Don't forget that in sailing along the icebergs to their eastern extremity, the _Halbrane_ went out of her course, and she must be brought back towards the west." "The breeze is for us, captain." "And we shall profit by it, for my intention is to make for Bennet Islet.

It was there that my brother first landed, and so soon as we shall have sighted that island we shall be certain that we are on the right route.

To-day, when I have ascertained our position exactly, we shall steer for Bennet Islet." "Who knows but that we may come upon some fresh sign ?" "It is not impossible, Mr.Jeorling." I need not say that recourse was had to the surest guide within our reach, that veracious narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, which I read and re-read with intense attention, fascinated as I was by the idea that I might be permitted to behold with my own eyes those strange phenomena of nature in the Antarctic world which I, in common with all Edgar Poe's readers, had hitherto regarded as creations of the most imaginative writer who ever gave voice by his pen to the phantasies of a unique brain.

No doubt a great part of the wonders of Arthur Gordon Pym's narrative would prove pure fiction, but if even a little of the marvellous story were found to be true, how great a privilege would be mine! The picturesque and wonderful side of the story we were studying as gospel truth had little charm and but slight interest for Captain Len Guy; he was indifferent to everything in Pym's narrative that did not relate directly to the castaways of Tsalal Island: his mind was solely and constantly set upon their rescue.
According to the narrative of Arthur Pym _Jane_ experienced serious difficulties, due to bad weather, from the 1st to the 4th of January, 1828.

It was not until the morning of the 5th, in latitude 23 deg.