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"
I
lived
with
visions
for
my
company
Instead
of
men
and
women
years
ago
,
And
found
them
gentle
mates
,
nor
thought
to
know
A
sweeter
music
than
they
played
to
me
.
"
But
the
sweeter
music
was
playing
in
my
ears
,
and
I
was
blind
and
oblivious
to
all
about
me
.
The
sharp
voice
of
Wolf
Larsen
aroused
me
.
"
What
the
hell
are
you
up
to
?
"
he
was
demanding
.
I
had
strayed
forward
where
the
sailors
were
painting
,
and
I
came
to
myself
to
find
my
advancing
foot
on
the
verge
of
overturning
a
paint-pot
.
"
Sleep-walking
,
sunstroke
--
what
?
"
he
barked
.
"
No
;
indigestion
,
"
I
retorted
,
and
continued
my
walk
as
if
nothing
untoward
had
occurred
.
Among
the
most
vivid
memories
of
my
life
are
those
of
the
events
on
the
Ghost
which
occurred
during
the
forty
hours
succeeding
the
discovery
of
my
love
for
Maud
Brewster
.
I
,
who
had
lived
my
life
in
quiet
places
,
only
to
enter
at
the
age
of
thirty-five
upon
a
course
of
the
most
irrational
adventure
I
could
have
imagined
,
never
had
more
incident
and
excitement
crammed
into
any
forty
hours
of
my
experience
.
Nor
can
I
quite
close
my
ears
to
a
small
voice
of
pride
which
tells
me
I
did
not
do
so
badly
,
all
things
considered
.
