At a hundred paces distance Hunt began to run towards an enormous mass of rock, climbed on it with great agility, and looked out overa wide extent of space like a man who ought to recognize the place he is in, but does not.
"What is the matter with him ?" asked Captain Len Guy, who was observing Hunt attentively.
"I don't know what is the matter with him, captain.

But, as you are aware, everything about this man is odd: his ways are inexplicable, and on certain sides of him he seems to belong to those strange beings whom Arthur Pym asserts that he found on this island.

One would even say that--" "That--" repeated the captain.
And then, without finishing my sentence, I said,-- "Captain, are you sure that you made a good observation when you took the altitude yesterday ?" "Certainly." "So that your point--" "Gave 83 deg.

20' of latitude and 43 deg.

5' of longitude." "Exactly ?" "Exactly." "There is, then, no doubt that we are on Tsalal Island ?" "None, Mr.Jeorling, if Tsalal Island lies where Arthur Pym places it." This was quite true, there could be no doubt on the point, and yet of all that Arthur Pym described nothing existed, or rather, nothing was any longer to be seen.