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Gales
we
encountered
now
and
again
,
for
it
was
a
raw
and
stormy
region
,
and
,
in
the
middle
of
June
,
a
typhoon
most
memorable
to
me
and
most
important
because
of
the
changes
wrought
through
it
upon
my
future
.
We
must
have
been
caught
nearly
at
the
centre
of
this
circular
storm
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
ran
out
of
it
and
to
the
southward
,
first
under
a
double-reefed
jib
,
and
finally
under
bare
poles
.
Never
had
I
imagined
so
great
a
sea
.
The
seas
previously
encountered
were
as
ripples
compared
with
these
,
which
ran
a
half-mile
from
crest
to
crest
and
which
upreared
,
I
am
confident
,
above
our
masthead
.
So
great
was
it
that
Wolf
Larsen
himself
did
not
dare
heave
to
,
though
he
was
being
driven
far
to
the
southward
and
out
of
the
seal
herd
.
We
must
have
been
well
in
the
path
of
the
trans-Pacific
steamships
when
the
typhoon
moderated
,
and
here
,
to
the
surprise
of
the
hunters
,
we
found
ourselves
in
the
midst
of
seals
--
a
second
herd
,
or
sort
of
rear-guard
,
they
declared
,
and
a
most
unusual
thing
.
But
it
was
"
Boats
over
!
"
the
boom-boom
of
guns
,
and
the
pitiful
slaughter
through
the
long
day
.
It
was
at
this
time
that
I
was
approached
by
Leach
.
I
had
just
finished
tallying
the
skins
of
the
last
boat
aboard
,
when
he
came
to
my
side
,
in
the
darkness
,
and
said
in
a
low
tone
:
"
Can
you
tell
me
,
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
how
far
we
are
off
the
coast
,
and
what
the
bearings
of
Yokohama
are
?
"
My
heart
leaped
with
gladness
,
for
I
knew
what
he
had
in
mind
,
and
I
gave
him
the
bearings
--
west-north-west
,
and
five
hundred
miles
away
.
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
"
was
all
he
said
as
he
slipped
back
into
the
darkness
.
Next
morning
No.
3
boat
and
Johnson
and
Leach
were
missing
.
The
water-breakers
and
grub-boxes
from
all
the
other
boats
were
likewise
missing
,
as
were
the
beds
and
sea
bags
of
the
two
men
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
furious
.
He
set
sail
and
bore
away
into
the
west-north-west
,
two
hunters
constantly
at
the
mastheads
and
sweeping
the
sea
with
glasses
,
himself
pacing
the
deck
like
an
angry
lion
.
He
knew
too
well
my
sympathy
for
the
runaways
to
send
me
aloft
as
look-out
.
The
wind
was
fair
but
fitful
,
and
it
was
like
looking
for
a
needle
in
a
haystack
to
raise
that
tiny
boat
out
of
the
blue
immensity
.
But
he
put
the
Ghost
through
her
best
paces
so
as
to
get
between
the
deserters
and
the
land
.
This
accomplished
,
he
cruised
back
and
forth
across
what
he
knew
must
be
their
course
.
On
the
morning
of
the
third
day
,
shortly
after
eight
bells
,
a
cry
that
the
boat
was
sighted
came
down
from
Smoke
at
the
masthead
.
All
hands
lined
the
rail
.
