The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (Dodo Press)

171 Pages·2009·0.7 MB·English

by  Edgar Allan Poe

The Narrative
of Arthur Gordon
Pym of Nantucket

Edgar Allan Poe

THE NARRATIVE

OF

ARTHUR GORDON 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, IN THE MONTH OF JUNE, 1827.
WITH AN ACCOUNT OF THE RECAPTURE OF THE VESSEL BY THE
SURVIVERS; THEIR SHIPWRECK AND SUBSEQUENT HORRIBLE
SUFFERINGS FROM FAMINE; THEIR DELIVERANCE 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

EIGHTY-FOURTH PARALLEL OF SOUTHERN LATITUDE;

TOGETHER WITH THE INCREDIBLE ADVENTURES AND
DISCOVERIES

STILL FARTHER SOUTH

TO WHICH THAT DISTRESSING CALAMITY GAVE RISE.
———
1838.

PREFACE
UPON my return to the United States a few months ago, after the
extraordinary series of adventure 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
narrative to the public. I had several reasons, however, for declining
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 incidents to be narrated were
of a nature so positively marvellous, 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 regard 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 plausibility, 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 afterward proposed (finding that I would not
stir in the matter) that I should allow him to draw up, in his own
words, a narrative 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 consented,
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 publication 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
distinctly 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 exposé 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.
New-York, July, 1838. A. G. PYM.
Note
THE circumstances connected with the late sudden and distressing
death of Mr. Pym are already well known to the public through the
medium of the daily press. It is feared that the few remaining
chapters which were to have completed his narrative, and which
were retained by him, while the above were in type, for the purpose
of revision, have been irrecoverably lost through the accident by
which he perished himself. This, however, may prove not to be the
case, and the papers, if ultimately found, will be given to the public.
No means have been left untried to remedy the deficiency. The
gentleman whose name is mentioned in the preface, and who, from
the statement there made, might be supposed able to fill the vacuum,
has declined the task—this for satisfactory reasons connected with
the general inaccuracy of the details afforded him, and his disbelief
in the entire truth of the latter portions of the narration. Peters, from
whom some information might be expected, is still alive, and a
resident of Illinois, but cannot be met with at present. He may
hereafter be found, and will, no doubt, afford material for a
conclusion of Mr. Pym‘s account.
The loss of the two or three final chapters (for there were but two or
three) is the more deeply to be regretted, as, it cannot be doubted,
they contained matter relative to the Pole itself, or at least to regions
in its very near proximity; and as, too, the statements of the author in
relation to these regions may shortly be verified or contradicted by
means of the governmental expedition now preparing for the
Southern Ocean.
On one point in the Narrative some remarks may be well offered;
and it would afford the writer of this appendix much pleasure if
what he may here observe should have a tendency to throw credit, in
any degree, upon the very singular pages now published. We allude
to the chasms found in the island of Tsalal, and to the whole of the
figures through.
Mr. Pym has given the figures of the chasm without comment, and
speaks decidedly of the indentures found at the extremity of the most
easterly of these chasms as having but a fanciful resemblance to
alphabetical characters, and, in short, as being positively not such.
This assertion is made in a manner so simple, and sustained by a
species of demonstration so conclusive (viz., the fitting of the
projections of the fragments found among the dust into the
indentures upon the wall), that we are forced to believe the writer in
earnest; and no reasonable reader should suppose otherwise. But as
the facts in relation to all the figures are most singular (especially
when taken in connexion with statements made in the body of the
narrative), it may be as well to say a word or two concerning them
all—this, too, the more especially as the facts in question have,
beyond doubt, escaped the attention of Mr. Poe.
Figure 1, then figure 2, figure 3, and figure 5, when conjoined with
one another in the precise order which the chasms themselves
presented, and when deprived of the small lateral branches or arches
(which, it will be remembered, served only as means of
communication between the main chambers, and were of totally
distinct character), constitute an Ethiopian verbal root — the root
“To be shady“—whence all the inflections of shadow or
darkness.
In regard to the “left or most northwardly“ of the indentures in
figure 4, it is more than probable that the opinion of Peters was
correct, and that the hieroglyphical appearance was really the work
of art, and intended as the representation of a human form. The
delineation is before the reader, and he may, or may not, perceive
the resemblance suggested; but the rest of the indentures afford
strong confirmation of Peters‘s idea. The upper range is evidently the
Arabic verbal root “To be white,“ whence all the
inflections of brilliancy and whiteness. The lower range is not so
immediately perspicuous. The characters are somewhat broken and
disjointed; nevertheless, it cannot be doubted that, in their perfect
state, they formed the full Egyptian word , “The
region of the south.“ It should be observed that these interpretations
confirm the opinion of Peters in regard to the “most northwardly“ of
the figures. The arm is outstretched towards the south.
Conclusions such as these open a wide field for speculation and
exciting conjecture. They should be regarded, perhaps, in connexion
with some of the most faintly-detailed incidents of the narrative;
although in no visible manner is this chain of connexion complete.
Tekeli-li! was the cry of the affrighted natives of Tsalal upon
discovering the carcass of the white animal picked up at sea. This also
was the shuddering exclamation of the captive Tsalalian upon
encountering the white materials in possession of Mr. Pym. This also
was the shriek of the swift-flying, white, and gigantic birds which
issued from the vapoury white curtain of the South. Nothing white
was to be found at Tsalal, and nothing otherwise in the subsequent
voyage to the region beyond. It is not impossible that “Tsalal,“ the
appellation of the island of the chasms, may be found, upon minute
philological scrutiny, to betray either some alliance with the chasms
themselves, or some reference to the Ethiopian characters so
mysteriously written in their windings.
“I have graven it within the hills, and my vengeance upon the dust within
the rock.“
THE END.