of his drowning
(the water being nearly a foot deep just where he fell), I
contrived to raise him partially up, and keep him in a
sitting position, by passing a rope round his waist, and
lashing it to a ringbolt in the deck of the cuddy. Having
thus arranged everything as well as I could in my chilled
and agitated condition, I recommended myself to God, and
made up my mind to bear whatever might happen with all
the fortitude in my power.

Hardly had I come to this resolution, when, suddenly,
a loud and long scream or yell, as if from the throats of a
thousand demons, seemed to pervade the whole atmosphere
around and above the boat. Never while I live shall I
forget the intense agony of terror I experienced at that
moment. My hair stood erect on my head I felt the
blood congealing in my veins my heart ceased utterly to
beat, and without having once raised my eyes to learn the
source of my alarm, I tumbled headlong and insensible upon
the body of my fallen companion.

I found myself, upon reviving, in the cabin of a large
whaling-ship (the Penguin) bound to Nantucket. Several
persons were standing over me, and Augustus, paler than
death, was busily occupied in chafing my hands. Upon
seeing me open my eyes, his exclamations of gratitude and
joy excited alternate laughter and tears from the rough-
looking personages who were present. The mystery of our



ARTHUR GORDON PYM. 9

being in existence was now soon explained. We had been
run down by the whaling-ship, which was close-hauled,
beating up to Nantucket with every sail she could venture
to set, and consequently running almost at right angles to
our own course. Several men were on the look-out forward,
but did not perceive our boat until it was an impossibility
to avoid coming in contact their shouts of warning upon
seeing us were what so terribly alarmed me. The huge
ship, I was told, rode immediately over us with as much
ease as our own little vessel would have passed over a
feather, and without the least perceptible impediment to
her progress. Not a scream arose from the deck of the
victim ; there was a slight grating sound to be heard
mingling with the roar of wind and water, as the frail bark
which was swallowed up nibbed for a moment along the
keel of her destroyer ; but this was all. Thinking our
boat (which it will be remembered was dismasted) some
mere shell cut adrift as useless, the captain (Captain E. T.
V. Block, of New London) was for proceeding on his course
without troubling himself further about the matter. Luckily,
there were two of the look-out who swore positively to hav
ing seen some person at our helm, and represented the
possibility of yet saving him. A discussion ensued, when
Block grew angry, and, after a while, said that " it was no
business of his to be eternally watching for egg-shells ; that
the ship should not put about for any such nonsense ; and
if there was a man run down, it was nobody s fault but his
own ; he might drown and be d d," or some language to
that effect. Henderson, the first mate, now took the matter
up, being justly indignant, as well as the whole ship s crew
at a speech evincing such a degree of heartless atrocity.
He spoke plainly, seeing himself upheld by the men, told
the captain he considered him a fit subject for the gallows,
and that he would disobey his orders if he were hanged for
it the moment he set his foot on shore. He strode aft,
jostling Block (who turned very pale and made no answer)
on one side, and seizing the helm, gave the word, in a firm
voice, Hard-a-lee ! The men flew to their posts, and the
ship went cleverly about. All this had occupied nearly five



10 THE NARRATIVE OF

minutes, and it was supposed to be hardly within the
bounds of possibility that any individual could be saved
allowing any to have been on board the boat. Yet, as the
reader has seen, both Augustus and myself were rescued ;
and our deliverance seemed to have been brought about by
two of those almost inconceivable pieces of good fortune
which are attributed by the wise and pious to the special
interference of Providence.

While the ship was yet in stays, the mate lowered the
jolly-boat and jumped into her with the very two men, I
believe, who spoke up as having seen me at the helm. They
had just left the lee of the vessel (the moon still shining
brightly) when she made a long and heavy roll to windward,
and Henderson, at the same moment, starting up in his seat,
bawled out to his crew to back water. He would say nothing
else repeating his cry impatiently, back water ! back water !
The men put back as speedily as possible ; but by this time
the ship had gone round and gotten fully under headway,
although all hands on board were making great exertions to
take in sail. In despite of the danger of the attempt, the
mate clung to the main-chains as soon as they came within
his reach. Another huge lurch now brought the starboard
side of the vessel out of water nearly as far as her keel,
when the cause of his anxiety was rendered obvious enough.
The body of a man was seen to be affixed in the most
singular manner to the smooth and shining bottom (the
Penguin was coppered and copper-fastened), and beating
violently against it with every movement of the hull.
After several ineffectual efforts, made during the lurches of
the ship, and at the imminent risk of swamping the boat, I
was finally disengaged from my perilous situation and taken
on board, for the body proved to be my own. It appeared
that one of the timber-bolts having started arid broken a
passage through the copper, it had arrested my progress as
I passed under the ship, and fastened me in so extraordinary
a manner to her bottom. The head of the bolt had made
its way through the collar of the green baize jacket I had
on, and through the back part of my neck, forcing itself out
between two sinews and just below the right ear. I was



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immediately put to bed although life seemed to be totally
extinct. There was no surgeon on board. The captain,
however, treated me with every attention to make amends,
I presume, in the eyes of his crew, for his atrocious behavi
our in the previous portion of the adventure.

In the meantime, Henderson had again put off from the
ship, although the wind was now blowing almost a hurri
cane. He had not been gone many minutes when he fell in
with some fragments of our boat, and shortly afterwards one
of the men with him asserted that he could distinguish a
cry for help at intervals amid the roaring of the tempest.
This induced the hardy seamen to persevere in their search
for more than half-an-hour, although repeated signals to
return were made them by Captain Block, and although
every moment on the water in so frail a boat was fraught
to them with the most imminent and deadly peril. Indeed,
it is nearly impossible to conceive how the small jolly they
were iri could have escaped destruction for a single instant.
She was built, however, for the whaling service, and was
fitted, as I have since had reason to believe, with air-boxes,
in the manner of some life-boats used on the coast of
Wales.

After searching in vain for about the period of time just
mentioned, it was determined to get back to the ship. They
had scarcely made this resolve when a feeble cry arose from
a dark object that floated rapidly by. They pursued and
soon overtook it. It proved to be the entire deck of the
Ariel s cuddy. Augustus was struggling near it, apparently
in the last agonies. Upon getting hold of him it was found
that he was attached by a rope to the floating timber. This
rope, it will be remembered, I had myself tied round his
waist, and made fast to a ringbolt, for the purpose of
keeping him in an upright position, and my so doing, it
appeared, had been ultimately the means of preserving his
life. The Ariel was slightly put together, and in going
down her frame naturally went to pieces ; the deck of the
cuddy, as might have been expected, was lifted, by the force
of the water rushing in, entirely from the main timbers, and
floated (with other fragments, no doubt) to the surface



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Augustus was buoyed up with it, and thus escaped a terrible
death.

It was more than an hour after being taken on board
the Penguin before he could give any account of himself, or
be made to comprehend the nature of the accident which
had befallen our boat. At length he became thoroughly
aroused, and spoke much of his sensations while in the
water. Upon his first attaining any degree of conscious
ness, he found himself beneath the surface, whirling round
and round with inconceivable rapidity, and with a rope



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