exchanged observations, as we walked, on the subject of this country, which, as Arthur Pym declared, differed essentially from every other land hitherto visited by human beings. We soon found that Pym's description was trustworthy. The general colour of the plains was black, as though the clay were made of lava-dust; nowhere was anything white to be seen. At a hundred paces' distance Hunt began to run towards an enormous mass of rock, climbed on it with great agility, and looked out over a wide extent of space like a man who ought to recognize the place he is in, but does not.
"What is the matter with him?" asked Captain Len Guy, who was observing Hunt attentively.
"I don't know what is the matter with him, captain. But, as you are aware, everything about this man is odd: his ways are inexplicable, and on certain sides of him he seems to belong to those strange beings whom Arthur Pym asserts that he found on this island. One would even say that—"
"That—" repeated the captain.
And then, without finishing my sentence, I said,—
"Captain, are you sure that you made a good observation when you took the altitude yesterday?"
"Certainly."
"So that your point—"
"Gave 83° 20' of latitude and 43° 5' of longitude."
"Exactly?"
"Exactly."
"There is, then, no doubt that we are on Tsalal Island?"
"None, Mr. Jeorling, if Tsalal Island lies where Arthur Pym places it."
