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The Murders in the Rue Morgue
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What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he
hid himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not
beyond all conjecture. —Sir Thomas Browne.
than analytic.
The narrative which follows will appear to the reader somewhat in
the light of a commentary upon the propositions just advanced.
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Residing in Paris during the spring and part of the summer of 18—,
I there became acquainted with a Monsieur C. Auguste Dupin. This
young gentleman was of an excellent—indeed of an illustrious family,
but, by a variety of untoward events, had been reduced to such poverty
that the energy of his character succumbed beneath it, and he ceased to
bestir himself in the world, or to care for the retrieval of his fortunes. By
courtesy of his creditors, there still remained in his possession a small
remnant of his patrimony; and, upon the income arising from this, he
managed, by means of a rigorous economy, to procure the necessaries
of life, without troubling himself about its superfluities. Books, indeed,
were his sole luxuries, and in Paris these are easily obtained.
Our first meeting was at an obscure library in the Rue Montmartre,
where the accident of our both being in search of the same very rare and
very remarkable volume, brought us into closer communion. We saw
each other again and again. I was deeply interested in the little family
history which he detailed to me with all that candor which a Frenchman
indulges whenever mere self is his theme. I was astonished, too, at the
vast extent of his reading; and, above all, I felt my soul enkindled within
me by the wild fervor, and the vivid freshness of his imagination.
Seeking in Paris the objects I then sought, I felt that the society of such
a man would be to me a treasure beyond price; and this feeling I frankly
confided to him. It was at length arranged that we should live together
during my stay in the city; and as my worldly circumstances were
somewhat less embarrassed than his own, I was permitted to be at the
expense of renting, and furnishing in a style which suited the rather
fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eaten and grotesque
mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not
inquire, and tottering to its fall in a retired and desolate portion of the
Faubourg St. Germain.
Had the routine of our life at this place been known to the world, we
should have been regarded as madmen—although, perhaps, as madmen
of a harmless nature. Our seclusion was perfect. We admitted no
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visitors. Indeed the locality of our retirement had been carefully kept a
secret from my own former associates; and it had been many years since
Dupin had ceased to know or be known in Paris. We existed within
ourselves alone.
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It was a freak of fancy in my friend (for what else shall I call it?) to
be enamored of the Night for her own sake; and into this bizarrerie, as
into all his others, I quietly fell; giving myself up to his wild whims
with a perfect abandon. The sable divinity would not herself dwell with
us always; but we could counterfeit her presence. At the first dawn of
the morning we closed all the messy shutters of our old building;
lighting a couple of tapers which, strongly perfumed, threw out only the
ghastliest and feeblest of rays. By the aid of these we then busied our
souls in dreams—reading, writing, or conversing, until warned by the
clock of the advent of the true Darkness. Then we sallied forth into the
streets arm in arm, continuing the topics of the day, or roaming far and
wide until a late hour, seeking, amid the wild lights and shadows of the
populous city, that infinity of mental excitement which quiet
observation can afford.
At such times I could not help remarking and admiring (although
from his rich ideality I had been prepared to expect it) a peculiar
analytic ability in Dupin. He seemed, too, to take an eager delight in its
exercise—if not exactly in its display—and did not hesitate to confess
the pleasure thus derived. He boasted to me, with a low chuckling
laugh, that most men, in respect to himself, wore windows in their
bosoms, and was wont to follow up such assertions by direct and very
startling proofs of his intimate knowledge of my own. His manner at
these moments was frigid and abstract; his eyes were vacant in
expression; while his voice, usually a rich tenor, rose into a treble which
would have sounded petulantly but for the deliberateness and entire
distinctness of the enunciation. Observing him in these moods, I often
dwelt meditatively upon the old philosophy of the Bi-Part Soul, and
amused myself with the fancy of a double Dupin—the creative and the
resolvent.
Let it not be supposed, from what I have just said, that I am
detailing any mystery, or penning any romance. What I have described
in the Frenchman, was merely the result of an excited, or perhaps of a
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There was not a particle of charlâtanerie about Dupin. “I will
explain,” he said, “and that you may comprehend all clearly, we will
first retrace the course of your meditations, from the moment in which I
spoke to you until that of the rencontre with the fruiterer in question.
The larger links of the chain run thus—Chantilly, Orion, Dr. Nichols,
Epicurus, Stereotomy, the street stones, the fruiterer.”
There are few persons who have not, at some period of their lives,
amused themselves in retracing the steps by which particular
conclusions of their own minds have been attained. The occupation is
often full of interest and he who attempts it for the first time is
astonished by the apparently illimitable distance and incoherence
between the starting-point and the goal. What, then, must have been my
amazement when I heard the Frenchman speak what he had just spoken,
and when I could not help acknowledging that he had spoken the truth.
He continued:
“We had been talking of horses, if I remember aright, just before
leaving the Rue C——. This was the last subject we discussed. As we
crossed into this street, a fruiterer, with a large basket upon his head,
brushing quickly past us, thrust you upon a pile of paving stones
collected at a spot where the causeway is undergoing repair. You
stepped upon one of the loose fragments, slipped, slightly strained your
ankle, appeared vexed or sulky, muttered a few words, turned to look at
the pile, and then proceeded in silence. I was not particularly attentive to
what you did; but observation has become with me, of late, a species of
necessity.
“You kept your eyes upon the ground—glancing, with a petulant
expression, at the holes and ruts in the pavement, (so that I saw you
were still thinking of the stones,) until we reached the little alley called
Lamartine, which has been paved, by way of experiment, with the
overlapping and riveted blocks. Here your countenance brightened up,
and, perceiving your lips move, I could not doubt that you murmured
the word „stereotomy,‟ a term very affectedly applied to this species of
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“I had told you that this was in reference to Orion, formerly written
Urion; and, from certain pungencies connected with this explanation, I
was aware that you could not have forgotten it. It was clear, therefore,
that you would not fail to combine the two ideas of Orion and Chantilly.
That you did combine them I saw by the character of the smile which
passed over your lips. You thought of the poor cobbler‟s immolation. So
far, you had been stooping in your gait; but now I saw you draw
yourself up to your full height. I was then sure that you reflected upon
the diminutive figure of Chantilly. At this point I interrupted your
meditations to remark that as, in fact, he was a very little fellow—that
Chantilly—he would do better at the Théâtre des Variétés.”
Not long after this, we were looking over an evening edition of the
“Gazette des Tribunaux,” when the following paragraphs arrested our
attention.
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except the old lady and her daughter, a porter once or twice, and a
physician some eight or ten times.
“Many other persons, neighbors, gave evidence to the same effect.
No one was spoken of as frequenting the house. It was not known
whether there were any living connexions of Madame L. and her
daughter. The shutters of the front windows were seldom opened. Those
in the rear were always closed, with the exception of the large back
room, fourth story. The house was a good house—not very old.
“Isidore Muset, gendarme, deposes that he was called to the house
about three o‟clock in the morning, and found some twenty or thirty
persons at the gateway, endeavoring to gain admittance. Forced it open,
at length, with a bayonet—not with a crowbar. Had but little difficulty
in getting it open, on account of its being a double or folding gate, and
bolted neither at bottom not top. The shrieks were continued until the
gate was forced—and then suddenly ceased. They seemed to be screams
of some person (or persons) in great agony—were loud and drawn out,
not short and quick. Witness led the way up stairs. Upon reaching the
first landing, heard two voices in loud and angry contention—the one a
gruff voice, the other much shriller—a very strange voice. Could
distinguish some words of the former, which was that of a Frenchman.
Was positive that it was not a woman‟s voice. Could distinguish the
words „sacré‟ and „diable.‟ The shrill voice was that of a foreigner.
Could not be sure whether it was the voice of a man or of a woman.
Could not make out what was said, but believed the language to be
Spanish. The state of the room and of the bodies was described by this
witness as we described them yesterday.
“Henri Duval, a neighbor, and by trade a silver-smith, deposes that
he was one of the party who first entered the house. Corroborates the
testimony of Musèt in general. As soon as they forced an entrance, they
reclosed the door, to keep out the crowd, which collected very fast,
notwithstanding the lateness of the hour. The shrill voice, this witness
thinks, was that of an Italian. Was certain it was not French. Could not
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be sure that it was a man‟s voice. It might have been a woman‟s. Was
not acquainted with the Italian language. Could not distinguish the
words, but was convinced by the intonation that the speaker was an
Italian. Knew Madame L. and her daughter. Had conversed with both
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frequently. Was sure that the shrill voice was not that of either of the
deceased.
“—Odenheimer, restaurateur. This witness volunteered his
testimony. Not speaking French, was examined through an interpreter.
Is a native of Amsterdam. Was passing the house at the time of the
shrieks. They lasted for several minutes—probably ten. They were long
and loud—very awful and distressing. Was one of those who entered
the building. Corroborated the previous evidence in every respect but
one. Was sure that the shrill voice was that of a man—of a Frenchman.
Could not distinguish the words uttered. They were loud and quick—
unequal—spoken apparently in fear as well as in anger. The voice was
harsh—not so much shrill as harsh. Could not call it a shrill voice. The
gruff voice said repeatedly „sacré,‟ „diable,‟ and once „mon Dieu.‟
“Jules Mignaud, banker, of the firm of Mignaud et Fils, Rue
Deloraine. Is the elder Mignaud. Madame L‟Espanaye had some
property. Had opened an account with his banking house in the spring
of the year—(eight years previously). Made frequent deposits in small
sums. Had checked for nothing until the third day before her death,
when she took out in person the sum of 4000 francs. This sum was paid
in gold, and a clerk went home with the money.
“Adolphe Le Bon, clerk to Mignaud et Fils, deposes that on the day
in question, about noon, he accompanied Madame L‟Espanaye to her
residence with the 4000 francs, put up in two bags. Upon the door being
opened, Mademoiselle L. appeared and took from his hands one of the
bags, while the old lady relieved him of the other. He then bowed and
departed. Did not see any person in the street at the time. It is a bye-
street—very lonely.
“William Bird, tailor deposes that he was one of the party who
entered the house. Is an Englishman. Has lived in Paris two years. Was
one of the first to ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in contention. The
gruff voice was that of a Frenchman. Could make out several words, but
cannot now remember all. Heard distinctly „sacré‟ and „mon Dieu.‟
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Appeared to be that of a German. Might have been a woman‟s voice.
Does not understand German.
“Four of the above-named witnesses, being recalled, deposed that
the door of the chamber in which was found the body of Mademoiselle
L. was locked on the inside when the party reached it. Every thing was
perfectly silent—no groans or noises of any kind. Upon forcing the door
no person was seen. The windows, both of the back and front room,
were down and firmly fastened from within. A door between the two
rooms was closed, but not locked. The door leading from the front room
into the passage was locked, with the key on the inside. A small room in
the front of the house, on the fourth story, at the head of the passage was
open, the door being ajar. This room was crowded with old beds, boxes,
and so forth. These were carefully removed and searched. There was not
an inch of any portion of the house which was not carefully searched.
Sweeps were sent up and down the chimneys. The house was a four
story one, with garrets (mansardes.) A trap-door on the roof was nailed
down very securely—did not appear to have been opened for years. The
time elapsing between the hearing of the voices in contention and the
breaking open of the room door, was variously stated by the witnesses.
Some made it as short as three minutes—some as long as five. The door
was opened with difficulty.
“Alfonzo Garcio, undertaker, deposes that he resides in the Rue
Morgue. Is a native of Spain. Was one of the party who entered the
house. Did not proceed up stairs. Is nervous, and was apprehensive of
the consequences of agitation. Heard the voices in contention. The gruff
voice was that of a Frenchman. Could not distinguish what was said.
The shrill voice was that of an Englishman—is sure of this. Does not
understand the English language, but judges by the intonation.
“Alberto Montani, confectioner, deposes that he was among the first
to ascend the stairs. Heard the voices in question. The gruff voice was
that of a Frenchman. Distinguished several words. The speaker
appeared to be expostulating. Could not make out the words of the shrill
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“Several witnesses, recalled, here testified that the chimneys of all
the rooms on the fourth story were too narrow to admit the passage of a
human being. By „sweeps‟ were meant cylindrical sweeping brushes,
such as are employed by those who clean chimneys. These brushes were
passed up and down every flue in the house. There is no back passage
by which any one could have descended while the party proceeded up
stairs. The body of Mademoiselle L‟Espanaye was so firmly wedged in
the chimney that it could not be got down until four or five of the party
united their strength.
“Paul Dumas, physician, deposes that he was called to view the
bodies about day-break. They were both then lying on the sacking of the
bedstead in the chamber where Mademoiselle L. was found. The corpse
of the young lady was much bruised and excoriated. The fact that it had
been thrust up the chimney would sufficiently account for these
appearances. The throat was greatly chafed. There were several deep
scratches just below the chin, together with a series of livid spots which
were evidently the impression of fingers. The face was fearfully
discolored, and the eye-balls protruded. The tongue had been partially
bitten through. A large bruise was discovered upon the pit of the
stomach, produced, apparently, by the pressure of a knee. In the opinion
of M. Dumas, Mademoiselle L‟Espanaye had been throttled to death by
some person or persons unknown. The corpse of the mother was
horribly mutilated. All the bones of the right leg and arm were more or
less shattered. The left tibia much splintered, as well as all the ribs of
the left side. Whole body dreadfully bruised and discolored. It was not
possible to say how the injuries had been inflicted. A heavy club of
wood, or a broad bar of iron—a chair—any large, heavy, and obtuse
weapon would have produced such results, if wielded by the hands of a
very powerful man. No woman could have inflicted the blows with any
weapon. The head of the deceased, when seen by witness, was entirely
separated from the body, and was also greatly shattered. The throat had
evidently been cut with some very sharp instrument—probably with a
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razor.
“Alexandre Etienne, surgeon, was called with M. Dumas to view
the bodies. Corroborated the testimony, and the opinions of M. Dumas.
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“Nothing farther of importance was elicited, although several other
persons were examined. A murder so mysterious, and so perplexing in
all its particulars, was never before committed in Paris—if indeed a
murder has been committed at all. The police are entirely at fault—an
unusual occurrence in affairs of this nature. There is not, however, the
shadow of a clew apparent.”
The evening edition of the paper stated that the greatest excitement
still continued in the Quartier St. Roch—that the premises in question
had been carefully researched and fresh examinations of witnesses
instituted, but all to no purpose. A postscript, however, mentioned that
Adolphe Le Bon had been arrested and imprisoned—although nothing
appeared to criminate him, beyond the facts already detailed.
Dupin seemed singularly interested in the progress of this affair—at
least so I judged from his manner, for he made no comments. It was
only after the announcement that Le Bon had been imprisoned, that he
asked me my opinion respecting the murders.
I could merely agree with all Paris in considering them an insoluble
mystery. I saw no means by which it would be possible to trace the
murderer.
“We must not judge of the means,” said Dupin, “by this shell of an
examination. The Parisian police, so much extolled for acumen, are
cunning, but no more. There is no method in their proceedings, beyond
the method of the moment. They make a vast parade of measures; but,
not unfrequently, these are so ill adapted to the objects proposed, as to
put us in mind of Monsieur Jourdain‟s calling for his robe-de-
chambre—pour mieux entendre la musique. The results attained by
them are not unfrequently surprising, but, for the most part, are brought
about by simple diligence and activity. When these qualities are
unavailing, their schemes fail. Vidocq, for example, was a good guesser
and a persevering man. But, without educated thought, he erred
continually by the very intensity of his investigations. He impaired his
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vision by holding the object too close. He might see, perhaps, one or
two points with unusual clearness, but in so doing he, necessarily, lost
sight of the matter as a whole. Thus there is such a thing as being too
profound. Truth is not always in a well. In fact, as regards the more
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important knowledge, I do believe that she is invariably superficial. The
depth lies in the valleys where we seek her, and not upon the mountain-
tops where she is found. The modes and sources of this kind of error are
well typified in the contemplation of the heavenly bodies. To look at a
star by glances—to view it in a side-long way, by turning toward it the
exterior portions of the retina (more susceptible of feeble impressions
of light than the interior), is to behold the star distinctly—is to have the
best appreciation of its lustre—a lustre which grows dim just in
proportion as we turn our vision fully upon it. A greater number of rays
actually fall upon the eye in the latter case, but, in the former, there is
the more refined capacity for comprehension. By undue profundity we
perplex and enfeeble thought; and it is possible to make even Venus
herself vanish from the firmanent by a scrutiny too sustained, too
concentrated, or too direct.
“As for these murders, let us enter into some examinations for
ourselves, before we make up an opinion respecting them. An inquiry
will afford us amusement,” [I thought this an odd term, so applied, but
said nothing] “and, besides, Le Bon once rendered me a service for
which I am not ungrateful. We will go and see the premises with our
own eyes. I know G——, the Prefect of Police, and shall have no
difficulty in obtaining the necessary permission.”
The permission was obtained, and we proceeded at once to the Rue
Morgue. This is one of those miserable thoroughfares which intervene
between the Rue Richelieu and the Rue St. Roch. It was late in the
afternoon when we reached it; as this quarter is at a great distance from
that in which we resided. The house was readily found; for there were
still many persons gazing up at the closed shutters, with an objectless
curiosity, from the opposite side of the way. It was an ordinary Parisian
house, with a gateway, on one side of which was a glazed watch-box,
with a sliding panel in the window, indicating a loge de concierge.
Before going in we walked up the street, turned down an alley, and
then, again turning, passed in the rear of the building—Dupin,
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with those just mentioned, and others which I need not mention, have
sufficed to paralyze the powers, by putting completely at fault the
boasted acumen, of the government agents. They have fallen into the
gross but common error of confounding the unusual with the abstruse.
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But it is by these deviations from the plane of the ordinary, that reason
feels its way, if at all, in its search for the true. In investigations such as
we are now pursuing, it should not be so much asked „what has
occurred,‟ as „what has occurred that has never occurred before.‟ In fact,
the facility with which I shall arrive, or have arrived, at the solution of
this mystery, is in the direct ratio of its apparent insolubility in the eyes
of the police.”
I stared at the speaker in mute astonishment.
“I am now awaiting,” continued he, looking toward the door of our
apartment—“I am now awaiting a person who, although perhaps not the
perpetrator of these butcheries, must have been in some measure
implicated in their perpetration. Of the worst portion of the crimes
committed, it is probable that he is innocent. I hope that I am right in
this supposition; for upon it I build my expectation of reading the entire
riddle. I look for the man here—in this room—every moment. It is true
that he may not arrive; but the probability is that he will. Should he
come, it will be necessary to detain him. Here are pistols; and we both
know how to use them when occasion demands their use.”
I took the pistols, scarcely knowing what I did, or believing what I
heard, while Dupin went on, very much as if in a soliloquy. I have
already spoken of his abstract manner at such times. His discourse was
addressed to myself; but his voice, although by no means loud, had that
intonation which is commonly employed in speaking to some one at a
great distance. His eyes, vacant in expression, regarded only the wall.
“That the voices heard in contention,” he said, “by the party upon
the stairs, were not the voices of the women themselves, was fully
proved by the evidence. This relieves us of all doubt upon the question
whether the old lady could have first destroyed the daughter and
afterward have committed suicide. I speak of this point chiefly for the
sake of method; for the strength of Madame L‟Espanaye would have
been utterly unequal to the task of thrusting her daughter‟s corpse up the
chimney as it was found; and the nature of the wounds upon her own
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testimony respecting these voices—but to what was peculiar in that
testimony. Did you observe any thing peculiar about it?”
I remarked that, while all the witnesses agreed in supposing the
gruff voice to be that of a Frenchman, there was much disagreement in
regard to the shrill, or, as one individual termed it, the harsh voice.
“That was the evidence itself,” said Dupin, “but it was not the
peculiarity of the evidence. You have observed nothing distinctive. Yet
there was something to be observed. The witnesses, as you remark,
agreed about the gruff voice; they were here unanimous. But in regard
to the shrill voice, the peculiarity is—not that they disagreed—but that,
while an Italian, an Englishman, a Spaniard, a Hollander, and a
Frenchman attempted to describe it, each one spoke of it as that of a
foreigner. Each is sure that it was not the voice of one of his own
countrymen. Each likens it—not to the voice of an individual of any
nation with whose language he is conversant—but the converse. The
Frenchman supposes it the voice of a Spaniard, and „might have
distinguished some words had he been acquainted with the Spanish.‟
The Dutchman maintains it to have been that of a Frenchman; but we
find it stated that „not understanding French this witness was examined
through an interpreter.‟ The Englishman thinks it the voice of a
German, and „does not understand German.‟ The Spaniard „is sure‟ that
it was that of an Englishman, but „judges by the intonation‟ altogether,
„as he has no knowledge of the English.‟ The Italian believes it the
voice of a Russian, but „has never conversed with a native of Russia.‟ A
second Frenchman differs, moreover, with the first, and is positive that
the voice was that of an Italian; but, not being cognizant of that tongue,
is, like the Spaniard, „convinced by the intonation.‟ Now, how strangely
unusual must that voice have really been, about which such testimony
as this could have been elicited!—in whose tones, even, denizens of the
five great divisions of Europe could recognise nothing familiar! You
will say that it might have been the voice of an Asiatic—of an African.
Neither Asiatics nor Africans abound in Paris; but, without denying the
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inference, I will now merely call your attention to three points. The
voice is termed by one witness „harsh rather than shrill.‟ It is
represented by two others to have been „quick and unequal.‟ No
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words—no sounds resembling words—were by any witness mentioned
as distinguishable.
“I know not,” continued Dupin, “what impression I may have made,
so far, upon your own understanding; but I do not hesitate to say that
legitimate deductions even from this portion of the testimony—the
portion respecting the gruff and shrill voices—are in themselves
sufficient to engender a suspicion which should give direction to all
farther progress in the investigation of the mystery. I said „legitimate
deductions;‟ but my meaning is not thus fully expressed. I designed to
imply that the deductions are the sole proper ones, and that the
suspicion arises inevitably from them as the single result. What the
suspicion is, however, I will not say just yet. I merely wish you to bear
in mind that, with myself, it was sufficiently forcible to give a definite
form—a certain tendency—to my inquiries in the chamber.
“Let us now transport ourselves, in fancy, to this chamber. What
shall we first seek here? The means of egress employed by the
murderers. It is not too much to say that neither of us believe in
præternatural events. Madame and Mademoiselle L‟Espanaye were not
destroyed by spirits. The doers of the deed were material, and escaped
materially. Then how? Fortunately, there is but one mode of reasoning
upon the point, and that mode must lead us to a definite decision.—Let
us examine, each by each, the possible means of egress. It is clear that
the assassins were in the room where Mademoiselle L‟Espanaye was
found, or at least in the room adjoining, when the party ascended the
stairs. It is then only from these two apartments that we have to seek
issues. The police have laid bare the floors, the ceilings, and the
masonry of the walls, in every direction. No secret issues could have
escaped their vigilance. But, not trusting to their eyes, I examined with
my own. There were, then, no secret issues. Both doors leading from the
rooms into the passage were securely locked, with the keys inside. Let
us turn to the chimneys. These, although of ordinary width for some
eight or ten feet above the hearths, will not admit, throughout their
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through the window which looked upon the bed. Dropping of its own
accord upon his exit (or perhaps purposely closed), it had become
fastened by the spring; and it was the retention of this spring which had
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been mistaken by the police for that of the nail,—farther inquiry being
thus considered unnecessary.
“The next question is that of the mode of descent. Upon this point I
had been satisfied in my walk with you around the building. About five
feet and a half from the casement in question there runs a lightning-rod.
From this rod it would have been impossible for any one to reach the
window itself, to say nothing of entering it. I observed, however, that
the shutters of the fourth story were of the peculiar kind called by
Parisian carpenters ferrades—a kind rarely employed at the present day,
but frequently seen upon very old mansions at Lyons and Bourdeaux.
They are in the form of an ordinary door, (a single, not a folding door)
except that the lower half is latticed or worked in open trellis—thus
affording an excellent hold for the hands. In the present instance these
shutters are fully three feet and a half broad. When we saw them from
the rear of the house, they were both about half open—that is to say,
they stood off at right angles from the wall. It is probable that the
police, as well as myself, examined the back of the tenement; but, if so,
in looking at these ferrades in the line of their breadth (as they must
have done), they did not perceive this great breadth itself, or, at all
events, failed to take it into due consideration. In fact, having once
satisfied themselves that no egress could have been made in this quarter,
they would naturally bestow here a very cursory examination. It was
clear to me, however, that the shutter belonging to the window at the
head of the bed, would, if swung fully back to the wall, reach to within
two feet of the lightning-rod. It was also evident that, by exertion of a
very unusual degree of activity and courage, an entrance into the
window, from the rod, might have been thus effected.—By reaching to
the distance of two feet and a half (we now suppose the shutter open to
its whole extent) a robber might have taken a firm grasp upon the trellis-
work. Letting go, then, his hold upon the rod, placing his feet securely
against the wall, and springing boldly from it, he might have swung the
shutter so as to close it, and, if we imagine the window open at the time,
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Their roots (a hideous sight!) were clotted with fragments of the flesh of
the scalp—sure token of the prodigious power which had been exerted
in uprooting perhaps half a million of hairs at a time. The throat of the
old lady was not merely cut, but the head absolutely severed from the
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body: the instrument was a mere razor. I wish you also to look at the
brutal ferocity of these deeds. Of the bruises upon the body of Madame
L‟Espanaye I do not speak. Monsieur Dumas, and his worthy coadjutor
Monsieur Etienne, have pronounced that they were inflicted by some
obtuse instrument; and so far these gentlemen are very correct. The
obtuse instrument was clearly the stone pavement in the yard, upon
which the victim had fallen from the window which looked in upon the
bed. This idea, however simple it may now seem, escaped the police for
the same reason that the breadth of the shutters escaped them—because,
by the affair of the nails, their perceptions had been hermetically sealed
against the possibility of the windows having ever been opened at all.
“If now, in addition to all these things, you have properly reflected
upon the odd disorder of the chamber, we have gone so far as to
combine the ideas of an agility astounding, a strength superhuman, a
ferocity brutal, a butchery without motive, a grotesquerie in horror
absolutely alien from humanity, and a voice foreign in tone to the ears
of men of many nations, and devoid of all distinct or intelligible
syllabification. What result, then, has ensued? What impression have I
made upon your fancy?”
I felt a creeping of the flesh as Dupin asked me the question. “A
madman,” I said, “has done this deed—some raving maniac, escaped
from a neighboring Maison de Santé.”
“In some respects,” he replied, “your idea is not irrelevant. But the
voices of madmen, even in their wildest paroxysms, are never found to
tally with that peculiar voice heard upon the stairs. Madmen are of some
nation, and their language, however incoherent in its words, has always
the coherence of syllabification. Besides, the hair of a madman is not
such as I now hold in my hand. I disentangled this little tuft from the
rigidly clutched fingers of Madame L‟Espanaye. Tell me what you can
make of it.”
“Dupin!” I said, completely unnerved; “this hair is most unusual—
this is no human hair.”
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“I have not asserted that it is,” said he; “but, before we decide this
point, I wish you to glance at the little sketch I have here traced upon
this paper. It is a fac-simile drawing of what has been described in one
portion of the testimony as „dark bruises, and deep indentations of
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finger nails,‟ upon the throat of Mademoiselle L‟Espanaye, and in
another, (by Messrs. Dumas and Etienne,) as a „series of livid spots,
evidently the impression of fingers.‟
“You will perceive,” continued my friend, spreading out the paper
upon the table before us, “that this drawing gives the idea of a firm and
fixed hold. There is no slipping apparent. Each finger has retained—
possibly until the death of the victim—the fearful grasp by which it
originally imbedded itself. Attempt, now, to place all your fingers, at the
same time, in the respective impressions as you see them.”
I made the attempt in vain.
“We are possibly not giving this matter a fair trial,” he said. “The
paper is spread out upon a plane surface; but the human throat is
cylindrical. Here is a billet of wood, the circumference of which is about
that of the throat. Wrap the drawing around it, and try the experiment
again.”
I did so; but the difficulty was even more obvious than before.
“This,” I said, “is the mark of no human hand.”
“Read now,” replied Dupin, “this passage from Cuvier.”
It was a minute anatomical and generally descriptive account of the
large fulvous Ourang-Outang of the East Indian Islands. The gigantic
stature, the prodigious strength and activity, the wild ferocity, and the
imitative propensities of these mammalia are sufficiently well known to
all. I understood the full horrors of the murder at once.
“The description of the digits,” said I, as I made an end of reading,
“is in exact accordance with this drawing. I see that no animal but an
Ourang-Outang, of the species here mentioned, could have impressed
the indentations as you have traced them. This tuft of tawny hair, too, is
identical in character with that of the beast of Cuvier. But I cannot
possibly comprehend the particulars of this frightful mystery. Besides,
there were two voices heard in contention, and one of them was
unquestionably the voice of a Frenchman.”
“True; and you will remember an expression attributed almost
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“How was it possible,” I asked, “that you should know the man to
be a sailor, and belonging to a Maltese vessel?”
“I do not know it,” said Dupin. “I am not sure of it. Here, however,
is a small piece of ribbon, which from its form, and from its greasy
appearance, has evidently been used in tying the hair in one of those
long queues of which sailors are so fond. Moreover, this knot is one
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which few besides sailors can tie, and is peculiar to the Maltese. I
picked the ribbon up at the foot of the lightning-rod. It could not have
belonged to either of the deceased. Now if, after all, I am wrong in my
induction from this ribbon, that the Frenchman was a sailor belonging to
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a Maltese vessel, still I can have done no harm in saying what I did in
the advertisement. If I am in error, he will merely suppose that I have
been misled by some circumstance into which he will not take the
trouble to inquire. But if I am right, a great point is gained. Cognizant
although innocent of the murder, the Frenchman will naturally hesitate
about replying to the advertisement—about demanding the Ourang-
Outang. He will reason thus:—„I am innocent; I am poor; my Ourang-
Outang is of great value—to one in my circumstances a fortune of
itself—why should I lose it through idle apprehensions of danger? Here
it is, within my grasp. It was found in the Bois de Boulogne—at a vast
distance from the scene of that butchery. How can it ever be suspected
that a brute beast should have done the deed? The police are at fault—
they have failed to procure the slightest clew. Should they even trace the
animal, it would be impossible to prove me cognizant of the murder, or
to implicate me in guilt on account of that cognizance. Above all, I am
known. The advertiser designates me as the possessor of the beast. I am
not sure to what limit his knowledge may extend. Should I avoid
claiming a property of so great value, which it is known that I possess, I
will render the animal at least, liable to suspicion. It is not my policy to
attract attention either to myself or to the beast. I will answer the
advertisement, get the Ourang-Outang, and keep it close until this
matter has blown over.‟”
At this moment we heard a step upon the stairs.
“Be ready,” said Dupin, “with your pistols, but neither use them nor
show them until at a signal from myself.”
The front door of the house had been left open, and the visitor had
entered, without ringing, and advanced several steps upon the staircase.
Now, however, he seemed to hesitate. Presently we heard him
descending. Dupin was moving quickly to the door, when we again
heard him coming up. He did not turn back a second time, but stepped
up with decision, and rapped at the door of our chamber.
“Come in,” said Dupin, in a cheerful and hearty tone.
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bottom of my heart.
“My friend,” said Dupin, in a kind tone, “you are alarming yourself
unnecessarily—you are indeed. We mean you no harm whatever. I
pledge you the honor of a gentleman, and of a Frenchman, that we
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intend you no injury. I perfectly well know that you are innocent of the
atrocities in the Rue Morgue. It will not do, however, to deny that you
are in some measure implicated in them. From what I have already said,
you must know that I have had means of information about this
matter—means of which you could never have dreamed. Now the thing
stands thus. You have done nothing which you could have avoided—
nothing, certainly, which renders you culpable. You were not even
guilty of robbery, when you might have robbed with impunity. You
have nothing to conceal. You have no reason for concealment. On the
other hand, you are bound by every principle of honor to confess all you
know. An innocent man is now imprisoned, charged with that crime of
which you can point out the perpetrator.”
The sailor had recovered his presence of mind, in a great measure,
while Dupin uttered these words; but his original boldness of bearing
was all gone.
“So help me God,” said he, after a brief pause, “I will tell you all I
know about this affair;—but I do not expect you to believe one half I
say—I would be a fool indeed if I did. Still, I am innocent, and I will
make a clean breast if I die for it.”
What he stated was, in substance, this. He had lately made a voyage
to the Indian Archipelago. A party, of which he formed one, landed at
Borneo, and passed into the interior on an excursion of pleasure.
Himself and a companion had captured the Ourang-Outang. This
companion dying, the animal fell into his own exclusive possession.
After great trouble, occasioned by the intractable ferocity of his captive
during the home voyage, he at length succeeded in lodging it safely at
his own residence in Paris, where, not to attract toward himself the
unpleasant curiosity of his neighbors, he kept it carefully secluded, until
such time as it should recover from a wound in the foot, received from a
splinter on board ship. His ultimate design was to sell it.
Returning home from some sailors‟ frolic the night, or rather in the
morning of the murder, he found the beast occupying his own bed-
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room, into which it had broken from a closet adjoining, where it had
been, as was thought, securely confined. Razor in hand, and fully
lathered, it was sitting before a looking-glass, attempting the operation
of shaving, in which it had no doubt previously watched its master
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through the key-hole of the closet. Terrified at the sight of so dangerous
a weapon in the possession of an animal so ferocious, and so well able
to use it, the man, for some moments, was at a loss what to do. He had
been accustomed, however, to quiet the creature, even in its fiercest
moods, by the use of a whip, and to this he now resorted. Upon sight of
it, the Ourang-Outang sprang at once through the door of the chamber,
down the stairs, and thence, through a window, unfortunately open, into
the street.
The Frenchman followed in despair; the ape, razor still in hand,
occasionally stopping to look back and gesticulate at its pursuer, until
the latter had nearly come up with it. It then again made off. In this
manner the chase continued for a long time. The streets were profoundly
quiet, as it was nearly three o‟clock in the morning. In passing down an
alley in the rear of the Rue Morgue, the fugitive‟s attention was arrested
by a light gleaming from the open window of Madame L‟Espanaye‟s
chamber, in the fourth story of her house. Rushing to the building, it
perceived the lightning rod, clambered up with inconceivable agility,
grasped the shutter, which was thrown fully back against the wall, and,
by its means, swung itself directly upon the headboard of the bed. The
whole feat did not occupy a minute. The shutter was kicked open again
by the Ourang-Outang as it entered the room.
The sailor, in the meantime, was both rejoiced and perplexed. He
had strong hopes of now recapturing the brute, as it could scarcely
escape from the trap into which it had ventured, except by the rod,
where it might be intercepted as it came down. On the other hand, there
was much cause for anxiety as to what it might do in the house. This
latter reflection urged the man still to follow the fugitive. A lightning
rod is ascended without difficulty, especially by a sailor; but, when he
had arrived as high as the window, which lay far to his left, his career
was stopped; the most that he could accomplish was to reach over so as
to obtain a glimpse of the interior of the room. At this glimpse he nearly
fell from his hold through excess of horror. Now it was that those
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hideous shrieks arose upon the night, which had startled from slumber
the inmates of the Rue Morgue. Madame L‟Espanaye and her daughter,
habited in their night clothes, had apparently been occupied in arranging
some papers in the iron chest already mentioned, which had been
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wheeled into the middle of the room. It was open, and its contents lay
beside it on the floor. The victims must have been sitting with their
backs toward the window; and, from the time elapsing between the
ingress of the beast and the screams, it seems probable that it was not
immediately perceived. The flapping-to of the shutter would naturally
have been attributed to the wind.
As the sailor looked in, the gigantic animal had seized Madame
L‟Espanaye by the hair, (which was loose, as she had been combing it,)
and was flourishing the razor about her face, in imitation of the motions
of a barber. The daughter lay prostrate and motionless; she had
swooned. The screams and struggles of the old lady (during which the
hair was torn from her head) had the effect of changing the probably
pacific purposes of the Ourang-Outang into those of wrath. With one
determined sweep of its muscular arm it nearly severed her head from
her body. The sight of blood inflamed its anger into phrenzy. Gnashing
its teeth, and flashing fire from its eyes, it flew upon the body of the
girl, and imbedded its fearful talons in her throat, retaining its grasp
until she expired. Its wandering and wild glances fell at this moment
upon the head of the bed, over which the face of its master, rigid with
horror, was just discernible. The fury of the beast, who no doubt bore
still in mind the dreaded whip, was instantly converted into fear.
Conscious of having deserved punishment, it seemed desirous of
concealing its bloody deeds, and skipped about the chamber in an agony
of nervous agitation; throwing down and breaking the furniture as it
moved, and dragging the bed from the bedstead. In conclusion, it seized
first the corpse of the daughter, and thrust it up the chimney, as it was
found; then that of the old lady, which it immediately hurled through the
window headlong.
As the ape approached the casement with its mutilated burden, the
sailor shrank aghast to the rod, and, rather gliding than clambering
down it, hurried at once home—dreading the consequences of the
butchery, and gladly abandoning, in his terror, all solicitude about the
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fate of the Ourang-Outang. The words heard by the party upon the
staircase were the Frenchman‟s exclamations of horror and affright,
commingled with the fiendish jabberings of the brute.
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I have scarcely anything to add. The Ourang-Outang must have
escaped from the chamber, by the rod, just before the break of the door.
It must have closed the window as it passed through it. It was
subsequently caught by the owner himself, who obtained for it a very
large sum at the Jardin des Plantes. Le Don was instantly released,
upon our narration of the circumstances (with some comments from
Dupin) at the bureau of the Prefect of Police. This functionary, however
well disposed to my friend, could not altogether conceal his chagrin at
the turn which affairs had taken, and was fain to indulge in a sarcasm or
two, about the propriety of every person minding his own business.
“Let him talk,” said Dupin, who had not thought it necessary to
reply. “Let him discourse; it will ease his conscience, I am satisfied with
having defeated him in his own castle. Nevertheless, that he failed in the
solution of this mystery, is by no means that matter for wonder which
he supposes it; for, in truth, our friend the Prefect is somewhat too
cunning to be profound. In his wisdom is no stamen. It is all head and
no body, like the pictures of the Goddess Laverna,—or, at best, all head
and shoulders, like a codfish. But he is a good creature after all. I like
him especially for one master stroke of cant, by which he has attained
his reputation for ingenuity. I mean the way he has „de nier ce qui est, et
d’expliquer ce qui n’est pas.‟”
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The Purloined Letter
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AT Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18—, I was
enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in
company with my friend, C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or
book-closet, au troisième, No. 33 Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain.
For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence, while each,
to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively
occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the
atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally
discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation
between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the
Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I
looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door
of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance,
Monsieur G——, the Prefect of the Parisian police.
We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much
of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not
seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin
now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again,
without doing so, upon G——‟s saying that he had called to consult us,
or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some official business
which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.
“If it is any point requiring reflection,” observed Dupin, as he
forebore to enkindle the wick, “we shall examine it to better purpose in
the dark.”
“That is another of your odd notions,” said the Prefect, who had the
fashion of calling everything “odd” that was beyond his comprehension,
and thus lived amid an absolute legion of “oddities.”
“Very true,” said Dupin, as he supplied his visitor with a pipe, and
rolled toward him a comfortable chair.
“And what is the difficulty now?” I asked. “Nothing more in the
assassination way, I hope?”
“Oh no, nothing of that nature. The fact is, the business is very
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“No? Well, the disclosure of the document to a third person, who
shall be nameless, would bring in question the honor of a personage of
the most exalted station, and this fact gives the holder of the document
an ascendancy over the illustrious personage whose honor and peace are
so jeopardized.”
“But this ascendancy,” I interposed, “would depend upon the
robber‟s knowledge of the loser‟s knowledge of the robber. Who would
dare—”
“The thief,” said G——, “is the Minister D——, who dares all
things, those unbecoming as well as those becoming a man. The method
of the theft was not less ingenious than bold. The document in
question—a letter, to be frank—had been received by the personage
robbed while alone in the royal boudoir. During its perusal she was
suddenly interrupted by the entrance of the other exalted personage
from whom especially it was her wish to conceal it. After a hurried and
vain endeavor to thrust it in a drawer, she was forced to place it, open as
it was, upon a table. The address, however, was uppermost, and, the
contents thus unexposed, the letter escaped notice. At this juncture
enters the Minister D——. His lynx eye immediately perceives the
paper, recognizes the handwriting of the address, observes the confusion
of the personage addressed, and fathoms her secret. After some business
transactions, hurried through in his ordinary manner, he produces a
letter somewhat similar to the one in question, opens it, pretends to read
it, and then places it in close juxtaposition to the other. Again he
converses, for some fifteen minutes, upon the public affairs. At length,
in taking leave, he takes also from the table the letter to which he had no
claim. Its rightful owner saw, but of course, dared not call attention to
the act, in the presence of the third personage who stood at her elbow.
The Minister decamped, leaving his own letter—one of no
importance—upon the table.”
“Here, then,” said Dupin to me, “you have precisely what you
demand to make the ascendancy complete—the robber‟s knowledge of
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undisturbed.”
“You looked among D——‟s papers, of course, and into the books
of the library?”
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“Certainly; we opened every package and parcel; we not only
opened every book, but we turned over every leaf in each volume, not
contenting ourselves with a mere shake, according to the fashion of
some of our police officers. We also measured the thickness of every
book-cover, with the most accurate admeasurement, and applied to each
the most jealous scrutiny of the microscope. Had any of the bindings
been recently meddled with, it would have been utterly impossible that
the fact should have escaped observation. Some five or six volumes, just
from the hands of the binder, we carefully probed, longitudinally, with
the needles.”
“You explored the floors beneath the carpets?”
“Beyond doubt. We removed every carpet, and examined the boards
with the microscope.”
“And the paper on the walls?”
“Yes.”
“You looked into the cellars?”
“We did.”
“Then,” I said, “you have been making a miscalculation, and the
letter is not upon the premises, as you suppose.”
“I fear you are right there,” said the Prefect. “And now, Dupin, what
would you advise me to do?”
“To make a thorough research of the premises.”
“That is absolutely needless,” replied G——. “I am not more sure
that I breathe than I am that the letter is not at the hotel.”
“I have no better advice to give you,” said Dupin. “You have, of
course, an accurate description of the letter?”
“Oh yes!” And here the Prefect, producing a memorandum book,
proceeded to read aloud a minute account of the internal, and especially
of the external, appearance of the missing document. Soon after
finishing the perusal of this description, he took his departure, more
entirely depressed in spirits than I had ever known the good gentleman
before.
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“Well, but, G——, what of the purloined letter? I presume you have
at last made up your mind that there is no such thing as overreaching the
Minister?”
“Confound him, say I—yes; I made the re-examination, however, as
Dupin suggested—but it was all labor lost, as I knew it would be.”
“How much was the reward offered, did you say?” asked Dupin.
“Why, a very great deal—a very liberal reward—I don‟t like to say
how much, precisely; but one thing I will say, that I wouldn‟t mind
giving my individual check for fifty thousand francs to any one who
could obtain me that letter. The fact is, it is becoming of more and more
importance every day; and the reward has been lately doubled. If it were
trebled, however, I could do no more than I have done.”
“Why, yes,” said Dupin, drawling, between the whiffs of his
meerschaum, “I really—think, G——, you have not exerted yourself—
to the utmost in this matter. You might—do a little more, I think; eh?”
“How?—in what way?”
“Why”—puff, puff—“you might”—puff, puff—“employ counsel in
the matter, eh”—puff, puff, puff. “Do you remember the story they tell
of Abernethy?”
“No; hang Abernethy!”
“To be sure! Hang him and welcome. But, once upon a time, a
certain miser conceived the design of spunging upon this Abernethy for
a medical opinion. Getting up, for this purpose, an ordinary
conversation in a private company, he insinuated his case to the
physician as that of an imaginary individual.”
“„We will suppose,‟ said the miser, „that his symptoms are such and
such; now, doctor, what would you have directed him to take?‟
“„Take!‟ said Abernethy. „Why, take advice, to be sure.‟”
“But,” said the Prefect, a little discomposed, “I am perfectly willing
to take advice, and to pay for it. I would really give fifty thousand
francs to any one who would aid me in the matter.”
“In that case,” replied Dupin, opening a drawer, and producing a
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purloined letter been hidden anywhere within the limits of the Prefect‟s
examination—in other words, had the principle of its concealment been
comprehended within the principles of the Prefect—its discovery would
have been a matter altogether beyond question. This functionary,
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however, has been thoroughly mystified; and the remote source of his
defeat lies in the supposition that the Minister is a fool, because he has
acquired renown as a poet. All fools are poets; this the Prefect feels; and
he is merely guilty of a non distributio medii in thence inferring that all
poets are fools. I mean to say, that if the Minister had been no more than
a mathematician, the Prefect would have been under no necessity of
giving me this check. I knew him, however, as both mathematician and
poet, and my measures were adapted to his capacity, with reference to
the circumstances by which he was surrounded. I knew him as a
courtier, too, and as a bold intriguant. Such a man, I considered, could
not fail to be aware of the ordinary political modes of action. He could
not have failed to anticipate—and events have proved that he did not
fail to anticipate—the waylayings to which he was subjected. He must
have foreseen, I reflected, the secret investigations of his premises. His
frequent absences from home at night, which were hailed by the Prefect
as certain aids to his success, I regarded only as ruses, to afford
opportunity for thorough search to the police, and thus the sooner to
impress them with the conviction to which G——, in fact, did finally
arrive—the conviction that the letter was not upon the premises. I felt,
also, that the whole train of thought, which I was at some pains in
detailing to you just now, concerning the invariable principle of political
action in searches for articles concealed—I felt that this whole train of
thought would necessarily pass through the mind of the Minister. It
would imperatively lead him to despise all the ordinary nooks of
concealment. He could not, I reflected, be so weak as not to see that the
most intricate and remote recess of his hotel would be as open as his
commonest closets to the eyes, to the probes, to the gimlets, and to the
microscopes of the Prefect. I saw, in fine, that he would be driven, as a
matter of course, to simplicity, if not deliberately induced to it as a
matter of choice. You will remember, perhaps, how desperately the
Prefect laughed when I suggested, upon our first interview, that it was
just possible this mystery troubled him so much on account of its being
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so very self-evident.”
“Yes,” said I, “I remember his merriment well. I really thought he
would have fallen into convulsions.”
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“The material world,” continued Dupin, “abounds with very strict
analogies to the immaterial; and thus some color of truth has been given
to the rhetorical dogma that metaphor, or simile, may be made to
strengthen an argument as well as to embellish a description. The
principle of the vis inertiae, for example, seems to be identical in
physics and metaphysics. It is not more true, in the former, that a large
body is with more difficulty set in motion than a smaller one, and that
its subsequent momentum is commensurate with this difficulty, than it
is, in the latter, that intellects of the vaster capacity, while more forcible,
more constant, and more eventful in their movements than those of
inferior grade, are yet the less readily moved, and more embarrassed,
and full of hesitation in the first few steps of their progress. Again: have
you ever noticed which of the street signs, over the shop doors, are the
most attractive of attention?”
“I have never given the matter a thought,” I said.
“There is a game of puzzles,” he resumed, “which is played upon a
map. One party playing requires another to find a given word—the
name of town, river, state, or empire—any word, in short, upon the
motley and perplexed surface of the chart. A novice in the game
generally seeks to embarrass his opponents by giving them the most
minutely lettered names; but the adept selects such words as stretch, in
large characters, from one end of the chart to the other. These, like the
over-largely lettered signs and placards of the street, escape observation
by dint of being excessively obvious; and here the physical oversight is
precisely analogous with the moral inapprehension by which the
intellect suffers to pass unnoticed those considerations which are too
obtrusively and too palpably self-evident. But this is a point, it appears,
somewhat above or beneath the understanding of the Prefect. He never
once thought it probable, or possible, that the Minister had deposited the
letter immediately beneath the nose of the whole world, by way of best
preventing any portion of that world from perceiving it.
“But the more I reflected upon the daring, dashing, and
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different from the one of which the Prefect had read us so minute a
description. Here the seal was large and black, with the D—— cipher;
there it was small and red, with the ducal arms of the S—— family.
Here the address, to the Minister, was diminutive and feminine; there
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the superscription, to a certain royal personage, was markedly bold and
decided; the size alone formed a point of correspondence. But, then, the
radicalness of these differences, which was excessive; the dirt; the
soiled and torn condition of the paper, so inconsistent with the true
methodical habits of D——, and so consistent of a design to delude the
beholder into an idea of the worthlessness of the document—these
things, together with the hyperobtrusive situation of this document, full
in the view of every visitor, and thus exactly in accordance with the
conclusions to which I had previously arrived—these things, I say, were
strongly corroborative of suspicion in one who came with the intention
to suspect.
“I protracted my visit as long as possible, and, while I maintained a
most animated discussion with the Minister upon a topic which I knew
well had never failed to interest and excite him, I kept my attention
riveted upon the letter. In this examination I committed to memory its
external appearance and arrangement in the rack, and also fell, at length,
upon a discovery which set at rest whatever trivial doubt I might have
entertained. In scrutinizing the edges of the paper, I observed them to be
more chafed than seemed necessary. They presented the broken
appearance which is manifested when a stiff paper, having been once
folded and pressed with a folder, is refolded in a reversed direction, in
the same creases or edges which formed the original fold. This
discovery was sufficient. It was clear to me that the letter had been
turned, as a glove, inside out, re-directed and re-sealed. I bade the
Minister good-morning, and took my departure at once, leaving a gold
snuff-box upon the table.
“The next morning I called for the snuff-box, when we resumed,
quite eagerly, the conversation of the preceding day. While thus
engaged, however, a loud report, as if of a pistol, was heard
immediately beneath the windows of the hotel, and was succeeded by a
series of fearful screams and the shoutings of a terrified mob. D——
rushed to a casement, threw it open, and looked out. In the mean time I
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that would have been insulting. D——, at Vienna once, did me an evil
turn, which I told him, quite good-humoredly, that I should remember.
So, as I knew he would feel some curiosity in regard to the identity of
the person who had outwitted him, I thought it a pity not to give him a
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clew. He is well acquainted with my MS., and I just copied into the
middle of the blank sheet the words:
“„——
Un dessein si funeste,
S‟il n‟est digne d‟Atrée, este digne de Thyeste.‟
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The Thousand-and-Second Tale of Scheherazade
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Truth is stranger than fiction. —OLD SAYING.
vizier, to make an offer to the king of her hand. This hand the king
eagerly accepts—(he had intended to take it at all events, and had put
off the matter from day to day, only through fear of the vizier),—but, in
accepting it now, he gives all parties very distinctly to understand, that,
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grand vizier or no grand vizier, he has not the slightest design of giving
up one iota of his vow or of his privileges. When, therefore, the fair
Scheherazade insisted upon marrying the king, and did actually marry
him despite her father‟s excellent advice not to do any thing of the
kind—when she would and did marry him, I say, will I, nill I, it was
with her beautiful black eyes as thoroughly open as the nature of the
case would allow.
It seems, however, that this politic damsel (who had been reading
Machiavelli, beyond doubt), had a very ingenious little plot in her mind.
On the night of the wedding, she contrived, upon I forget what specious
pretence, to have her sister occupy a couch sufficiently near that of the
royal pair to admit of easy conversation from bed to bed; and, a little
before cock-crowing, she took care to awaken the good monarch, her
husband (who bore her none the worse will because he intended to
wring her neck on the morrow),—she managed to awaken him, I say,
(although on account of a capital conscience and an easy digestion, he
slept well) by the profound interest of a story (about a rat and a black
cat, I think) which she was narrating (all in an undertone, of course) to
her sister. When the day broke, it so happened that this history was not
altogether finished, and that Scheherazade, in the nature of things could
not finish it just then, since it was high time for her to get up and be
bowstrung—a thing very little more pleasant than hanging, only a trifle
more genteel.
The king‟s curiosity, however, prevailing, I am sorry to say, even
over his sound religious principles, induced him for this once to
postpone the fulfilment of his vow until next morning, for the purpose
and with the hope of hearing that night how it fared in the end with the
black cat (a black cat, I think it was) and the rat.
The night having arrived, however, the lady Scheherazade not only
put the finishing stroke to the black cat and the rat (the rat was blue) but
before she well knew what she was about, found herself deep in the
intricacies of a narration, having reference (if I am not altogether
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of misconduct, for which I only trust that Allah will forgive me. But
even yet it is not too late to remedy my great neglect—and as soon as I
have given the king a pinch or two in order to wake him up so far that
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he may stop making that horrible noise, I will forthwith entertain you
(and him if he pleases) with the sequel of this very remarkable story.”
Hereupon the sister of Scheherazade, as I have it from the
“Isitsoornot,” expressed no very particular intensity of gratification; but
the king, having been sufficiently pinched, at length ceased snoring, and
finally said, “hum!” and then “hoo!” when the queen, understanding
these words (which are no doubt Arabic) to signify that he was all
attention, and would do his best not to snore any more—the queen, I
say, having arranged these matters to her satisfaction, re-entered thus, at
once, into the history of Sinbad the sailor:
“„At length, in my old age, [these are the words of Sinbad himself,
as retailed by Scheherazade]—„at length, in my old age, and after
enjoying many years of tranquillity at home, I became once more
possessed of a desire of visiting foreign countries; and one day, without
acquainting any of my family with my design, I packed up some
bundles of such merchandise as was most precious and least bulky, and,
engaged a porter to carry them, went with him down to the sea-shore, to
await the arrival of any chance vessel that might convey me out of the
kingdom into some region which I had not as yet explored.
“„Having deposited the packages upon the sands, we sat down
beneath some trees, and looked out into the ocean in the hope of
perceiving a ship, but during several hours we saw none whatever. At
length I fancied that I could hear a singular buzzing or humming sound;
and the porter, after listening awhile, declared that he also could
distinguish it. Presently it grew louder, and then still louder, so that we
could have no doubt that the object which caused it was approaching us.
At length, on the edge of the horizon, we discovered a black speck,
which rapidly increased in size until we made it out to be a vast
monster, swimming with a great part of its body above the surface of
the sea. It came toward us with inconceivable swiftness, throwing up
huge waves of foam around its breast, and illuminating all that part of
the sea through which it passed, with a long line of fire that extended far
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“It is, in fact, very surprising, my dear queen, that you omitted,
hitherto, these latter adventures of Sinbad. Do you know I think them
exceedingly entertaining and strange?”
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The king having thus expressed himself, we are told, the fair
Scheherazade resumed her history in the following words:
“Sinbad went on in this manner with his narrative to the caliph—„I
thanked the man-animal for its kindness, and soon found myself very
much at home on the beast, which swam at a prodigious rate through the
ocean; although the surface of the latter is, in that part of the world, by
no means flat, but round like a pomegranate, so that we went—so to
say—either up hill or down hill all the time.‟
“That I think, was very singular,” interrupted the king.
“Nevertheless, it is quite true,” replied Scheherazade.
“I have my doubts,” rejoined the king; “but, pray, be so good as to
go on with the story.”
“I will,” said the queen. “„The beast,‟ continued Sinbad to the
caliph, „swam, as I have related, up hill and down hill until, at length,
we arrived at an island, many hundreds of miles in circumference, but
which, nevertheless, had been built in the middle of the sea by a colony
of little things like caterpillars‟”
“Hum!” said the king.
“„Leaving this island,‟ said Sinbad—(for Scheherazade, it must be
understood, took no notice of her husband‟s ill-mannered ejaculation)
„leaving this island, we came to another where the forests were of solid
stone, and so hard that they shivered to pieces the finest-tempered axes
with which we endeavoured to cut them down.”‟
“Hum!” said the king, again; but Scheherazade, paying him no
attention, continued in the language of Sinbad.
“„Passing beyond this last island, we reached a country where there
was a cave that ran to the distance of thirty or forty miles within the
bowels of the earth, and that contained a greater number of far more
spacious and more magnificent palaces than are to be found in all
Damascus and Bagdad. From the roofs of these palaces there hung
myriads of gems, liked diamonds, but larger than men; and in among
the streets of towers and pyramids and temples, there flowed immense
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rivers as black as ebony, and swarming with fish that had no eyes.‟”
“Hum!” said the king. “„We then swam into a region of the sea
where we found a lofty mountain, down whose sides there streamed
torrents of melted metal, some of which were twelve miles wide and
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sixty miles long; while from an abyss on the summit, issued so vast a
quantity of ashes that the sun was entirely blotted out from the heavens,
and it became darker than the darkest midnight; so that when we were
even at the distance of a hundred and fifty miles from the mountain, it
was impossible to see the whitest object, however close we held it to
our eyes.‟”
“Hum!” said the king.
“„After quitting this coast, the beast continued his voyage until we
met with a land in which the nature of things seemed reversed—for we
here saw a great lake, at the bottom of which, more than a hundred feet
beneath the surface of the water, there flourished in full leaf a forest of
tall and luxuriant trees.‟”
“Hoo!” said the king.
“Some hundred miles farther on brought us to a climate where the
atmosphere was so dense as to sustain iron or steel, just as our own does
feather.‟”
“Fiddle de dee,” said the king.
“Proceeding still in the same direction, we presently arrived at the
most magnificent region in the whole world. Through it there
meandered a glorious river for several thousands of miles. This river
was of unspeakable depth, and of a transparency richer than that of
amber. It was from three to six miles in width; and its banks which
arose on either side to twelve hundred feet in perpendicular height, were
crowned with ever-blossoming trees and perpetual sweet-scented
flowers, that made the whole territory one gorgeous garden; but the
name of this luxuriant land was the Kingdom of Horror, and to enter it
was inevitable death‟”
“Humph!” said the king.
“„We left this kingdom in great haste, and, after some days, came to
another, where we were astonished to perceive myriads of monstrous
animals with horns resembling scythes upon their heads. These hideous
beasts dig for themselves vast caverns in the soil, of a funnel shape, and
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line the sides of them with, rocks, so disposed one upon the other that
they fall instantly, when trodden upon by other animals, thus precipitating
them into the monster‟s dens, where their blood is immediately sucked,
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and their carcasses afterwards hurled contemptuously out to an immense
distance from “the caverns of death.”‟”
“Pooh!” said the king.
“„Continuing our progress, we perceived a district with vegetables
that grew not upon any soil but in the air. There were others that sprang
from the substance of other vegetables; others that derived their
substance from the bodies of living animals; and then again, there were
others that glowed all over with intense fire; others that moved from
place to place at pleasure, and what was still more wonderful, we
discovered flowers that lived and breathed and moved their limbs at will
and had, moreover, the detestable passion of mankind for enslaving
other creatures, and confining them in horrid and solitary prisons until
the fulfillment of appointed tasks.‟”
“Pshaw!” said the king.
“„Quitting this land, we soon arrived at another in which the bees
and the birds are mathematicians of such genius and erudition, that they
give daily instructions in the science of geometry to the wise men of the
empire. The king of the place having offered a reward for the solution of
two very difficult problems, they were solved upon the spot—the one
by the bees, and the other by the birds; but the king keeping their
solution a secret, it was only after the most profound researches and
labor, and the writing of an infinity of big books, during a long series of
years, that the men-mathematicians at length arrived at the identical
solutions which had been given upon the spot by the bees and by the
birds.‟”
“Oh my!” said the king.
“„We had scarcely lost sight of this empire when we found
ourselves close upon another, from whose shores there flew over our
heads a flock of fowls a mile in breadth, and two hundred and forty
miles long; so that, although they flew a mile during every minute, it
required no less than four hours for the whole flock to pass over us—in
which there were several millions of millions of fowl.‟”
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iron and whose blood was boiling water. In place of corn, he had black
stones for his usual food; and yet, in spite of so hard a diet, he was so
strong and swift that he would drag a load more weighty than the
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grandest temple in this city, at a rate surpassing that of the flight of most
birds.‟”
“Twattle!” said the king.
“„I saw, also, among these people a hen without feathers, but bigger
than a camel; instead of flesh and bone she had iron and brick; her
blood, like that of the horse, (to whom, in fact, she was nearly related,)
was boiling water; and like him she ate nothing but wood or black
stones. This hen brought forth very frequently, a hundred chickens in
the day; and, after birth, they took up their residence for several weeks
within the stomach of their mother.‟”
“Fa! lal!” said the king.
“„One of this nation of mighty conjurors created a man out of brass
and wood, and leather, and endowed him with such ingenuity that he
would have beaten at chess, all the race of mankind with the exception
of the great Caliph, Haroun Alraschid. Another of these magi
constructed (of like material) a creature that put to shame even the
genius of him who made it; for so great were its reasoning powers that,
in a second, it performed calculations of so vast an extent that they
would have required the united labor of fifty thousand fleshy men for a
year. But a still more wonderful conjuror fashioned for himself a mighty
thing that was neither man nor beast, but which had brains of lead,
intermixed with a black matter like pitch, and fingers that it employed
with such incredible speed and dexterity that it would have had no
trouble in writing out twenty thousand copies of the Koran in an hour,
and this with so exquisite a precision, that in all the copies there should
not be found one to vary from another by the breadth of the finest hair.
This thing was of prodigious strength, so that it erected or overthrew the
mightiest empires at a breath; but its powers were exercised equally for
evil and for good.‟”
“Ridiculous!” said the king.
“„Among this nation of necromancers there was also one who had in
his veins the blood of the salamanders; for he made no scruple of sitting
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down to smoke his chibouc in a red-hot oven until his dinner was
thoroughly roasted upon its floor. Another had the faculty of converting
the common metals into gold, without even looking at them during the
process. Another had such a delicacy of touch that he made a wire so
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fine as to be invisible. Another had such quickness of perception that he
counted all the separate motions of an elastic body, while it was
springing backward and forward at the rate of nine hundred millions of
times in a second.‟”
“Absurd!” said the king.
“„Another of these magicians, by means of a fluid that nobody ever
yet saw, could make the corpses of his friends brandish their arms, kick
out their legs, fight, or even get up and dance at his will. Another had
cultivated his voice to so great an extent that he could have made
himself heard from one end of the world to the other. Another had so
long an arm that he could sit down in Damascus and indite a letter at
Bagdad—or indeed at any distance whatsoever. Another commanded
the lightning to come down to him out of the heavens, and it came at his
call; and served him for a plaything when it came. Another took two
loud sounds and out of them made a silence. Another constructed a deep
darkness out of two brilliant lights. Another made ice in a red-hot
furnace. Another directed the sun to paint his portrait, and the sun did.
Another took this luminary with the moon and the planets, and having
first weighed them with scrupulous accuracy, probed into their depths
and found out the solidity of the substance of which they were made.
But the whole nation is, indeed, of so surprising a necromantic ability,
that not even their infants, nor their commonest cats and dogs have any
difficulty in seeing objects that do not exist at all, or that for twenty
millions of years before the birth of the nation itself had been blotted
out from the face of creation.”‟
Analogous experiments in respect to sound produce analogous
results.
“Preposterous!” said the king.
“„The wives and daughters of these incomparably great and wise
magi,‟” continued Scheherazade, without being in any manner disturbed
by these frequent and most ungentlemanly interruptions on the part of
her husband—“„the wives and daughters of these eminent conjurers are
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every thing that is accomplished and refined; and would be every thing
that is interesting and beautiful, but for an unhappy fatality that besets
them, and from which not even the miraculous powers of their husbands
and fathers has, hitherto, been adequate to save. Some fatalities come in
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certain shapes, and some in others—but this of which I speak has come
in the shape of a crotchet.‟”
“A what?” said the king.
“„A crotchet‟” said Scheherazade. “„One of the evil genii, who are
perpetually upon the watch to inflict ill, has put it into the heads of these
accomplished ladies that the thing which we describe as personal beauty
consists altogether in the protuberance of the region which lies not very far
below the small of the back. Perfection of loveliness, they say, is in the
direct ratio of the extent of this lump. Having been long possessed of this
idea, and bolsters being cheap in that country, the days have long gone by
since it was possible to distinguish a woman from a dromedary—‟”
“Stop!” said the king—“I can‟t stand that, and I won‟t. You have
already given me a dreadful headache with your lies. The day, too, I
perceive, is beginning to break. How long have we been married?—my
conscience is getting to be troublesome again. And then that dromedary
touch—do you take me for a fool? Upon the whole, you might as well
get up and be throttled.”
These words, as I learn from the “Isitsoornot,” both grieved and
astonished Scheherazade; but, as she knew the king to be a man of
scrupulous integrity, and quite unlikely to forfeit his word, she
submitted to her fate with a good grace. She derived, however, great
consolation, (during the tightening of the bowstring,) from the reflection
that much of the history remained still untold, and that the petulance of
her brute of a husband had reaped for him a most righteous reward, in
depriving him of many inconceivable adventures.
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A Descent into the Maelström
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The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as ourways; nor
are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness,
profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which have a depth in
them greater than the well of Democritus. —Joseph Glanville.
WE had now reached the summit of the loftiest crag. For some minutes
the old man seemed too much exhausted to speak.
“Not long ago,” said he at length, “and I could have guided you on
this route as well as the youngest of my sons; but, about three years
past, there happened to me an event such as never happened to mortal
man—or at least such as no man ever survived to tell of—and the six
hours of deadly terror which I then endured have broken me up body
and soul. You suppose me a very old man—but I am not. It took less
than a single day to change these hairs from a jetty black to white, to
weaken my limbs, and to unstring my nerves, so that I tremble at the
least exertion, and am frightened at a shadow. Do you know I can
scarcely look over this little cliff without getting giddy?”
The “little cliff,” upon whose edge he had so carelessly thrown
himself down to rest that the weightier portion of his body hung over it,
while he was only kept from falling by the tenure of his elbow on its
extreme and slippery edge—this “little cliff” arose, a sheer unobstructed
precipice of black shining rock, some fifteen or sixteen hundred feet
from the world of crags beneath us. Nothing would have tempted me to
within half a dozen yards of its brink. In truth so deeply was I excited
by the perilous position of my companion, that I fell at full length upon
the ground, clung to the shrubs around me, and dared not even glance
upward at the sky—while I struggled in vain to divest myself of the idea
that the very foundations of the mountain were in danger from the fury
of the winds. It was long before I could reason myself into sufficient
courage to sit up and look out into the distance.
“You must get over these fancies,” said the guide, “for I have
brought you here that you might have the best possible view of the
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scene of that event I mentioned—and to tell you the whole story with
the spot just under your eye.”
“We are now,” he continued, in that particularizing manner which
distinguished him—“we are now close upon the Norwegian coast—in
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the sixty-eighth degree of latitude—in the great province of Nordland—
and in the dreary district of Lofoden. The mountain upon whose top we
sit is Helseggen, the Cloudy. Now raise yourself up a little higher—hold
on to the grass if you feel giddy—so—and look out, beyond the belt of
vapor beneath us, into the sea.”
I looked dizzily, and beheld a wide expanse of ocean, whose waters
wore so inky a hue as to bring at once to my mind the Nubian
geographer‟s account of the Mare Tenebrarum. A panorama more
deplorably desolate no human imagination can conceive. To the right
and left, as far as the eye could reach, there lay outstretched, like
ramparts of the world, lines of horridly black and beetling cliff, whose
character of gloom was but the more forcibly illustrated by the surf
which reared high up against its white and ghastly crest, howling and
shrieking forever. Just opposite the promontory upon whose apex we
were placed, and at a distance of some five or six miles out at sea, there
was visible a small, bleak-looking island; or, more properly, its position
was discernible through the wilderness of surge in which it was
enveloped. About two miles nearer the land, arose another of smaller
size, hideously craggy and barren, and encompassed at various intervals
by a cluster of dark rocks.
The appearance of the ocean, in the space between the more distant
island and the shore, had something very unusual about it. Although, at
the time, so strong a gale was blowing landward that a brig in the
remote offing lay to under a double-reefed trysail, and constantly
plunged her whole hull out of sight, still there was here nothing like a
regular swell, but only a short, quick, angry cross dashing of water in
every direction—as well in the teeth of the wind as otherwise. Of foam
there was little except in the immediate vicinity of the rocks.
“The island in the distance,” resumed the old man, “is called by the
Norwegians Vurrgh. The one midway is Moskoe. That a mile to the
northward is Ambaaren. Yonder are Islesen, Hotholm, Keildhelm,
Suarven, and Buckholm. Farther off—between Moskoe and Vurrgh—
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are Otterholm, Flimen, Sandflesen, and Stockholm. These are the true
names of the places—but why it has been thought necessary to name
them at all, is more than either you or I can understand. Do you hear
anything? Do you see any change in the water?”
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We had now been about ten minutes upon the top of Helseggen, to
which we had ascended from the interior of Lofoden, so that we had
caught no glimpse of the sea until it had burst upon us from the summit.
As the old man spoke, I became aware of a loud and gradually
increasing sound, like the moaning of a vast herd of buffaloes upon an
American prairie; and at the same moment I perceived that what seamen
term the chopping character of the ocean beneath us, was rapidly
changing into a current which set to the eastward. Even while I gazed,
this current acquired a monstrous velocity. Each moment added to its
speed—to its headlong impetuosity. In five minutes the whole sea, as
far as Vurrgh, was lashed into ungovernable fury; but it was between
Moskoe and the coast that the main uproar held its sway. Here the vast
bed of the waters, seamed and scarred into a thousand conflicting
channels, burst suddenly into phrensied convulsion—heaving, boiling,
hissing—gyrating in gigantic and innumerable vortices, and all whirling
and plunging on to the eastward with a rapidity which water never
elsewhere assumes except in precipitous descents.
In a few minutes more, there came over the scene another radical
alteration. The general surface grew somewhat more smooth, and the
whirlpools, one by one, disappeared, while prodigious streaks of foam
became apparent where none had been seen before. These streaks, at
length, spreading out to a great distance, and entering into combination,
took unto themselves the gyratory motion of the subsided vortices, and
seemed to form the germ of another more vast. Suddenly—very
suddenly—this assumed a distinct and definite existence, in a circle of
more than a mile in diameter. The edge of the whirl was represented by
a broad belt of gleaming spray; but no particle of this slipped into the
mouth of the terrific funnel, whose interior, as far as the eye could
fathom it, was a smooth, shining, and jet-black wall of water, inclined to
the horizon at an angle of some forty-five degrees, speeding dizzily
round and round with a swaying and sweltering motion, and sending
forth to the winds an appalling voice, half shriek, half roar, such as not
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even the mighty cataract of Niagara ever lifts up in its agony to Heaven.
The mountain trembled to its very base, and the rock rocked. I
threw myself upon my face, and clung to the scant herbage in an excess
of nervous agitation.
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“This,” said I at length, to the old man—“this can be nothing else
than the great whirlpool of the Maelström.”
“So it is sometimes termed,” said he. “We Norwegians call it the
Moskoe-ström, from the island of Moskoe in the midway.”
The ordinary accounts of this vortex had by no means prepared me
for what I saw. That of Jonas Ramus, which is perhaps the most
circumstantial of any, cannot impart the faintest conception either of the
magnificence, or of the horror of the scene—or of the wild bewildering
sense of the novel which confounds the beholder. I am not sure from
what point of view the writer in question surveyed it, nor at what time;
but it could neither have been from the summit of Helseggen, nor during
a storm. There are some passages of his description, nevertheless, which
may be quoted for their details, although their effect is exceedingly
feeble in conveying an impression of the spectacle.
“Between Lofoden and Moskoe,” he says, “the depth of the water is
between thirty-six and forty fathoms; but on the other side, toward Ver
(Vurrgh) this depth decreases so as not to afford a convenient passage
for a vessel, without the risk of splitting on the rocks, which happens
even in the calmest weather. When it is flood, the stream runs up the
country between Lofoden and Moskoe with a boisterous rapidity; but
the roar of its impetuous ebb to the sea is scarce equalled by the loudest
and most dreadful cataracts; the noise being heard several leagues off,
and the vortices or pits are of such an extent and depth, that if a ship
comes within its attraction, it is inevitably absorbed and carried down to
the bottom, and there beat to pieces against the rocks; and when the
water relaxes, the fragments thereof are thrown up again. But these
intervals of tranquility are only at the turn of the ebb and flood, and in
calm weather, and last but a quarter of an hour, its violence gradually
returning. When the stream is most boisterous, and its fury heightened
by a storm, it is dangerous to come within a Norway mile of it. Boats,
yachts, and ships have been carried away by not guarding against it
before they were within its reach. It likewise happens frequently, that
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whales come too near the stream, and are overpowered by its violence;
and then it is impossible to describe their howlings and bellowings in
their fruitless struggles to disengage themselves. A bear once,
attempting to swim from Lofoden to Moskoe, was caught by the stream
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and borne down, while he roared terribly, so as to be heard on shore.
Large stocks of firs and pine trees, after being absorbed by the current,
rise again broken and torn to such a degree as if bristles grew upon
them. This plainly shows the bottom to consist of craggy rocks, among
which they are whirled to and fro. This stream is regulated by the flux
and reflux of the sea—it being constantly high and low water every six
hours. In the year 1645, early in the morning of Sexagesima Sunday, it
raged with such noise and impetuosity that the very stones of the houses
on the coast fell to the ground.”
In regard to the depth of the water, I could not see how this could
have been ascertained at all in the immediate vicinity of the vortex. The
“forty fathoms” must have reference only to portions of the channel
close upon the shore either of Moskoe or Lofoden. The depth in the
centre of the Moskoe-ström must be immeasurably greater; and no
better proof of this fact is necessary than can be obtained from even the
sidelong glance into the abyss of the whirl which may be had from the
highest crag of Helseggen. Looking down from this pinnacle upon the
howling Phlegethon below, I could not help smiling at the simplicity
with which the honest Jonas Ramus records, as a matter difficult of
belief, the anecdotes of the whales and the bears; for it appeared to me,
in fact, a self-evident thing, that the largest ship of the line in existence,
coming within the influence of that deadly attraction, could resist it as
little as a feather the hurricane, and must disappear bodily and at once.
The attempts to account for the phenomenon—some of which, I
remember, seemed to me sufficiently plausible in perusal—now wore a
very different and unsatisfactory aspect. The idea generally received is
that this, as well as three smaller vortices among the Ferroe islands,
“have no other cause than the collision of waves rising and falling, at
flux and reflux, against a ridge of rocks and shelves, which confines the
water so that it precipitates itself like a cataract; and thus the higher the
flood rises, the deeper must the fall be, and the natural result of all is a
whirlpool or vortex, the prodigious suction of which is sufficiently
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violent as elsewhere. Here we used to remain until nearly time for slack-
water again, when we weighed and made for home. We never set out
upon this expedition without a steady side wind for going and coming—
one that we felt sure would not fail us before our return—and we
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seldom made a mis-calculation upon this point. Twice, during six years,
we were forced to stay all night at anchor on account of a dead calm,
which is a rare thing indeed just about here; and once we had to remain
on the grounds nearly a week, starving to death, owing to a gale which
blew up shortly after our arrival, and made the channel too boisterous to
be thought of. Upon this occasion we should have been driven out to sea
in spite of everything, (for the whirlpools threw us round and round so
violently, that, at length, we fouled our anchor and dragged it) if it had
not been that we drifted into one of the innumerable cross currents—
here to-day and gone to-morrow—which drove us under the lee of
Flimen, where, by good luck, we brought up.
“I could not tell you the twentieth part of the difficulties we
encountered „on the grounds‟—it is a bad spot to be in, even in good
weather—but we made shift always to run the gauntlet of the Moskoe-
ström itself without accident; although at times my heart has been in my
mouth when we happened to be a minute or so behind or before the
slack. The wind sometimes was not as strong as we thought it at
starting, and then we made rather less way than we could wish, while
the current rendered the smack unmanageable. My eldest brother had a
son eighteen years old, and I had two stout boys of my own. These
would have been of great assistance at such times, in using the sweeps,
as well as afterward in fishing—but, somehow, although we ran the risk
ourselves, we had not the heart to let the young ones get into the
danger—for, after all is said and done, it was a horrible danger, and that
is the truth.
“It is now within a few days of three years since what I am going to
tell you occurred. It was on the tenth day of July, 18-, a day which the
people of this part of the world will never forget—for it was one in
which blew the most terrible hurricane that ever came out of the
heavens. And yet all the morning, and indeed until late in the afternoon,
there was a gentle and steady breeze from the south-west, while the sun
shone brightly, so that the oldest seaman among us could not have
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ascertaining. For my part, as soon as I had let the foresail run, I threw
myself flat on deck, with my feet against the narrow gunwale of the
bow, and with my hands grasping a ring-bolt near the foot of the fore-
mast. It was mere instinct that prompted me to do this—which was
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undoubtedly the very best thing I could have done—for I was too much
flurried to think.
“For some moments we were completely deluged, as I say, and all
this time I held my breath, and clung to the bolt. When I could stand it
no longer I raised myself upon my knees, still keeping hold with my
hands, and thus got my head clear. Presently our little boat gave herself
a shake, just as a dog does in coming out of the water, and thus rid
herself, in some measure, of the seas. I was now trying to get the better
of the stupor that had come over me, and to collect my senses so as to
see what was to be done, when I felt somebody grasp my arm. It was
my elder brother, and my heart leaped for joy, for I had made sure that
he was overboard—but the next moment all this joy was turned into
horror—for he put his mouth close to my ear, and screamed out the
word „Moskoe-ström!‟
“No one ever will know what my feelings were at that moment. I
shook from head to foot as if I had had the most violent fit of the ague. I
knew what he meant by that one word well enough—I knew what he
wished to make me understand. With the wind that now drove us on, we
were bound for the whirl of the Ström, and nothing could save us!
“You perceive that in crossing the Ström channel, we always went a
long way up above the whirl, even in the calmest weather, and then had
to wait and watch carefully for the slack—but now we were driving
right upon the pool itself, and in such a hurricane as this! „To be sure,‟ I
thought, „we shall get there just about the slack—there is some little
hope in that‟—but in the next moment I cursed myself for being so great
a fool as to dream of hope at all. I knew very well that we were doomed,
had we been ten times a ninety-gun ship.
“By this time the first fury of the tempest had spent itself, or
perhaps we did not feel it so much, as we scudded before it, but at all
events the seas, which at first had been kept down by the wind, and lay
flat and frothing, now got up into absolute mountains. A singular
change, too, had come over the heavens. Around in every direction it
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was still as black as pitch, but nearly overhead there burst out, all at
once, a circular rift of clear sky—as clear as I ever saw—and of a deep
bright blue—and through it there blazed forth the full moon with a
lustre that I never before knew her to wear. She lit up every thing about
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us with the greatest distinctness—but, oh God, what a scene it was to
light up!
“I now made one or two attempts to speak to my brother—but, in
some manner which I could not understand, the din had so increased
that I could not make him hear a single word, although I screamed at the
top of my voice in his ear. Presently he shook his head, looking as pale
as death, and held up one of his finger, as if to say ‘listen! ‘
“At first I could not make out what he meant—but soon a hideous
thought flashed upon me. I dragged my watch from its fob. It was not
going. I glanced at its face by the moonlight, and then burst into tears as
I flung it far away into the ocean. It had run down at seven o’clock! We
were behind the time of the slack, and the whirl of the Ström was in full
fury!
“When a boat is well built, properly trimmed, and not deep laden,
the waves in a strong gale, when she is going large, seem always to slip
from beneath her—which appears very strange to a landsman—and this
is what is called riding, in sea phrase. Well, so far we had ridden the
swells very cleverly; but presently a gigantic sea happened to take us
right under the counter, and bore us with it as it rose—up—up—as if
into the sky. I would not have believed that any wave could rise so high.
And then down we came with a sweep, a slide, and a plunge, that made
me feel sick and dizzy, as if I was falling from some lofty mountain-top
in a dream. But while we were up I had thrown a quick glance around—
and that one glance was all sufficient. I saw our exact position in an
instant. The Moskoe-Ström whirlpool was about a quarter of a mile
dead ahead—but no more like the every-day Moskoe-Ström, than the
whirl as you now see it is like a mill-race. If I had not known where we
were, and what we had to expect, I should not have recognised the place
at all. As it was, I involuntarily closed my eyes in horror. The lids
clenched themselves together as if in a spasm.
“It could not have been more than two minutes afterward until we
suddenly felt the waves subside, and were enveloped in foam. The boat
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made a sharp half turn to larboard, and then shot off in its new direction
like a thunderbolt. At the same moment the roaring noise of the water
was completely drowned in a kind of shrill shriek—such a sound as you
might imagine given out by the waste-pipes of many thousand steam-
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vessels, letting off their steam all together. We were now in the belt of
surf that always surrounds the whirl; and I thought, of course, that
another moment would plunge us into the abyss—down which we could
only see indistinctly on account of the amazing velocity with which we
wore borne along. The boat did not seem to sink into the water at all,
but to skim like an air-bubble upon the surface of the surge. Her
starboard side was next the whirl, and on the larboard arose the world of
ocean we had left. It stood like a huge writhing wall between us and the
horizon.
“It may appear strange, but now, when we were in the very jaws of
the gulf, I felt more composed than when we were only approaching it.
Having made up my mind to hope no more, I got rid of a great deal of
that terror which unmanned me at first. I suppose it was despair that
strung my nerves.
“It may look like boasting—but what I tell you is truth—I began to
reflect how magnificent a thing it was to die in such a manner, and how
foolish it was in me to think of so paltry a consideration as my own
individual life, in view of so wonderful a manifestation of God‟s power.
I do believe that I blushed with shame when this idea crossed my mind.
After a little while I became possessed with the keenest curiosity about
the whirl itself. I positively felt a wish to explore its depths, even at the
sacrifice I was going to make; and my principal grief was that I should
never be able to tell my old companions on shore about the mysteries I
should see. These, no doubt, were singular fancies to occupy a man‟s
mind in such extremity—and I have often thought since, that the
revolutions of the boat around the pool might have rendered me a little
light-headed.
“There was another circumstance which tended to restore my self-
possession; and this was the cessation of the wind, which could not
reach us in our present situation—for, as you saw yourself, the belt of
surf is considerably lower than the general bed of the ocean, and this
latter now towered above us, a high, black, mountainous ridge. If you
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have never been at sea in a heavy gale, you can form no idea of the
confusion of mind occasioned by the wind and spray together. They
blind, deafen, and strangle you, and take away all power of action or
reflection. But we were now, in a great measure, rid of these
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annoyances—just us death-condemned felons in prison are allowed
petty indulgences, forbidden them while their doom is yet uncertain.
“How often we made the circuit of the belt it is impossible to say.
We careered round and round for perhaps an hour, flying rather than
floating, getting gradually more and more into the middle of the surge,
and then nearer and nearer to its horrible inner edge. All this time I had
never let go of the ring-bolt. My brother was at the stern, holding on to a
small empty water-cask which had been securely lashed under the coop
of the counter, and was the only thing on deck that had not been swept
overboard when the gale first took us. As we approached the brink of
the pit he let go his hold upon this, and made for the ring, from which,
in the agony of his terror, he endeavored to force my hands, as it was
not large enough to afford us both a secure grasp. I never felt deeper
grief than when I saw him attempt this act—although I knew he was a
madman when he did it—a raving maniac through sheer fright. I did not
care, however, to contest the point with him. I knew it could make no
difference whether either of us held on at all; so I let him have the bolt,
and went astern to the cask. This there was no great difficulty in doing;
for the smack flew round steadily enough, and upon an even keel—only
swaying to and fro, with the immense sweeps and swelters of the whirl.
Scarcely had I secured myself in my new position, when we gave a wild
lurch to starboard, and rushed headlong into the abyss. I muttered a
hurried prayer to God, and thought all was over.
“As I felt the sickening sweep of the descent, I had instinctively
tightened my hold upon the barrel, and closed my eyes. For some
seconds I dared not open them—while I expected instant destruction,
and wondered that I was not already in my death-struggles with the
water. But moment after moment elapsed. I still lived. The sense of
falling had ceased; and the motion of the vessel seemed much as it had
been before, while in the belt of foam, with the exception that she now
lay more along. I took courage, and looked once again upon the scene.
“Never shall I forget the sensations of awe, horror, and admiration
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been drawn in more early, or absorbed more rapidly. I made, also, three
important observations. The first was, that, as a general rule, the larger
the bodies were, the more rapid their descent—the second, that, between
two masses of equal extent, the one spherical, and the other of any other
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shape, the superiority in speed of descent was with the sphere—the
third, that, between two masses of equal size, the one cylindrical, and
the other of any other shape, the cylinder was absorbed the more slowly.
Since my escape, I have had several conversations on this subject with
an old school-master of the district; and it was from him that I learned
the use of the words „cylinder‟ and „sphere.‟ He explained to me—
although I have forgotten the explanation—how what I observed was, in
fact, the natural consequence of the forms of the floating fragments—
and showed me how it happened that a cylinder, swimming in a vortex,
offered more resistance to its suction, and was drawn in with greater
difficulty than an equally bulky body, of any form whatever.
“There was one startling circumstance which went a great way in
enforcing these observations, and rendering me anxious to turn them to
account, and this was that, at every revolution, we passed something
like a barrel, or else the yard or the mast of a vessel, while many of
these things, which had been on our level when I first opened my eyes
upon the wonders of the whirlpool, were now high up above us, and
seemed to have moved but little from their original station.
“I no longer hesitated what to do. I resolved to lash myself securely
to the water cask upon which I now held, to cut it loose from the
counter, and to throw myself with it into the water. I attracted my
brother‟s attention by signs, pointed to the floating barrels that came
near us, and did everything in my power to make him understand what I
was about to do. I thought at length that he comprehended my design—
but, whether this was the case or not, he shook his head despairingly,
and refused to move from his station by the ring-bolt. It was impossible
to reach him; the emergency admitted of no delay; and so, with a bitter
struggle, I resigned him to his fate, fastened myself to the cask by
means of the lashings which secured it to the counter, and precipitated
myself with it into the sea, without another moment‟s hesitation.
“The result was precisely what I had hoped it might be. As it is
myself who now tell you this tale—as you see that I did escape—and as
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you are already in possession of the mode in which this escape was
effected, and must therefore anticipate all that I have farther to say—I
will bring my story quickly to conclusion. It might have been an hour,
or thereabout, after my quitting the smack, when, having descended to a
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vast distance beneath me, it made three or four wild gyrations in rapid
succession, and, bearing my loved brother with it, plunged headlong, at
once and forever, into the chaos of foam below. The barrel to which I
was attached sunk very little farther than half the distance between the
bottom of the gulf and the spot at which I leaped overboard, before a
great change took place in the character of the whirlpool. The slope of
the sides of the vast funnel became momently less and less steep. The
gyrations of the whirl grew, gradually, less and less violent. By degrees,
the froth and the rainbow disappeared, and the bottom of the gulf
seemed slowly to uprise. The sky was clear, the winds had gone down,
and the full moon was setting radiantly in the west, when I found myself
on the surface of the ocean, in full view of the shores of Lofoden, and
above the spot where the pool of the Moskoe-ström had been. It was the
hour of the slack—but the sea still heaved in mountainous waves from
the effects of the hurricane. I was borne violently into the channel of the
Ström, and in a few minutes was hurried down the coast into the
„grounds‟ of the fishermen. A boat picked me up—exhausted from
fatigue—and (now that the danger was removed) speechless from the
memory of its horror. Those who drew me on board were my old mates
and daily companions—but they knew me no more than they would
have known a traveller from the spirit-land. My hair which had been
raven-black the day before, was as white as you see it now. They say
too that the whole expression of my countenance had changed. I told
them my story—they did not believe it. I now tell it to you—and I can
scarcely expect you to put more faith in it than did the merry fishermen
of Lofoden.”
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The Raven
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ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‟Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more.”
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
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Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
‟Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
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Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of “Never—nevermore.”
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
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“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night‟s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”
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The Masque of the Red Death
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THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had
ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the
redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden
dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The
scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim,
were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the
sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and
termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.
But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious.
When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his
presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the
knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep
seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and
magnificent structure, the creation of the prince‟s own eccentric yet
august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of
iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy
hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of
ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from
within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the
courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take
care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The
prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons,
there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were
musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security
were within. Without was the “Red Death.”
It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion,
and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince
Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most
unusual magnificence.
It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of
the rooms in which it was held. There were seven—an imperial suite. In
many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while
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the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that
the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was
very different; as might have been expected from the duke‟s love of the
bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision
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embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at
every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right
and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window
looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the
suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in
accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber
into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for
example, in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second
chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes
were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the
casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange—the fifth
with white—the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely
shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and
down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same
material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows
failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet—
a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there
any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that
lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of
any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers.
But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each
window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its rays
through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus
were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in
the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed
upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in
the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of
those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to
set foot within its precincts at all.
It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western
wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a
dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the
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circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the
brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep
and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at
each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to
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pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and
thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief
disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the
clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more
aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused
reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light
laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each
other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made
whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock
should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of
sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds
of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and
then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as
before.
But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The
tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and
effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold
and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are
some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was
not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he
was not.
He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the
seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own
guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure
they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy
and phantasm—much of what has been since seen in “Hernani.” There
were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There
were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of
the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the
terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and
fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams.
And these—the dreams—writhed in and about, taking hue from the
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rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo
of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in
the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent
save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand.
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But the echoes of the chime die away—they have endured but an
instant—and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they
depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe
to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted
windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the
chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none
of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there
flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness
of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable
carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more
solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the
more remote gaieties of the other apartments.
But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat
feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at
length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And
then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers
were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before.
But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the
clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with
more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who
revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes
of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many
individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the
presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no
single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having
spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole
company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and
surprise—then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.
In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be
supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such
sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly
unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone
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beyond the bounds of even the prince‟s indefinite decorum. There are
chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched
without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are
equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole
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company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and
bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was
tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the
grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to
resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny
must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might
have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But
the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death.
His vesture was dabbled in blood—and his broad brow, with all the
features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.
When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image
(which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its
role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be
convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or
distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.
“Who dares?” he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood
near him—“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize
him and unmask him—that we may know whom we have to hang at
sunrise, from the battlements!”
It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince
Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven
rooms loudly and clearly—for the prince was a bold and robust man,
and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.
It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale
courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing
movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the
moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately
step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless
awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the
whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so
that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince‟s person; and,
while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres
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of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the
same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the
first, through the blue chamber to the purple—through the purple to the
green—through the green to the orange—through this again to the
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white—and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been
made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero,
maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice,
rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on
account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a
drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three
or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the
extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his
pursuer. There was a sharp cry—and the dagger dropped gleaming upon
the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death
the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a
throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black
apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and
motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable
horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they
handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had
come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in
the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing
posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of
the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness
and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
The End
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