LETTER I
 To Mrs. Saville,
 England. St. Petersburgh,        Dec. 11th, 17—.
 You will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the      commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such      evil forebodings. I arrived here yesterday; and my first task is      to assure my dear sister of my welfare, and increasing confidence      in the success of my undertaking.
 I am already far north of London; and as I walk in the streets of      Petersburgh, I feel a cold northern breeze play upon my cheeks,      which braces my nerves, and fills me with delight. Do you      understand this feeling? This breeze, which has travelled from the      regions towards which I am advancing, gives me a foretaste of      those icy climes. Inspirited by this wind of promise, my day      dreams become more fervent and vivid. I try in vain to be      persuaded that the pole is the seat of frost and desolation; it      ever presents itself to my imagination as the region of beauty and      delight. There, Margaret, the sun is for ever visible; its broad      disk just skirting the horizon, and diffusing a perpetual      splendour. There—for with your leave, my sister, I will put some      trust in preceding navigators—there snow and frost are banished;      and, sailing over a calm sea, we may be wafted to a laud      surpassing in wonders and in beauty every region hitherto      discovered on the habitable globe. Its productions and features      may be without example, as the phænomena of the heavenly bodies      undoubtedly are in those undiscovered solitudes. What may not be      expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the      wondrous power which attracts the needle; and may regulate a      thousand celestial observations, that require only this voyage to      render their seeming eccentricities consistent for ever. I shall      satiate my ardent curiosity with the sight of a part of the world      never before visited, and may tread a land never before imprinted      by the foot of man. These are my enticements, and they are      sufficient to conquer all fear of danger or death, and to induce      me to commence this laborious voyage with the joy a child feels      when he embarks in a little boat, with his holiday mates, on an      expedition of discovery up his native river. But, supposing all      these conjectures to be false, you cannot contest the inestimable      benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last      generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those      countries, to reach which at present so many months are requisite;      or by ascertaining the secret of the magnet, which, if at all      possible, can only be effected by an undertaking such as mine.
 These reflections have dispelled the agitation with which I began      my letter, and I feel my heart glow with an enthusiasm which      elevates me to heaven; for nothing contributes so much to      tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose,—a point on which the      soul may fix its intellectual eye. This expedition has been the      favourite dream of my early years. I have read with ardour the      accounts of the various voyages which have been made in the      prospect of arriving at the North Pacific Ocean through the seas      which surround the pole. You may remember, that a history of all      the voyages made for purposes of discovery composed the whole of      our good uncle Thomas's library. My education was neglected, yet I      was passionately fond of reading. These volumes were my study day      and night, and my familiarity with them increased that regret      which I had felt, as a child, on learning that my father's dying      injunction had forbidden my uncle to allow me to embark in a      sea-faring life.
 These visions faded when I perused, for the first time, those      poets whose effusions entranced my soul, and lifted it to heaven.      I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my      own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the      temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.      You are well acquainted with my failure, and how heavily I bore      the disappointment. But just at that time I inherited the fortune      of my cousin, and my thoughts were turned into the channel of      their earlier bent.
 Six years have passed since I resolved on my present undertaking.      I can, even now, remember the hour from which I dedicated myself      to this great enterprise. I commenced by inuring my body to      hardship. I accompanied the whale-fishers on several expeditions      to the North Sea; I voluntarily endured cold, famine, thirst, and      want of sleep; I often worked harder than the common sailors      during the day, and devoted my nights to the study of mathematics,      the theory of medicine, and those branches of physical science      from which a naval adventurer might derive the greatest practical      advantage. Twice I actually hired myself as an undermate in a      Greenland whaler, and acquitted myself to admiration. I must own I      felt a little proud, when my captain offered me the second dignity      in the vessel, and entreated me to remain with the greatest      earnestness; so valuable did he consider my services.
 And now, dear Margaret, do I not deserve to accomplish some great      purpose. My life might have been passed in ease and luxury; but I      preferred glory to every enticement that wealth placed in my path.      Oh, that some encouraging voice would answer in the affirmative!      My courage and my resolution is firm; but my hopes fluctuate, and      my spirits are often depressed. I am about to proceed on a long      and difficult voyage; the emergencies of which will demand all my      fortitude: I am required not only to raise the spirits of others,      but sometimes to sustain my own, when their's are failing.
 This is the most favourable period for travelling in Russia. They      fly quickly over the snow in their sledges; the motion is      pleasant, and, in my opinion, far more agreeable than that of an      English stage-coach. The cold is not excessive, if you are wrapt      in furs, a dress which I have already adopted; for there is a      great difference between walking the deck and remaining seated      motionless for hours, when no exercise prevents the blood from      actually freezing in your veins. I have no ambition to lose my      life on the post-road between St. Petersburgh and Archangel.
 I shall depart for the latter town in a fortnight or three weeks;      and my intention is to hire a ship there, which can easily be done      by paying the insurance for the owner, and to engage as many      sailors as I think necessary among those who are accustomed to the      whale-fishing. I do not intend to sail until the month of June:      and when shall I return? Ah, dear sister, how can I answer this      question? If I succeed, many, many months, perhaps years, will      pass before you and I may meet. If I fail, you will see me again      soon, or never.
 Farewell, my dear, excellent, Margaret. Heaven shower down      blessings on you, and save me, that I may again and again testify      my gratitude for all your love and kindness.
 Your affectionate brother,
 R. Walton.
 LETTER II 
To Mrs. Saville, 
England.
 Archangel, 28th        March, 17—.
 How slowly the time passes here, encompassed as I am by frost and      snow; yet a second step is taken towards my enterprise. I have      hired a vessel, and am occupied in collecting my sailors; those      whom I have already engaged appear to be men on whom I can depend,      and are certainly possessed of dauntless courage.
 But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy;      and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe      evil. I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the      enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy;      if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to      sustain me in dejection. I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it      is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of      feeling. I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with      me; whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my      dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no      one near me, gentle yet courageous, possessed of a cultivated as      well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to      approve or amend my plans. How would such a friend repair the      faults of your poor brother! I am too ardent in execution, and too      impatient of difficulties. But it is a still greater evil to me      that I am self-educated: for the first fourteen years of my life I      ran wild on a common, and read nothing but our uncle Thomas's      books of voyages. At that age I became acquainted with the      celebrated poets of our own country; but it was only when it had      ceased to be in my power to derive its most important benefits      from such a conviction, that I perceived the necessity of becoming      acquainted with more languages than that of my native country. Now      I am twenty-eight, and am in reality more illiterate than many      school-boys of fifteen. It is true that I have thought more, and      that my day dreams are more extended and magnificent; but they      want (as the painters call it) 
keeping; and I greatly need a      friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as romantic,      and affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind.
 Well, these are useless complaints; I shall certainly find no      friend on the wide ocean, nor even here in Archangel, among      merchants and seamen. Yet some feelings, unallied to the dross of      human nature, beat even in these rugged bosoms. My lieutenant, for      instance, is a man of wonderful courage and enterprise; he is      madly desirous of glory. He is an Englishman, and in the midst of      national and professional prejudices, unsoftened by cultivation,      retains some of the noblest endowments of humanity. I first became      acquainted with him on board a whale vessel: finding that he was      unemployed in this city, I easily engaged him to assist in my      enterprise.
 The master is a person of an excellent disposition, and is      remarkable in the ship for his gentleness, and the mildness of his      discipline. He is, indeed, of so amiable a nature, that he will      not hunt (a favourite, and almost the only amusement here),      because he cannot endure to spill blood. He is, moreover,      heroically generous. Some years ago he loved a young Russian lady,      of moderate fortune; and having amassed a considerable sum in      prize-money, the father of the girl consented to the match. He saw      his mistress once before the destined ceremony; but she was bathed      in tears, and, throwing herself at his feet, entreated him to      spare her, confessing at the same time that she loved another, but      that he was poor, and that her father would never consent to the      union. My generous friend reassured the suppliant, and on being      informed of the name of her lover instantly abandoned his pursuit.      He had already bought a farm with his money, on which he had      designed to pass the remainder of his life; but he bestowed the      whole on his rival, together with the remains of his prize-money      to purchase stock, and then himself solicited the young woman's      father to consent to her marriage with her lover. But the old man      decidedly refused, thinking himself bound in honour to my friend;      who, when he found the father inexorable, quitted his country, nor      returned until he heard that his former mistress was married      according to her inclinations. "What a noble fellow!" you will      exclaim. He is so; but then he has passed all his life on board a      vessel, and has scarcely an idea beyond the rope and the shroud.
 But do not suppose that, because I complain a little, or because I      can conceive a consolation for my toils which I may never know,      that I am wavering in my resolutions. Those are as fixed as fate;      and my voyage is only now delayed until the weather shall permit      my embarkation. The winter has been dreadfully severe; but the      spring promises well, and it is considered as a remarkably early      season; so that, perhaps, I may sail sooner than I expected. I      shall do nothing rashly; you know me sufficiently to confide in my      prudence and considerateness whenever the safety of others is      committed to my care.
 I cannot describe to you my sensations on the near prospect of my      undertaking. It is impossible to communicate to you a conception      of the trembling sensation, half pleasurable and half fearful,      with which I am preparing to depart. I am going to unexplored      regions, to "the land of mist and snow;" but I shall kill no      albatross, therefore do not be alarmed for my safety.
 Shall I meet you again, after having traversed immense seas, and      returned by the most southern cape of Africa or America? I dare      not expect such success, yet I cannot bear to look on the reverse      of the picture. Continue to write to me by every opportunity; I      may receive your letters (though the chance is very doubtful) on      some occasions when I need them most to support my spirits. I love      you very tenderly. Remember me with affection, should you never      hear from me again.
 Your affectionate brother,
 Robert Walton.
 LETTER III 
To Mrs. Saville, 
England.
 July 7th, 17—.
My Dear Sister,
 I write a few lines in haste, to say that I am safe, and well      advanced on my voyage. This letter will reach England by a      merchant-man now on its homeward voyage from Archangel; more      fortunate than I, who may not see my native land, perhaps, for      many years. I am, however, in good spirits: my men are bold, and      apparently firm of purpose; nor do the floating sheets of ice that      continually pass us, indicating the dangers of the region towards      which we are advancing, appear to dismay them. We have already      reached a very high latitude; but it is the height of summer, and      although not so warm as in England, the southern gales, which blow      us speedily towards those shores which I so ardently desire to      attain, breathe a degree of renovating warmth which I had not      expected.
 No incidents have hitherto befallen us, that would make a figure      in a letter. One or two stiff gales, and the breaking of a mast,      are accidents which experienced navigators scarcely remember to      record; and I shall be well content, if nothing worse happen to us      during our voyage.
 Adieu, my dear Margaret. Be assured, that for my own sake, as well      as your's, I will not rashly encounter danger. I will be cool,      persevering, and prudent.
Remember me to all my English friends.
Most affectionately yours,
R. W.								
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