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busying myself with a thousand different
conjectures respecting him, was forced to content myself with rejoicing
that he was with me to share my dreary solitude, and render me comfort by
his caresses. Most people love their dogs—but for Tiger I had an
affection far more ardent than common; and never, certainly, did any
creature more truly deserve it. For seven years he had been my inseparable
companion, and in a multitude of instances had given evidence of all the
noble qualities for which we value the animal. I had rescued him, when a
puppy, from the clutches of a malignant little villain in Nantucket who
was leading him, with a rope around his neck, to the water; and the grown
dog repaid the obligation, about three years afterward, by saving me from
the bludgeon of a street robber.
Getting now hold of the watch, I found, upon applying it to my ear, that
it had again run down; but at this I was not at all surprised, being
convinced, from the peculiar state of my feelings, that I had slept, as
before, for a very long period of time, how long, it was of course
impossible to say. I was burning up with fever, and my thirst was almost
intolerable. I felt about the box for my little remaining supply of water,
for I had no light, the taper having burnt to the socket of the lantern,
and the phosphorus-box not coming readily to hand. Upon finding the jug,
however, I discovered it to be empty—Tiger, no doubt, having been
tempted to drink it, as well as to devour the remnant of mutton, the bone
of which lay, well picked, by the opening of the box. The spoiled meat I
could well spare, but my heart sank as I thought of the water. I was
feeble in the extreme—so much so that I shook all over, as with an
ague, at the slightest movement or exertion. To add to my troubles, the
brig was pitching and rolling with great violence, and the oil-casks which
lay upon my box were in momentary danger of falling down, so as to block
up the only way of ingress or egress. I felt, also, terrible sufferings
from sea-sickness. These considerations determined me to make my way, at
all hazards, to the trap, and obtain immediate relief, before I should be
incapacitated from doing so altogether. Having come to this resolve, I
again felt about for the phosphorus-box and tapers. The former I found
after some little trouble; but, not discovering the tapers as soon as I
had expected (for I remembered very nearly the spot in which I had placed
them), I gave up the search for the present, and bidding Tiger lie quiet,
began at once my journey toward the trap.
In this attempt my great feebleness became more than ever apparent. It was
with the utmost difficulty I could crawl along at all, and very frequently
my limbs sank suddenly from beneath me; when, falling prostrate on my
face, I would remain for some minutes in a state bordering on
insensibility. Still I struggled forward by slow degrees, dreading every
moment that I should swoon amid the narrow and intricate windings of the
lumber, in which event I had nothing but death to expect as the result. At
length, upon making a push forward with all the energy I could command, I
struck my forehead violently against the sharp corner of an iron-bound
crate. The accident only stunned me for a few moments; but I found, to my
inexpressible grief, that the quick and violent roll of the vessel had
thrown the crate entirely across my path, so as effectually to block up
the passage. With my utmost exertions I could not move it a single inch
from its position, it being closely wedged in among the surrounding boxes
and ship-furniture. It became necessary, therefore, enfeebled as I was,
either to leave the guidance of the whipcord and seek out a new passage,
or to climb over the obstacle, and resume the path on the other side. The
former alternative presented too many difficulties and dangers to be
thought of without a shudder. In my present weak state of both mind and
body, I should infallibly lose my way if I attempted it, and perish
miserably amid the dismal and disgusting labyrinths of the hold. I
proceeded, therefore, without hesitation, to summon up all my remaining
strength and fortitude, and endeavour, as I best might, to clamber over
the crate.
Upon standing erect, with this end in view, I found the undertaking even a
more serious task than my fears had led me to imagine. On each side of the
narrow passage arose a complete wall of various heavy lumber, which the
least blunder on my part might be the means of bringing down upon my head;
or, if this accident did not occur, the path might be effectually blocked
up against my return by the descending mass, as it was in front by the
obstacle there. The crate itself was a long and unwieldy box, upon which
no foothold could be obtained. In vain I attempted, by every means in my
power, to reach the top, with the hope of being thus enabled to draw
myself up. Had I succeeded in reaching it, it is certain that my strength
would have proved utterly inadequate to the task of getting over, and it
was better in every respect that I failed. At length, in a desperate
effort to force the crate from its ground, I felt a strong vibration in
the side next me. I thrust my hand eagerly to the edge of the planks, and
found that a very large one was loose. With my pocket-knife, which,
luckily, I had with me, I succeeded, after great labour, in prying it
entirely off; and getting it through the aperture, discovered, to my
exceeding joy, that there were no boards on the opposite side—in
other words, that the top was wanting, it being the bottom through which I
had forced my way. I now met with no important difficulty in proceeding
along the line until I finally reached the nail. With a beating heart I
stood erect, and with a gentle touch pressed against the cover of the
trap. It did not rise as soon as I had expected, and I pressed it with
somewhat more determination, still dreading lest some other person than
Augustus might be in his state-room. The door, however, to my
astonishment, remained steady, and I became somewhat uneasy, for I knew
that it had formerly required but little or no effort to remove it. I
pushed it strongly—it was nevertheless firm: with all my strength—it
still did not give way: with rage, with fury, with despair—it set at
defiance my utmost efforts; and it was evident, from the unyielding nature
of the resistance, that the hole had either been discovered and
effectually nailed up, or that some immense weight had been placed upon
it, which it was useless to think of removing.
My sensations were those of extreme horror and dismay. In vain I attempted
to reason on the probable cause of my being thus entombed. I could summon
up no connected chain of reflection, and, sinking on the floor, gave way,
unresistingly, to the most gloomy imaginings, in which the dreadful deaths
of thirst, famine, suffocation, and premature interment crowded upon me as
the prominent disasters to be encountered. At length there returned to me
some portion of presence of mind. I arose, and felt with my fingers for
the seams or cracks of the aperture. Having found them, I examined them
closely to ascertain if they emitted any light from the state-room; but
none was visible. I then forced the blade of my pen-knife through them,
until I met with some hard obstacle. Scraping against it, I discovered it
to be a solid mass of iron, which, from its peculiar wavy feel as I passed
the blade along it, I concluded to be a chain-cable. The only course now
left me was to retrace my way to the box, and there either yield to my sad
fate, or try so to tranquilize my mind as to admit of my arranging some
plan of escape. I immediately set about the attempt, and succeeded, after
innumerable difficulties, in getting back. As I sank, utterly exhausted,
upon the mattress, Tiger threw himself at full length by my side, and
seemed as if desirous, by his caresses, of consoling me in my troubles,
and urging me to bear them with fortitude.
The singularity of his behavior at length forcibly arrested my attention.
After licking my face and hands for some minutes, he would suddenly cease
doing so, and utter a low whine. Upon reaching out my hand toward him, I
then invariably found him lying on his back, with his paws uplifted. This
conduct, so frequently repeated, appeared strange, and I could in no
manner account for it. As the dog seemed distressed, I concluded that he
had received some injury; and, taking his paws in my hands, I examined
them one by one, but found no sign of any hurt. I then supposed him
hungry, and gave him a large piece of ham, which he devoured with avidity—afterward,
however, resuming his extraordinary manoeuvres. I now imagined that he was
suffering, like myself, the torments of thirst, and was about adopting
this conclusion as the true one, when the idea occurred to me that I had
as yet only examined his paws, and that there might possibly be a wound
upon some portion of his body or head. The latter I felt carefully over,
but found nothing. On passing my hand, however, along his back, I
perceived a slight erection of the hair extending completely across it.
Probing this with my finger, I discovered a string, and tracing it up,
found that it encircled the whole body. Upon a closer scrutiny, I came
across a small slip of what had the feeling of letter paper, through which
the string had been fastened in such a manner as to bring it immediately
beneath the left shoulder of the animal.
CHAPTER 3
The thought instantly occurred to me that the paper was a note from
Augustus, and that some unaccountable accident having happened to prevent
his relieving me from my dungeon, he had devised this method of
acquainting me with the true state of affairs. Trembling with eagerness, I
now commenced another search for my phosphorus matches and tapers. I had a
confused recollection of having put them carefully away just before
falling asleep; and, indeed, previously to my last journey to the trap, I
had been able to remember the exact spot where I had deposited them. But
now I endeavored in vain to call it to mind, and busied myself for a full
hour in a fruitless and vexatious search for the missing articles; never,
surely, was there a more tantalizing state of anxiety and suspense. At
length, while groping about, with my head close to the ballast, near the
opening of the box, and outside of it, I perceived a faint glimmering of
light in the direction of the steerage. Greatly surprised, I endeavored to
make my way toward it, as it appeared to be but a few feet from my
position. Scarcely had I moved with this intention, when I lost sight of
the glimmer entirely, and, before I could bring it into view again, was
obliged to feel along by the box until I had exactly resumed my original
situation. Now, moving my head with caution to and fro, I found that, by
proceeding slowly, with great care, in an opposite direction to that in
which I had at first started, I was enabled to draw near the light, still
keeping it in view. Presently I came directly upon it (having squeezed my
way through innumerable narrow windings), and found that it proceeded from
some fragments of my matches lying in an empty barrel turned upon its
side. I was wondering how they came in such a place, when my hand fell
upon two or three pieces of taper wax, which had been evidently mumbled by
the dog. I concluded at once that he had devoured the whole of my supply
of candles, and I felt hopeless of being ever able to read the note of
Augustus. The small remnants of the wax were so mashed up among other
rubbish in the barrel, that I despaired of deriving any service from them,
and left them as they were. The phosphorus, of which there was only a
speck or two, I gathered up as well as I could, and returned with it,
after much difficulty, to my box, where Tiger had all the while remained.
What to do next I could not tell. The hold was so intensely dark that I
could not see my hand, however close I would hold
