Frankenstein

Letter III

Letter IIITo 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

merchantman 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 springing of a leak 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 yours, I will not rashly encounter danger. I will be cool,

persevering, and prudent.

But success SHALL crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I

have gone, tracing a secure way over the pathless seas, the very

stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why

not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can

stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?

My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out thus. But must

finish. Heaven bless my beloved sister!

R.W.