He accosted me as follows: "Accept my sincere compliments, Mr.Jeorling ?" "And wherefore, boatswain ?" "On account of what I have just heard--that you are to come with us to the far end of the Antarctic seas." "Oh! not so far, I imagine, and if it is not a matter of going beyond the eighty-fourth parallel--" "Who can tell," replied the boatswain, "at all events the _Halbrane_ will make more degrees of latitude than any other ship before her." "We shall see." "And does that not alarm you, Mr.Jeorling ?" "Not in the very least." "Nor us, rest assured.

No, no! You see, Mr.Jeorling, our captain is a good one, although he is no talker.

You only need to take him the right way! First he gives you the passage to Tristan d'Acunha that he refused you at first, and now he extends it to the pole." "The pole is not the question, boatswain." "Ah! it will be reached at last, some day." "The thing has not yet been done.

And, besides, I don't take much interest in the pole, and have no ambition to conquer it.

In any case it is only to Tsalal Island--" "Tsalal Island, of course.