The works of Edgar Allan Poe; newly collected and edited, with a memoir, critical introductions, and notes, by Edmund Clarence Stedman and George Edward Woodberry; the illustrations by Albert Edward Sterner.

TALES OF PSEUDO-SCIENCE
ever saw - and of a deep bright blue -and through
it there blazed forth the full moon with a lustre that
I never before knew her to wear. She lit up everything about us with the greatest distinctness-but,
oh God, what a scene it was to light up!
" I now made one or two attempts to speak to my
brother - but, in some manner which I could not understand, the din had so increased that I could not
make him hear a single word, although I screamed
at the top of my voice in his ear. Presently he shook
his head, looking as pale as death, and held up one
of his fingers, as if to say listen!
"At first I could not make out what he meantbut soon a hideous thought flashed upon me. I
dragged my watch from its fob. It was not going.
I glanced at its face by the moonlight, and then
burst into tears as I flung it far away into the ocean.
It had run down at seven o'clock! We were behind
the time of the slack, and the whirl of the Strim was
in full fuly /
"When a boat is well built, properly trimmed, and
not deep laden, the waves in a strong gale, when she
is going large, seem always to slip from beneath her
- which appears very strange to a landsman - and
this is what is called riding, in sea phrase.
"Well, so far we had ridden the swells very
cleverly; but presently a gigantic sea happened to
take us right under the counter, and bore us with it
as it rose - up- up - as if into the sky. I would
not have believed that any wave could rise so high.
And then down we came with a sweep, a slide, and a
plunge, that made me feel sick and dizzy, as if I was
falling from some lofty mountain-top in a dream.
But while we were up I had thrown a quick glance
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