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I lighted a pipe and sat pondering his story a little while. There was / no doubt he had given me the exact truth so far as his relation of it / went. As it was certain then that the _Boca del Dragon_ (as she was / called) had been fixed in the ice for hard upon fifty years, the / conclusion I formed was that she had been blown by some hundreds of / leagues further south than the point to which the _Laughing Mary_ had / been driven; that this ice in which she was entangled was not then / drifting northwards, but was in the grasp of some polar current that / trended it south-easterly; that in due course it was carried to the / Antarctic main of ice, where it lay compacted; after which, through / stress of weather or by the agency of a particular temperature, a great / mass of it broke away and started on that northward course which bergs / of all magnitude take when they are ruptured from the frozen continent.
This theory may be disputed, but it matters not. My business is to / relate what befell me; if I do my share honestly the candid reader will / not, I believe, quarrel with me for not being able to explain everything / as I go along.