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"But soon," he cried with sad and solemn enthusiasm, "I shall

die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning

miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile

triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The

light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be

swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace,

or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell."

He sprang from the cabin-window as he said this, upon the ice

raft which lay close to the vessel. He was soon borne away by the

waves and lost in darkness and distance.