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Captain
Nicholl
frankly
admitted
that
in
this
uncharted
ocean
he
had
no
knowledge
of
any
near
land
.
The
one
thing
to
do
was
to
run
for
more
clement
climate
,
which
we
accordingly
did
,
setting
our
small
sail
and
steering
quartering
before
the
fresh
wind
to
the
north-east
.
The
food
problem
was
simple
arithmetic
.
We
did
not
count
Aaron
Northrup
,
for
we
knew
he
would
soon
be
gone
.
At
a
pound
per
day
,
our
five
hundred
pounds
would
last
us
twenty-five
days
;
at
half
a
pound
,
it
would
last
fifty
.
So
half
a
pound
had
it
.
I
divided
and
issued
the
meat
under
the
captain
's
eyes
,
and
managed
it
fairly
enough
,
God
knows
,
although
some
of
the
men
grumbled
from
the
first
.
Also
,
from
time
to
time
I
made
fair
division
among
the
men
of
the
plug
tobacco
I
had
stowed
in
my
many
pockets
--
a
thing
which
I
could
not
but
regret
,
especially
when
I
knew
it
was
being
wasted
on
this
man
and
that
who
I
was
certain
could
not
live
a
day
more
,
or
,
at
best
,
two
days
or
three
.
For
we
began
to
die
soon
in
the
open
boat
.
Not
to
starvation
but
to
the
killing
cold
and
exposure
were
those
earlier
deaths
due
.
It
was
a
matter
of
the
survival
of
the
toughest
and
the
luckiest
.
I
was
tough
by
constitution
,
and
lucky
inasmuch
as
I
was
warmly
clad
and
had
not
broken
my
leg
like
Aaron
Northrup
.
Even
so
,
so
strong
was
he
that
,
despite
being
the
first
to
be
severely
frozen
,
he
was
days
in
passing
.
Vance
Hathaway
was
the
first
.
We
found
him
in
the
gray
of
dawn
crouched
doubled
in
the
bow
and
frozen
stiff
.
The
boy
,
Lish
Dickery
,
was
the
second
to
go
.
The
other
boy
,
Benny
Hardwater
,
lasted
ten
or
a
dozen
days
.
So
bitter
was
it
in
the
boat
that
our
water
and
beer
froze
solid
,
and
it
was
a
difficult
task
justly
to
apportion
the
pieces
I
broke
off
with
Northrup
's
claspknife
.
These
pieces
we
put
in
our
mouths
and
sucked
till
they
melted
.
Also
,
on
occasion
of
snow-squalls
,
we
had
all
the
snow
we
desired
.
All
of
which
was
not
good
for
us
,
causing
a
fever
of
inflammation
to
attack
our
mouths
so
that
the
membranes
were
continually
dry
and
burning
.
And
there
was
no
allaying
a
thirst
so
generated
.
To
suck
more
ice
or
snow
was
merely
to
aggravate
the
inflammation
.
More
than
anything
else
,
I
think
it
was
this
that
caused
the
death
of
Lish
Dickery
.
He
was
out
of
his
head
and
raving
for
twenty-four
hours
before
he
died
.
He
died
babbling
for
water
,
and
yet
he
did
not
die
for
need
of
water
.
I
resisted
as
much
as
possible
the
temptation
to
suck
ice
,
contenting
myself
with
a
shred
of
tobacco
in
my
cheek
,
and
made
out
with
fair
comfort
.
We
stripped
all
clothing
from
our
dead
.
Stark
they
came
into
the
world
,
and
stark
they
passed
out
over
the
side
of
the
longboat
and
down
into
the
dark
freezing
ocean
.
Lots
were
cast
for
the
clothes
.
This
was
by
Captain
Nicholl
's
command
,
in
order
to
prevent
quarrelling
.
It
was
no
time
for
the
follies
of
sentiment
.
There
was
not
one
of
us
who
did
not
know
secret
satisfaction
at
the
occurrence
of
each
death
.
Luckiest
of
all
was
Israel
Stickney
in
casting
lots
,
so
that
in
the
end
,
when
he
passed
,
he
was
a
veritable
treasure
trove
of
clothing
.
It
gave
a
new
lease
of
life
to
the
survivors
.
We
continued
to
run
to
the
north-east
before
the
fresh
westerlies
,
but
our
quest
for
warmer
weather
seemed
vain
.
Ever
the
spray
froze
in
the
bottom
of
the
boat
,
and
I
still
chipped
beer
and
drinking
water
with
Northrup
's
knife
.
My
own
knife
I
reserved
.
It
was
of
good
steel
,
with
a
keen
edge
and
stoutly
fashioned
,
and
I
did
not
care
to
peril
it
in
such
manner
.
By
the
time
half
our
company
was
overboard
,
the
boat
had
a
reasonably
high
freeboard
and
was
less
ticklish
to
handle
in
the
gusts
.
Likewise
there
was
more
room
for
a
man
to
stretch
out
comfortably
.
