The NINTH Chapter

There may be among my readers some who have never read "The Narrative of

A. Gordon Pym," or have so long ago perused that interesting and

mysterious conception, that they have forgotten even the outlines of the

story. It is the purpose of the present chapter to review a few of the

incidents in that narrative, a knowledge of which will add to the

clearer understanding of Peters' story.

Those who are familiar with Edgar Allan Poe's admirable and entrancing

narrative just mentioned, are aware that it is written in

autobiographical form, the facts for the most part being furnished by

Pym in the shape of journal or diary entries, which are edited by Mr.

Poe. For such readers it will be but a waste of time to peruse the

present chapter, brief though it is. And let me further say to any

chance reader of mine who has never had opportunity to enjoy that

exciting and edifying work of America's great genius of prose fiction,

that he is to be envied the possession of the belated pleasure that

awaits him--only a treasured memory of which delight remains to the rest

of us.

From my own narrative I shall omit much of description and colloquy

which, during its development in 1877, occurred concerning discoveries

of a geographical and geological nature, and also many discussions of a

character purely philosophical; but no fact shall be discarded. The

historian has, in my opinion, no discretionary power concerning the

introduction or elimination of facts. His duty is plain, and in the

present instance it shall be faithfully performed.

The following presents a very general outline of "The Narrative of A.

Gordon Pym":

In the year 1827, Pym, just verging upon manhood, runs away from his

home in the town of Nantucket, on the island of the same name, in

companionship with his boy friend, Augustus Barnard, son of the captain

of the ship on which they depart. The name of the brig on which they

embark is the Grampus, which is starting for a trading voyage in the

South Pacific Ocean. Young Barnard secretes Pym in the hold of the brig,

to remain hidden until so far from land as to make a return of the

runaway impracticable. Pym, hidden amid the freightage of the hold,

falls into a prolonged slumber, probably caused by the foul air in that

part of the vessel. When the brig is four days at sea, a majority of the

crew mutiny; and after killing many of those who have not joined them,

Captain Barnard is set adrift in a small boat, without food and with

only a jug of water. Young Barnard is permitted to remain on the vessel.

There is a dog that plays a leading part in the mutiny episode by acting

as a messenger between Barnard and Pym, who had no other means of

communicating.

Next comes a counter mutiny, made necessary to preserve the life of one

Peters, a sailor to whom Barnard owes his life. The ship's cook is

determined to kill Peters, and is about to accomplish his purpose, when

Peters, young Barnard, and a sailor named Parker, who joins the two,

devise a plan for overcoming the mutineers of the "cook's party." This

they succeeded in doing by, at the right moment, producing from his

hiding-place young Pym, who is dressed to resemble a certain murdered

sailor whose corpse is still on the brig; and during the fright of the

"cook's party," Peters and Parker kill the cook and his followers.

Then the four--Barnard, Pym, Peters, and the sailor Parker--have many

thrilling adventures. The brig is finally wrecked in a storm, and only

the inverted hull remains above water, to which the four cling for many

days. The party is at last rescued by a trading-vessel on its way to

discover new lands in the Antarctic Ocean. They reach 83 south latitude,

soon after which a landing is made on an island inhabited by a tribe of

strange black people. Here, through a trick of the islanders, the crew

lose their lives--all save Pym and Peters. Parker had already died, and

in a manner more entertaining to the reader in the perusal than to

Parker in the performance; and which, Peters said forty-nine years

later, the mere thought of, always made him willing to wait for his

supper when he had of necessity to forego a dinner.

Whilst escaping in a small boat from this island, Pym and Peters abduct

one of the male natives. Like his fellows, this native is black, even to

his teeth; in fact, there is nothing white on the whole island; even the

water has its peculiarities. And also like his fellows, he dreads the

color _white_; and whenever he sees anything white he becomes almost

frenzied or paralyzed with terror. The small boat with its three

occupants is carried on an ocean current, to the south. One day Pym, in

taking a white handkerchief from his pocket allows the wind to flare it

into the face of the black islander, who sinks in convulsions to the

bottom of the boat, later moaning (as had moaned the other islanders on

seeing white), "Tekeli-li, tekeli-li." He continued to breathe, and no

more. The following day the body of a white animal floats by, a body

similar to one which they had seen on the beach of the island last

visited. Then they see in the south a white curtain, which, after their

further progress in its direction, they observe reaches from the sky to

the water. The water of the ocean current which is hurrying them along

becomes hour by hour warmer, and finally hot. An ash-like material,

which seems to melt as it touches the water, falls all around and over

them. Gigantic white birds fly from beyond the white curtain, screaming

the eternal "Teke-li-li, tekeli-li"--a syllabication that dies away on

the lips of the islander as his soul finally, on that last terrible day,

leaves his body.

The last words of the last of Pym's entries in his journal are as

follows:

"And now we rushed into the embraces of the cataract, where a chasm

threw itself open to receive us. But there arose in our pathway a

shrouded human figure, very far larger in its proportions than any

dweller among men. And the hue of the skin of the figure was of the

perfect whiteness of the snow."

The following description of Dirk Peters as he appeared in the year

1827, or just fifty years before I saw him, apparently a man of

seventy-five years (though we finally concluded that he was nearer

eighty), is Pym's, quoted from Poe's narrative:

"This man was the son of an Indian woman of the tribe of Upsarokas, who

live among fastnesses of the Black Hills, near the source of the

Missouri. His father was a fur-trader, I believe, or at least connected

in some manner with the Indian trading-posts on Lewis River. Peters

himself was one of the most ferocious looking men I ever beheld. He was

short in stature, not more than four feet eight inches high, but his

limbs were of Herculean mould. His hands, especially, were so enormously

thick and broad as hardly to retain a human shape. His arms, as well as

his legs, were bowed in the most singular manner, and appeared to

possess no flexibility whatever. His head was equally deformed, being of

immense size, with an indentation on the crown (like that on the head of

most negroes) and entirely bald. To conceal this latter deficiency,

which did not proceed from old age, he usually wore a wig formed of any

hair-like material which presented itself--occasionally the skin of a

Spanish dog or American grizzly bear. At the time spoken of, he had on a

portion of one of these bear-skins; and it added no little to the

natural ferocity of his countenance, which betook of the Upsaroka

character. The mouth extended nearly from ear to ear; the lips were

thin, and seemed, like some other portions of his frame, to be devoid of

natural pliancy, so that the ruling expression never varied under the

influence of any emotion whatever. This ruling expression may be

conceived when it is considered that the teeth were exceedingly long and

protruding, and were never even partially covered, in any instance, by

the lips. To pass this man with a casual glance, one might imagine him

to be convulsed with laughter; but a second look would induce a

shuddering acknowledgment, that if such an expression were indicative of

merriment, the merriment must be that of a demon. Of this singular being

many anecdotes were prevalent among the seafaring men of Nantucket.

These anecdotes went to prove his prodigious strength when under

excitement, and some of them had given rise to a doubt of his sanity."

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