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. I must have been delirious - for I even sought amusement in speculating upon the relative velocities of their several descents toward the foam below.
It stood like a huge writhing wall between us and the horizon.
After ten minutes of patient waiting, the sea suddenly erupts into a violent explosion of water as the currents begin to spiral together around and around into an enormous whirlpool filling up the entire sea before them, around the island called "Moskoe.
The slope of the sides of the vast funnel became momently less and less steep.
This soon passed as well as the fear possessed him once more along with a renewed determination to survive. I suppose if I had read this one years ago I would have reacted differently, but I simply could not get too carried away here. The boat spins slowly around and around for about an hour, slowly descending, while his older brother stood at the back of the ship holding onto a water cask so that he would not be swept overboard.
Round and round we swept - not with any uniform movement - but in dizzying swings and jerks, that sent us sometimes only a few hundred yards - sometimes nearly the complete circuit of the whirl. That a mile to the northward is Ambaaren.
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.
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.
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.
By degrees, the froth and the rainbow disappeared, and the bottom of the gulf seemed slowly to uprise. You suppose me a very old man - but I am not. 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. Abruptly, he moved to where the old man was resting, clinging onto the Astrolabe ring and pried it from his fingers. 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.
I suppose it was despair that strung my nerves.
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. Obviously he survived, since he is the one telling the tale, but how did he manage to live through what was a terrible experience?
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.
He declares that a traumatic event that happened three years ago has "broken me up body and soul," adding that he has led the narrator to that high cliff overlooking the ocean in order to share his story, telling the narrator to quickly overcome his fear of those high cliffs, because they have a perfect view of the sea, the topic of his story.
I cannot say more. The one midway is Moskoe. The "forty fathoms" must have reference only to portions of the channel close upon the shore either of Moskoe or Lofoden. He was a fisherman along with his two brothersand they liked to catch fish near Vurrgh because they are more plentiful, in spite of the shallow waters beyond Moskoe.
The usual grounds are a great way lower down to the southward. The narrator also notes that he has heard much of this natural wonder as documented by the Norwegian scholar Jonas Ramus. I had not read Poe since school days and had never rea When I am reading and a book title is mentioned, I like to check and see if it is a real book.
It was the hour of the slack - but the sea still heaved in mountainous waves from the effects of the hurricane. The boat made a sharp half turn to larboard, and then shot off in its new direction like a thunderbolt.
A bear once, attempting to swim from Lofoden to Moskoe, was caught by the stream and borne down, while he roared terribly, so as to be heard on shore. In this direction I was able to obtain an unobstructed view, from the manner in which the smack hung on the inclined surface of the pool.
Nothing would have tempted me to within half a dozen yards of its brink. He knew these rescuers, as they were fellow mariners like himself, and they revealed that his hair had changed from black to white because of his extraordinarily fearful near death experience inside of the Moskoestrom.
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 told them my story - they did not believe it.The central character of "A Descent into the Maelström" is an admirable figure who displays intelligence, courage, and calm under pressure.
Like the narrator of "The Pit and the Pendulum," he defies his impending death and is the only survivor of the three brothers due to his rational nature and presence of mind.
Stories of Edgar Allan Poe A Descent into the Maelstrom An important epigraph from theologian Joseph Glanville opens this tale, declaring "The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame in any way commensurate to the vastness, profundity, and unsearchableness of His works, which.
Literature Network» Edgar Allan Poe» A Descent into the Maelstrom A Descent into the Maelstrom The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways ; 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.
table of contents. the imp of the perverse the tell-tale heart a descent into the maelstrom the cask of amontillado the premature burial hop-frog. "A Descent into the Maelström" is an short story by Edgar Allan Poe.
In the tale, a man recounts how he survived a shipwreck and a whirlpool. It has been grouped with Poe's tales of ratiocination and also labeled an early form of science fiction. Which is how I came across A Descent Into The Maelstrom.
In Arthur Clarke's story Maelstrom II (from his collection The Wind from the Sun: Stories of the Space Age) the astronaut main character remembers reading the Poe story/5.Download