首页 >出版文学> The Works of Edgar Allan Poe>第140章
  Wehadnoroom,ofcourse,foranythingexceptafewpositivelynecessaryinstruments,someprovisions,andtheclothesuponourbacks。Noonehadthoughtofevenattemptingtosaveanythingmore。
  Whatmusthavebeentheastonishmentofall,then,whenhavingproceededafewfathomsfromtheship,Mr。Wyattstoodupinthestern-sheets,andcoollydemandedofCaptainHardythattheboatshouldbeputbackforthepurposeoftakinginhisoblongbox!
  “Sitdown,Mr。Wyatt。”repliedthecaptain,somewhatsternly,“youwillcapsizeusifyoudonotsitquitestill。Ourgunwhaleisalmostinthewaternow。”
  “Thebox!”vociferatedMr。Wyatt,stillstanding“thebox,Isay!
  CaptainHardy,youcannot,youwillnotrefuseme。Itsweightwillbebutatrifleitisnothing-merenothing。BythemotherwhoboreyoufortheloveofHeavenbyyourhopeofsalvation,Iimploreyoutoputbackforthebox!”
  Thecaptain,foramoment,seemedtouchedbytheearnestappealoftheartist,butheregainedhissterncomposure,andmerelysaid:
  “Mr。Wyatt,youaremad。Icannotlistentoyou。Sitdown,Isay,oryouwillswamptheboat。Stayholdhimseizehim!heisabouttospringoverboard!ThereIknewitheisover!”
  Asthecaptainsaidthis,Mr。Wyatt,infact,sprangfromtheboat,and,aswewereyetintheleeofthewreck,succeeded,byalmostsuperhumanexertion,ingettingholdofaropewhichhungfromthefore-chains。Inanothermomenthewasonboard,andrushingfranticallydownintothecabin。
  Inthemeantime,wehadbeensweptasternoftheship,andbeingquiteoutofherlee,wereatthemercyofthetremendousseawhichwasstillrunning。Wemadeadeterminedefforttoputback,butourlittleboatwaslikeafeatherinthebreathofthetempest。Wesawataglancethatthedoomoftheunfortunateartistwassealed。
  Asourdistancefromthewreckrapidlyincreased,themadmanforassuchonlycouldweregardhimwasseentoemergefromthecompanionway,upwhichbydintofstrengththatappearedgigantic,hedragged,bodily,theoblongbox。Whilewegazedintheextremityofastonishment,hepassed,rapidly,severalturnsofathree-inchrope,firstaroundtheboxandthenaroundhisbody。Inanotherinstantbothbodyandboxwereintheseadisappearingsuddenly,atonceandforever。
  Welingeredawhilesadlyuponouroars,withoureyesriveteduponthespot。Atlengthwepulledaway。Thesilenceremainedunbrokenforanhour。Finally,Ihazardedaremark。
  “Didyouobserve,captain,howsuddenlytheysank?Wasnotthatanexceedinglysingularthing?IconfessthatIentertainedsomefeeblehopeofhisfinaldeliverance,whenIsawhimlashhimselftothebox,andcommithimselftothesea。”
  “Theysankasamatterofcourse。”repliedthecaptain,“andthatlikeashot。Theywillsoonriseagain,howeverbutnottillthesaltmelts。”
  “Thesalt!”Iejaculated。
  “Hush!”saidthecaptain,pointingtothewifeandsistersofthedeceased。“Wemusttalkofthesethingsatsomemoreappropriatetime。”
  Wesufferedmuch,andmadeanarrowescape,butfortunebefriendedus,aswellasourmatesinthelong-boat。Welanded,infine,moredeadthanalive,afterfourdaysofintensedistress,uponthebeachoppositeRoanokeIsland。Weremainedhereaweek,werenotill-treatedbythewreckers,andatlengthobtainedapassagetoNewYork。
  Aboutamonthafterthelossofthe“Independence。”IhappenedtomeetCaptainHardyinBroadway。Ourconversationturned,naturally,uponthedisaster,andespeciallyuponthesadfateofpoorWyatt。I
  thuslearnedthefollowingparticulars。
  Theartisthadengagedpassageforhimself,wife,twosistersandaservant。Hiswifewas,indeed,asshehadbeenrepresented,amostlovely,andmostaccomplishedwoman。OnthemorningofthefourteenthofJunethedayinwhichIfirstvisitedtheship,theladysuddenlysickenedanddied。TheyounghusbandwasfranticwithgriefbutcircumstancesimperativelyforbadethedeferringhisvoyagetoNewYork。Itwasnecessarytotaketohermotherthecorpseofhisadoredwife,and,ontheotherhand,theuniversalprejudicewhichwouldpreventhisdoingsoopenlywaswellknown。Nine-tenthsofthepassengerswouldhaveabandonedtheshipratherthantakepassagewithadeadbody。
  Inthisdilemma,CaptainHardyarrangedthatthecorpse,beingfirstpartiallyembalmed,andpacked,withalargequantityofsalt,inaboxofsuitabledimensions,shouldbeconveyedonboardasmerchandise。Nothingwastobesaidofthelady’sdecease;and,asitwaswellunderstoodthatMr。Wyatthadengagedpassageforhiswife,itbecamenecessarythatsomepersonshouldpersonateherduringthevoyage。Thisthedeceasedlady’s-maidwaseasilyprevailedontodo。
  Theextrastate-room,originallyengagedforthisgirlduringhermistress’life,wasnowmerelyretained。Inthisstate-roomthepseudo-wife,slept,ofcourse,everynight。Inthedaytimesheperformed,tothebestofherability,thepartofhermistress
  whoseperson,ithadbeencarefullyascertained,wasunknowntoanyofthepassengersonboard。
  Myownmistakearose,naturallyenough,throughtoocareless,tooinquisitive,andtooimpulsiveatemperament。Butoflate,itisararethingthatIsleepsoundlyatnight。Thereisacountenancewhichhauntsme,turnasIwill。Thereisanhystericallaughwhichwillforeverringwithinmyears。
  OBreathenot,etc。Moore’sMelodiesTHEMOSTnotoriousill-fortunemustintheendyieldtotheuntiringcourageofphilosophyasthemoststubborncitytotheceaselessvigilanceofanenemy。Shalmanezer,aswehaveitinholywritings,laythreeyearsbeforeSamaria;yetitfell。SardanapalusseeDiodorusmaintainedhimselfseveninNineveh;buttonopurpose。
  Troyexpiredatthecloseofthesecondlustrum;andAzoth,asAristaeusdeclaresuponhishonourasagentleman,openedatlasthergatestoPsammetichus,afterhavingbarredthemforthefifthpartofacentury……
  “Thouwretch!thouvixen!thoushrew!”saidItomywifeonthemorningafterourwedding;“thouwitch!thouhag!thouwhippersnapperthousinkofiniquity!thoufiery-facedquintessenceofallthatisabominable!thouthou-“herestandingupontiptoe,seizingherbythethroat,andplacingmymouthclosetoherear,Iwaspreparingtolaunchforthanewandmoredecidedepithetofopprobrium,whichshouldnotfail,ifejaculated,toconvinceherofherinsignificance,whentomyextremehorrorandastonishmentIdiscoveredthatIhadlostmybreath。
  Thephrases“Iamoutofbreath。”“Ihavelostmybreath。”etc。,areoftenenoughrepeatedincommonconversation;butithadneveroccurredtomethattheterribleaccidentofwhichIspeakcouldbonafideandactuallyhappen!Imaginethatisifyouhaveafancifulturnimagine,Isay,mywondermyconsternationmydespair!
  Thereisagoodgenius,however,whichhasneverentirelydesertedme。InmymostungovernablemoodsIstillretainasenseofpropriety,etlechemindespassionsmeconduitasLordEdouardinthe“Julie“saysitdidhimalaphilosophieveritable。
  AlthoughIcouldnotatfirstpreciselyascertaintowhatdegreetheoccurencehadaffectedme,Ideterminedatalleventstoconcealthematterfrommywife,untilfurtherexperienceshoulddiscovertometheextentofthismyunheardofcalamity。Alteringmycountenance,therefore,inamoment,fromitsbepuffedanddistortedappearance,toanexpressionofarchandcoquettishbenignity,Igavemyladyapatontheonecheek,andakissontheother,andwithoutsayingonesyllableFuries!Icouldnot,leftherastonishedatmydrollery,asIpirouettedoutoftheroominaPasdeZephyr。
  Beholdmethensafelyensconcedinmyprivateboudoir,afearfulinstanceoftheillconsequencesattendinguponirascibility
  alive,withthequalificationsofthedeaddead,withthepropensitiesofthelivingananomalyonthefaceoftheearth
  beingverycalm,yetbreathless。
  Yes!breathless。Iamseriousinassertingthatmybreathwasentirelygone。Icouldnothavestirredwithitafeatherifmylifehadbeenatissue,orsulliedeventhedelicacyofamirror。Hardfate!yettherewassomealleviationtothefirstoverwhelmingparoxysmofmysorrow。Ifound,upontrial,thatthepowersofutterancewhich,uponmyinabilitytoproceedintheconversationwithmywife,Ithenconcludedtobetotallydestroyed,wereinfactonlypartiallyimpeded,andIdiscoveredthathadI,atthatinterestingcrisis,droppedmyvoicetoasingularlydeepguttural,I
  mightstillhavecontinuedtoherthecommunicationofmysentiments;
  thispitchofvoicethegutturaldepending,Ifind,notuponthecurrentofthebreath,butuponacertainspasmodicactionofthemusclesofthethroat。
  Throwingmyselfuponachair,Iremainedforsometimeabsorbedinmeditation。Myreflections,besure,wereofnoconsolatorykind。A
  thousandvagueandlachrymatoryfanciestookpossesionofmysoul
  andeventheideaofsuicideflittedacrossmybrain;butitisatraitintheperversityofhumannaturetorejecttheobviousandtheready,forthefar-distantandequivocal。ThusIshudderedatself-murderasthemostdecidedofatrocitieswhilethetabbycatpurredstrenuouslyupontherug,andtheverywaterdogwheezedassiduouslyunderthetable,eachtakingtoitselfmuchmeritforthestrengthofitslungs,andallobviouslydoneinderisionofmyownpulmonaryincapacity。
  Oppressedwithatumultofvaguehopesandfears,Iatlengthheardthefootstepsofmywifedescendingthestaircase。Beingnowassuredofherabsence,Ireturnedwithapalpitatinghearttothesceneofmydisaster。
  Carefullylockingthedoorontheinside,Icommencedavigoroussearch。Itwaspossible,Ithought,that,concealedinsomeobscurecorner,orlurkinginsomeclosetordrawer,mightbefoundthelostobjectofmyinquiry。Itmighthaveavaporyitmightevenhaveatangibleform。Mostphilosophers,uponmanypointsofphilosophy,arestillveryunphilosophical。WilliamGodwin,however,saysinhis“Mandeville。”that“invisiblethingsaretheonlyrealities。”andthis,allwillallow,isacaseinpoint。Iwouldhavethejudiciousreaderpausebeforeaccusingsuchasseverationsofanunduequantumofabsurdity。Anaxagoras,itwillberemembered,maintainedthatsnowisblack,andthisIhavesincefoundtobethecase。
  LongandearnestlydidIcontinuetheinvestigation:butthecontemptiblerewardofmyindustryandperseveranceprovedtobeonlyasetoffalseteeth,twopairofhips,aneye,andabundleofbillets-douxfromMr。Windenoughtomywife。Imightaswellhereobservethatthisconfirmationofmylady’spartialityforMr。W。
  occasionedmelittleuneasiness。ThatMrs。Lackobreathshouldadmireanythingsodissimilartomyselfwasanaturalandnecessaryevil。I
  am,itiswellknown,ofarobustandcorpulentappearance,andatthesametimesomewhatdiminutiveinstature。Whatwonder,then,thatthelath-liketenuityofmyacquaintance,andhisaltitude,whichhasgrownintoaproverb,shouldhavemetwithalldueestimationintheeyesofMrs。Lackobreath。Buttoreturn。
  Myexertions,asIhavebeforesaid,provedfruitless。Closetafterclosetdrawerafterdrawercorneraftercornerwerescrutinizedtonopurpose。Atonetime,however,Ithoughtmyselfsureofmyprize,having,inrummagingadressing-case,accidentallydemolishedabottleofGrandjean’sOilofArchangelswhich,asanagreeableperfume,Iheretakethelibertyofrecommending。
  WithaheavyheartIreturnedtomyboudoirtheretoponderuponsomemethodofeludingmywife’spenetration,untilIcouldmakearrangementspriortomyleavingthecountry,fortothisIhadalreadymadeupmymind。Inaforeignclimate,beingunknown,I
  might,withsomeprobabilityofsuccess,endeavortoconcealmyunhappycalamityacalamitycalculated,evenmorethanbeggary,toestrangetheaffectionsofthemultitude,andtodrawdownuponthewretchthewell-meritedindignationofthevirtuousandthehappy。I
  wasnotlonginhesitation。Beingnaturallyquick,Icommittedtomemorytheentiretragedyof“Metamora。”Ihadthegoodfortunetorecollectthatintheaccentuationofthisdrama,oratleastofsuchportionofitasisallottedtothehero,thetonesofvoiceinwhichIfoundmyselfdeficientwerealtogetherunnecessary,andthedeepgutturalwasexpectedtoreignmonotonouslythroughout。