Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

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King Lear · Captain of the Polestar and other tales - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle · 22 Jul 2026 podcast

Manson swears the ship is haunted and that he would not stay in her a day if he had any other place to go.

Indeed, the fellow is honestly frightened, and I had to give him some chloral and bromide of potassium this morning to steady him down.

He seemed quite indignant when I suggested that he had been having an extra glass the night before.

and I was obliged to pacify him by keeping as grave a countenance as possible during his story, which he certainly narrated in a very straightforward and matter of fact way.

I was on the bridge, he said, about four bells in the middle watch, just when the night was at its darkest.

There was a bit of a moon, but the clouds were blowing across it so that you couldn't see far from the ship.

John McLead, the harpooner, came aft from the forecastle head and reported a strange noise on the starboard bow.

I went forward, and we both heard it, sometimes like a baron crying, and sometimes like a wench in pain.

I've been seventeen years to the country, and I've never heard seal, old or young, make a sound like that.

As we were standing there on the forecastle head, the moon came out from behind a cloud and

And we both saw a sort of white figure moving across the ice field in the same direction that we had heard the cries.

We lost sight of it for a while, but it came back on the port bow.

And we could just make it out like a shadow on the ice.

I sent a hand aft for the rifles, and McLeed and I went down onto the pack, thinking that maybe it might be a bear.

When we got on the ice, I lost sight of McLeed.

But I pushed on in the direction where I could still hear the cries.

I followed them for a mile or maybe more.

And then, running around a hummock, I came right on to the top of it, standing waiting for me seemingly.

I don't know what it was.

It wasn't any bear.

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