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"
But
Kelly
did
n't
amount
to
much
,
"
was
the
reply
.
"
Good-night
.
"
After
all
that
had
passed
,
suffering
intolerable
anguish
in
my
finger-ends
,
and
with
three
boats
missing
,
to
say
nothing
of
the
wild
capers
the
Ghost
was
cutting
,
I
should
have
thought
it
impossible
to
sleep
.
But
my
eyes
must
have
closed
the
instant
my
head
touched
the
pillow
,
and
in
utter
exhaustion
I
slept
throughout
the
night
,
the
while
the
Ghost
,
lonely
and
undirected
,
fought
her
way
through
the
storm
.
The
next
day
,
while
the
storm
was
blowing
itself
out
,
Wolf
Larsen
and
I
crammed
anatomy
and
surgery
and
set
Mugridge
's
ribs
.
Then
,
when
the
storm
broke
,
Wolf
Larsen
cruised
back
and
forth
over
that
portion
of
the
ocean
where
we
had
encountered
it
,
and
somewhat
more
to
the
westward
,
while
the
boats
were
being
repaired
and
new
sails
made
and
bent
.
Sealing
schooner
after
sealing
schooner
we
sighted
and
boarded
,
most
of
which
were
in
search
of
lost
boats
,
and
most
of
which
were
carrying
boats
and
crews
they
had
picked
up
and
which
did
not
belong
to
them
.
For
the
thick
of
the
fleet
had
been
to
the
westward
of
us
,
and
the
boats
,
scattered
far
and
wide
,
had
headed
in
mad
flight
for
the
nearest
refuge
.
Two
of
our
boats
,
with
men
all
safe
,
we
took
off
the
Cisco
,
and
,
to
Wolf
Larsen
's
huge
delight
and
my
own
grief
,
he
culled
Smoke
,
with
Nilson
and
Leach
,
from
the
San
Diego
.
So
that
,
at
the
end
of
five
days
,
we
found
ourselves
short
but
four
men
--
Henderson
,
Holyoak
,
Williams
,
and
Kelly
--
and
were
once
more
hunting
on
the
flanks
of
the
herd
.
As
we
followed
it
north
we
began
to
encounter
the
dreaded
sea-fogs
.
Day
after
day
the
boats
lowered
and
were
swallowed
up
almost
ere
they
touched
the
water
,
while
we
on
board
pumped
the
horn
at
regular
intervals
and
every
fifteen
minutes
fired
the
bomb
gun
.
Boats
were
continually
being
lost
and
found
,
it
being
the
custom
for
a
boat
to
hunt
,
on
lay
,
with
whatever
schooner
picked
it
up
,
until
such
time
it
was
recovered
by
its
own
schooner
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
,
as
was
to
be
expected
,
being
a
boat
short
,
took
possession
of
the
first
stray
one
and
compelled
its
men
to
hunt
with
the
Ghost
,
not
permitting
them
to
return
to
their
own
schooner
when
we
sighted
it
.
I
remember
how
he
forced
the
hunter
and
his
two
men
below
,
a
riffle
at
their
breasts
,
when
their
captain
passed
by
at
biscuit-toss
and
hailed
us
for
information
.
Thomas
Mugridge
,
so
strangely
and
pertinaciously
clinging
to
life
,
was
soon
limping
about
again
and
performing
his
double
duties
of
cook
and
cabin-boy
.
Johnson
and
Leach
were
bullied
and
beaten
as
much
as
ever
,
and
they
looked
for
their
lives
to
end
with
the
end
of
the
hunting
season
;
while
the
rest
of
the
crew
lived
the
lives
of
dogs
and
were
worked
like
dogs
by
their
pitiless
master
.
As
for
Wolf
Larsen
and
myself
,
we
got
along
fairly
well
;
though
I
could
not
quite
rid
myself
of
the
idea
that
right
conduct
,
for
me
,
lay
in
killing
him
.
He
fascinated
me
immeasurably
,
and
I
feared
him
immeasurably
.
And
yet
,
I
could
not
imagine
him
lying
prone
in
death
.
There
was
an
endurance
,
as
of
perpetual
youth
,
about
him
,
which
rose
up
and
forbade
the
picture
.
I
could
see
him
only
as
living
always
,
and
dominating
always
,
fighting
and
destroying
,
himself
surviving
.
One
diversion
of
his
,
when
we
were
in
the
midst
of
the
herd
and
the
sea
was
too
rough
to
lower
the
boats
,
was
to
lower
with
two
boat-pullers
and
a
steerer
and
go
out
himself
.
He
was
a
good
shot
,
too
,
and
brought
many
a
skin
aboard
under
what
the
hunters
termed
impossible
hunting
conditions
.
It
seemed
the
breath
of
his
nostrils
,
this
carrying
his
life
in
his
hands
and
struggling
for
it
against
tremendous
odds
.
I
was
learning
more
and
more
seamanship
;
and
one
clear
day
--
a
thing
we
rarely
encountered
now
--
I
had
the
satisfaction
of
running
and
handling
the
Ghost
and
picking
up
the
boats
myself
.
Wolf
Larsen
had
been
smitten
with
one
of
his
headaches
,
and
I
stood
at
the
wheel
from
morning
until
evening
,
sailing
across
the
ocean
after
the
last
lee
boat
,
and
heaving
to
and
picking
it
and
the
other
five
up
without
command
or
suggestion
from
him
.
