Chapter 57—Mount Hatteras
After this solid conversation every one made himself as comfortable as possible in the cavern, and soon fell asleep.
Every one, that is, except Hatteras. Why did not this strange man sleep?
Was not the object of his life attained? Had he not accomplished the bold projects which lay so near his heart? Why did not calmness succeed the agitation in his ardent mind? Would not one suppose that, when he had accomplished this end, Hatteras would fall into a sort of dejection, and that his overstretched nerves would seek repose? After succeeding, it would seem natural that he should be seized with the feeling of sadness, which always follows satisfied desires.
But no. He was only more excited. It was not, however, the thought of returning which agitated him so. Did he
