OCTOBER 19.—Everything, then, is clear. The uneasiness of the crew, their frequent conferences, Owen's mysterious words, the constant scourings of the deck and the oppressive heat of the cabins which had been noticed even by my fellow-passengers, all are explained.  
After his grave communication, Curtis remained silent. I shivered with a thrill of horror; a calamity¹ the most terrible that can befall a voyager stared me in the face, and it was some seconds before I could recover sufficient composure to inquire when the fire was first discovered.
 
"Six days ago," replied the mate.
 
"Six days ago!" I exclaimed; "why, then, it was that night."
 
"Yes," he said, interrupting me; "it was the night you heard the disturbance² upon deck. The men on watch noticed a slight smoke issuing from the large hatchway and immediately called Captain Huntly and myself. We found beyond all doubt, that the cargo³ was on fire, and what was worse, that there was no possibility of getting at the seat of the combustion⁴. What could we do? Why, we took the only precaution that was practicable under the circumstances, and resolved most carefully to exclude every breath of air from penetrating⁶ into the hold. For some time I hoped that we had been successful. I thought that the fire was stifled⁷; but during the last three days there is every reason to make us know that it has been gaining strength. Do what we will, the deck gets hotter and hotter, and unless it were kept constantly wet, it would be unbearable⁸ to the feet. But I am glad, Mr. Kazallon," he added; "that you have made the discovery. It is better that you should know it." I listened in silence. I was now fully⁵ aroused to the gravity of the situation and thoroughly⁹ comprehended how we were in the very face of a calamity which it seemed that no human power could avert¹⁰.
 
"Do you know what has caused the fire?" I presently inquired.
 
"It probably arose," he answered, "from the spontaneous combustion of the cotton. The case is rare, but it is far from unknown. Unless the cotton is perfectly¹¹ dry when it is shipped, its confinement¹² in a damp or ill-ventilated hold will sometimes cause it to ignite; and I have no doubt it is this that has brought about our misfortune."
 
"But after all," I said, "the cause matters very little. Is there no remedy? Is there nothing to be done?"
 
"Nothing, Mr. Kazallon," he said. "As I told you before, we have adopted the only possible measure within our power to check the fire. At one time I thought of knocking a hole in the ship's timbers just on her water-line, and letting in just as much water as the ............