As I fell, the ship hove in stays, and went about; and to the confusion ensuing I attributed my escape from the notice of the crew.  With little difficulty I made my way unperceived to the main hatchway, which was partially open, and soon found an opportunity of secreting myself in the hold.  Why I did so I can hardly tell.  An indefinite sense of awe, which at first sight of the navigators of the ship had taken hold of my mind, was perhaps the principle of my concealment.  I was unwilling to trust myself with a race of people who had offered, to the cursory glance I had taken, so many points of vague novelty, doubt, and apprehension.  I therefore thought proper to contrive a hiding-place in the hold.  This I did by removing a small portion of the shifting-boards, in such a manner as to afford me a convenient retreat between the huge timbers of the ship.

I had scarcely completed my work, when a footstep in the hold forced me to make use of it.  A man passed by my place of concealment with a feeble and unsteady gait.  I could not see his face, but had an opportunity of observing his general appearance.  There was about it an evidence of great age and infirmity.  His knees tottered beneath a load of years, and his entire frame quivered under the burthen.  He muttered to himself, in a low broken tone, some words of a language which I could not understand, and groped in a corner among a pile of singular-looking instruments, and decayed charts of navigation.  His manner was a wild mixture of the peevishness of second childhood, and the solemn dignity of a God.  He at length went on deck, and I saw him no more.

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A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul —­ a sensation which will admit of no analysis, to which the lessons of bygone times are inadequate, and for which I fear futurity itself will offer me no key.  To a mind constituted like my own, the latter consideration is an evil.  I shall never —­ I know that I shall never —­ be satisfied with regard to the nature of my conceptions.  Yet it is not wonderful that these conceptions are indefinite, since they have their origin in sources so utterly novel.  A new sense —­ a new entity is added to my soul.

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It is long since I first trod the deck of this terrible ship, and the rays of my destiny are, I think, gathering to a focus.  Incomprehensible men!  Wrapped up in meditations of a kind which I cannot divine, they pass me by unnoticed.  Concealment is utter folly on my part, for the people will not see.  It was but just now that I passed directly before the eyes of the mate —­ it was no long while ago that I ventured into the captain’s own private cabin, and took thence the materials with which I write, and have written.  I shall from time to time continue this Journal.  It is true that I may not find an opportunity of transmitting it to the world, but I will not fall to make the endeavour.  At the last moment I will enclose the MS. in a bottle, and cast it within the sea.