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"
It
did
happen
to
see
the
light
in
a
newspaper
,
"
I
replied
,
"
but
not
because
the
magazine
editors
had
been
denied
a
glimpse
at
it
.
"
"
We
were
talking
of
Harris
,
"
I
said
to
Wolf
Larsen
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
he
acknowledged
.
"
I
remember
the
'
Forge
.
'
Filled
with
pretty
sentiments
and
an
almighty
faith
in
human
illusions
.
By
the
way
,
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
you
'd
better
look
in
on
Cooky
.
He
's
complaining
and
restless
.
"
Thus
was
I
bluntly
dismissed
from
the
poop
,
only
to
find
Mugridge
sleeping
soundly
from
the
morphine
I
had
given
him
.
I
made
no
haste
to
return
on
deck
,
and
when
I
did
I
was
gratified
to
see
Miss
Brewster
in
animated
conversation
with
Wolf
Larsen
.
As
I
say
,
the
sight
gratified
me
.
She
was
following
my
advice
.
And
yet
I
was
conscious
of
a
slight
shock
or
hurt
in
that
she
was
able
to
do
the
thing
I
had
begged
her
to
do
and
which
she
had
notably
disliked
.
Brave
winds
,
blowing
fair
,
swiftly
drove
the
Ghost
northward
into
the
seal
herd
.
We
encountered
it
well
up
to
the
forty-fourth
parallel
,
in
a
raw
and
stormy
sea
across
which
the
wind
harried
the
fog-banks
in
eternal
flight
.
For
days
at
a
time
we
could
never
see
the
sun
nor
take
an
observation
;
then
the
wind
would
sweep
the
face
of
the
ocean
clean
,
the
waves
would
ripple
and
flash
,
and
we
would
learn
where
we
were
.
A
day
of
clear
weather
might
follow
,
or
three
days
or
four
,
and
then
the
fog
would
settle
down
upon
us
,
seemingly
thicker
than
ever
.
The
hunting
was
perilous
;
yet
the
boats
,
lowered
day
after
day
,
were
swallowed
up
in
the
grey
obscurity
,
and
were
seen
no
more
till
nightfall
,
and
often
not
till
long
after
,
when
they
would
creep
in
like
sea-wraiths
,
one
by
one
,
out
of
the
grey
.
Wainwright
--
the
hunter
whom
Wolf
Larsen
had
stolen
with
boat
and
men
--
took
advantage
of
the
veiled
sea
and
escaped
.
He
disappeared
one
morning
in
the
encircling
fog
with
his
two
men
,
and
we
never
saw
them
again
,
though
it
was
not
many
days
when
we
learned
that
they
had
passed
from
schooner
to
schooner
until
they
finally
regained
their
own
.
This
was
the
thing
I
had
set
my
mind
upon
doing
,
but
the
opportunity
never
offered
.
It
was
not
in
the
mate
's
province
to
go
out
in
the
boats
,
and
though
I
manoeuvred
cunningly
for
it
,
Wolf
Larsen
never
granted
me
the
privilege
.
Had
he
done
so
,
I
should
have
managed
somehow
to
carry
Miss
Brewster
away
with
me
.
As
it
was
,
the
situation
was
approaching
a
stage
which
I
was
afraid
to
consider
.
I
involuntarily
shunned
the
thought
of
it
,
and
yet
the
thought
continually
arose
in
my
mind
like
a
haunting
spectre
.
I
had
read
sea-romances
in
my
time
,
wherein
figured
,
as
a
matter
of
course
,
the
lone
woman
in
the
midst
of
a
shipload
of
men
;
but
I
learned
,
now
,
that
I
had
never
comprehended
the
deeper
significance
of
such
a
situation
--
the
thing
the
writers
harped
upon
and
exploited
so
thoroughly
.
And
here
it
was
,
now
,
and
I
was
face
to
face
with
it
.
That
it
should
be
as
vital
as
possible
,
it
required
no
more
than
that
the
woman
should
be
Maud
Brewster
,
who
now
charmed
me
in
person
as
she
had
long
charmed
me
through
her
work
.
No
one
more
out
of
environment
could
be
imagined
.
She
was
a
delicate
,
ethereal
creature
,
swaying
and
willowy
,
light
and
graceful
of
movement
.
It
never
seemed
to
me
that
she
walked
,
or
,
at
least
,
walked
after
the
ordinary
manner
of
mortals
.
Hers
was
an
extreme
lithesomeness
,
and
she
moved
with
a
certain
indefinable
airiness
,
approaching
one
as
down
might
float
or
as
a
bird
on
noiseless
wings
.
