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According
to
the
narrative
of
Arthur
Pym
Jane
experienced
serious
difficulties
,
due
to
bad
weather
,
from
the
1st
to
the
4th
of
January
,
1828
.
It
was
not
until
the
morning
of
the
5th
,
in
latitude
23
°
15
’
that
she
found
a
free
passage
through
the
last
iceberg
that
barred
her
way
.
The
final
difference
between
our
position
and
the
Jane
in
a
parallel
ease
,
was
that
the
Jane
took
fifteen
days
to
accomplish
the
distance
of
ten
degrees
,
or
six
hundred
miles
,
which
separated
her
on
the
5th
of
January
from
Tsalal
Island
,
while
on
the
19th
of
December
the
Halbrane
was
only
about
seven
degrees
,
or
four
hundred
miles
,
off
the
island
.
Bennet
Islet
,
where
Captain
Guy
intended
to
put
in
for
twenty
-
four
hours
,
was
fifty
miles
nearer
.
Our
voyage
was
progressing
under
prosperous
conditions
;
we
were
no
longer
visited
by
sudden
hail
and
snow
storms
,
or
those
rapid
falls
of
temperature
which
tried
the
crew
of
the
Jane
so
sorely
.
A
few
ice
-
floes
drifted
by
us
,
occasionally
peopled
,
as
tourists
throng
a
pleasure
yacht
,
by
penguins
,
and
also
by
dusky
seals
,
lying
flat
upon
the
white
surfaces
like
enormous
leeches
.
Above
this
strange
flotilla
we
traced
the
incessant
flight
of
petrels
,
pigeons
,
black
puffins
,
divers
,
grebe
,
sterns
,
cormorants
,
and
the
sooty
-
black
albatross
of
the
high
latitudes
.
Huge
medusas
,
exquisitely
tinted
,
floated
on
the
water
like
spread
parasols
.
Among
the
denizens
of
the
deep
,
captured
by
the
crew
of
the
schooner
with
line
and
net
,
I
noted
more
particularly
a
sort
of
giant
John
Dory
(
1
)
(
dorade
)
three
feet
in
length
,
with
firm
and
savoury
flesh
.
During
the
night
,
or
rather
what
ought
to
have
been
the
night
of
the
19th
-
20th
,
my
sleep
was
disturbed
by
a
strange
dream
.
Yes
!
there
could
be
no
doubt
but
that
it
was
only
a
dream
!
Nevertheless
,
I
think
it
well
to
record
it
here
,
because
it
is
an
additional
testimony
to
the
haunting
influence
under
which
my
brain
was
beginning
to
labour
.
I
was
sleeping
—
at
two
hours
after
midnight
—
and
was
awakened
by
a
plaintive
and
continuous
murmuring
sound
.
I
opened
—
or
I
imagined
I
opened
my
eyes
.
My
cabin
was
in
profound
darkness
.
The
murmur
began
again
;
I
listened
,
and
it
seemed
to
me
that
a
voice
—
a
voice
which
I
did
not
know
—
whispered
these
words
:
—
“
Pym
.
.
.
Pym
.
.
.
poor
Pym
!
”
Evidently
this
could
only
be
a
delusion
;
unless
,
indeed
,
some
one
had
got
into
my
cabin
:
the
door
was
locked
.
“
Pym
!
”
the
voice
repeated
.
“
Poor
Pym
must
never
be
forgotten
.
”
This
time
the
words
were
spoken
close
to
my
ear
.
What
was
the
meaning
of
the
injunction
,
and
why
was
it
addressed
to
me
?
And
besides
,
had
not
Pym
,
after
his
return
to
America
,
met
with
a
sudden
and
deplorable
death
,
the
circumstances
or
the
details
being
unknown
?
I
began
to
doubt
whether
I
was
in
my
right
mind
,
and
shook
myself
into
complete
wakefulness
,
recognizing
that
I
had
been
disturbed
by
an
extremely
vivid
dream
due
to
some
cerebral
cause
.
I
turned
out
of
my
berth
,
and
,
pushing
back
the
shutter
,
looked
out
of
my
cabin
.
No
one
aft
on
the
deck
,
except
Hunt
,
who
was
at
the
helm
.
