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    More Tales of Mystery and Imagination: Level 5
    More Tales of Mystery and Imagination: Level 5
    More Tales of Mystery and Imagination: Level 5
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    More Tales of Mystery and Imagination: Level 5

    By Edgar Allan Poe

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    This book includes six masterful tales of suspense by Edgar AllenPoe. The Oval Painting, The Mystery of Marie Rogêt, The Pit andthe Pendulum, and other tales are included.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCompass Publishing
    Release dateFeb 24, 2009
    ISBN9781599663135
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      More Tales of Mystery and Imagination - Edgar Allan Poe

      Manuscript Found in a Bottle

      The Journey Begins

      Someone who doesn’t have another moment to live doesn’t have anything to hide. I do not have much to say about my country or my family. Many years of bad treatment have driven me away from my country, and many years spent far away from my loved ones has separated me from them. My family’s wealth gave me an excellent education, and I was able to make the most of the knowledge I gained in my early studies. The study of the German writers gave me great delight. They wrote about morals. I did not enjoy their work because I admired their writings; it was because my mind allowed me to discover their false ideas. I have often been criticized for my thoughts, and I have also been criticized for my lack of imagination and the doubting nature of my opinions; these things have made me infamous. My strong interest in philosophy has influenced me in a negative way; I have the habit of referring to things that happen by using the principles of science. I have explained all this for a good reason. It is so that the story I am about to tell should not be seen as wild words of a wild imagination.

      After traveling for many years, I sailed in the year 18—, from the port of Jakarta. We were on a voyage to the Sunda Group of Islands. I went as a passenger and just because I was bored.

      Our ship was beautiful. It was four hundred tons, fastened with metal and built in India of hard wood. We had cotton wool, oil, rope, butter, nuts, raw sugar, and a few cases of opium on board. They did not load the ship well, and as a result, it made funny sounds.

      There was very little wind at the start of our journey. For many days, we waited along the rear coast of Java. The only incident that eased our dull course was the rare meeting with some of the small islands of the group to which we were bound.

      One evening, leaning over the rear rail, I observed a very odd, lonely cloud to the north-west. It was remarkable for its color, as well as being the first cloud we had seen since our departure from Java. I watched it carefully until the sun went down. At that moment, it spread all at once to the east and west. The cloud surrounded the horizon with a narrow strip of spray that looked like a long line of low beach. Soon after that, I noticed the dull red appearance of the moon, and also the odd character of the sea. The latter was going through a speedy change, and the water seemed more transparent than usual. I could clearly see the bottom, yet, checking the depth, I found the ship in 90 feet of water. The air now became painfully hot. It was loaded with steam bursts, similar to those rising from a hot iron. As night came on, every breath of wind died away, and the sea became completely calm. The flame of a candle burned without the least motion. A long hair, held between the finger and thumb, hung without any movement. However, the captain said he could see no indication of danger, and as we were moving slowly in to shore, he ordered the sails to be wound up and the anchor let go. No watchman was set, and the crew, consisting mostly of Malays, stretched themselves out upon the deck. I went below, not without a full feeling of evil. Indeed, everything I saw justified me in expecting a hot, dry wind storm. I told the captain my fears, but he paid no attention to what I said. He left me without replying. My anxiety prevented me from sleeping, so at about midnight, I went upon deck. As I placed my foot upon the upper step of the ladder, I was frightened by a loud noise. It was a sound like that made by the rapid revolution of a crushing wheel. Before I could discover its meaning, I found the ship shaking to its center. In the next instant, a wild spray threw us upon our side. The spray rushed over us. It rushed in front and behind and swept the entire deck of the ship, from front to rear. The extreme force of the explosion proved to be what saved us.

      Although the ship was completely wet and her masts had gone, after a minute she rose heavily from the sea. The ship rolled for a moment beneath the enormous pressure of the storm and finally gained her balance.

      In the Eye of the Storm

      It is impossible to say how I escaped destruction.

      I was very surprised by the shock of the water. When I recovered, I found myself trapped between the rear post and wheel. With great difficulty, I stood up and looked unsteadily around. I saw we were among breaking waves, enormous beyond imagination, and were surrounded by a whirlpool of steep and angry ocean. After a while, I heard the voice of an old Swedish man, who had joined us at the moment of our leaving port. I called to him with all my strength, and finally he came up behind me. We soon discovered that we were the only ones who had survived the accident. All the men on deck had been swept away. The captain and mates must have died while sleeping, for their rooms were flooded with water.

      On our own we could do little for the security of the ship. Our efforts to do anything were at first stopped by our expecting to go down at any moment. Our cable had, of course, split at the first breath of the storm, or we should have been instantly turned over. We ran with terrible speed before the sea, and the water broke over us. The framework of our rear end was broken badly. In almost every respect, the ship had been badly damaged; but to our extreme joy we found the pumps were not blocked. There had also been little shifting of our load. The main force of the explosion had already blown over. We feared little danger from the violence of the wind. We were alarmed by the idea of it stopping totally. We believed that in our broken condition, we would inevitably die in the huge swell, should the wind stop. But this very real fear seemed unlikely to come true soon.

      For five days and nights, during which all we had to eat was a small quantity of raw sugar, the damaged ship traveled at a rate too fast to measure before rapidly following bursts of wind. These, although they were not as violent as the first hot, dry wind, were still much worse than any storm I had met before. Our course for the first four days was south-east and south. I think we must have run down the coast of Australia. After five days, the cold became extreme. The sun rose with a sickly yellow

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