the narrative of arthur gordon pym of nantucket
feel well. I’m very hot, then I’m very cold. I’m sick. The next day – June 1827 I feel very sick. I’m worried. I don’t want to die here. Here on the Grampus. I want to sail, I want to explore*. I’m sleeping all day. Now, I don’t have any water. I have a very small piece of candle. I’m dying. Why doesn’t Augustus come? Why? Augustus, please come soon! Another day – June 1827 What’s that? I can hear a noise. “Here, Augustus! Here!” I call. Augustus doesn’t answer. What’s that noise? Is it an animal? Is it a rat*. No, it’s bigger than a rat. Is it a man? Is it a sailor? No, it’s a dog, it’s my dog. “Tiger! Why are you here, Tiger?” Am I dreaming? No. “Tiger! You’re really
to explore – to travel somewhere to learn about it a rat – a large mouse
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