The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3

By Edgar Allan Poe

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bottom of the jacket had been carefully fastened to the
bulkhead, so that the hole might not be seen by its swinging to one
side. All this time Tiger was lying in the foot of the berth, and
appeared to have recovered in some measure his faculties, for I could
see him occasionally open his eyes and draw a long breath.

After a few minutes the mate and cook went above, leaving Dirk Peters
behind, who, as soon as they were gone, came and sat himself down in
the place just occupied by the mate. He began to talk very sociably with
Augustus, and we could now see that the greater part of his apparent
intoxication, while the two others were with him, was a feint. He
answered all my companion’s questions with perfect freedom; told him
that he had no doubt of his father’s having been picked up, as there
were no less than five sail in sight just before sundown on the day he
was cut adrift; and used other language of a consolatory nature,
which occasioned me no less surprise than pleasure. Indeed, I began to
entertain hopes, that through the instrumentality of Peters we might
be finally enabled to regain possession of the brig, and this idea I
mentioned to Augustus as soon as I found an opportunity. He thought
the matter possible, but urged the necessity of the greatest caution
in making the attempt, as the conduct of the hybrid appeared to be
instigated by the most arbitrary caprice alone; and, indeed, it was
difficult to say if he was at any moment of sound mind. Peters went
upon deck in about an hour, and did not return again until noon, when he
brought Augustus a plentiful supply of junk beef and pudding. Of this,
when we were left alone, I partook heartily, without returning through
the hole. No one else came down into the forecastle during the day, and
at night, I got into Augustus’ berth, where I slept soundly and sweetly
until nearly daybreak, when he awakened me upon hearing a stir upon
deck, and I regained my hiding-place as quickly as possible. When the
day was fully broke, we found that Tiger had recovered his strength
almost entirely, and gave no indications of hydrophobia, drinking a
little water that was offered him with great apparent eagerness. During
the day he regained all his former vigour and appetite. His strange
conduct had been brought on, no doubt, by the deleterious quality of the
air of the hold, and had no connexion with canine madness. I could not

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