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There
are
not
enough
soup-kitchens
and
bread-lines
to
go
around
,
you
know
,
and
when
men
have
nothing
in
their
purses
they
usually
die
,
and
die
miserably
--
unless
they
are
able
to
fill
their
purses
pretty
speedily
.
"
"
But
I
fail
to
see
that
this
steamer
has
any
designs
on
your
purse
.
"
"
Wait
and
you
will
see
,
"
he
answered
grimly
.
We
did
not
have
long
to
wait
.
Having
passed
several
miles
beyond
our
line
of
boats
,
the
Macedonia
proceeded
to
lower
her
own
.
We
knew
she
carried
fourteen
boats
to
our
five
(
we
were
one
short
through
the
desertion
of
Wainwright
)
,
and
she
began
dropping
them
far
to
leeward
of
our
last
boat
,
continued
dropping
them
athwart
our
course
,
and
finished
dropping
them
far
to
windward
of
our
first
weather
boat
.
The
hunting
,
for
us
,
was
spoiled
.
There
were
no
seals
behind
us
,
and
ahead
of
us
the
line
of
fourteen
boats
,
like
a
huge
broom
,
swept
the
herd
before
it
.
Our
boats
hunted
across
the
two
or
three
miles
of
water
between
them
and
the
point
where
the
Macedonia
's
had
been
dropped
,
and
then
headed
for
home
.
The
wind
had
fallen
to
a
whisper
,
the
ocean
was
growing
calmer
and
calmer
,
and
this
,
coupled
with
the
presence
of
the
great
herd
,
made
a
perfect
hunting
day
--
one
of
the
two
or
three
days
to
be
encountered
in
the
whole
of
a
lucky
season
.
An
angry
lot
of
men
,
boat-pullers
and
steerers
as
well
as
hunters
,
swarmed
over
our
side
.
Each
man
felt
that
he
had
been
robbed
;
and
the
boats
were
hoisted
in
amid
curses
,
which
,
if
curses
had
power
,
would
have
settled
Death
Larsen
for
all
eternity
--
"
Dead
and
damned
for
a
dozen
iv
eternities
,
"
commented
Louis
,
his
eyes
twinkling
up
at
me
as
he
rested
from
hauling
taut
the
lashings
of
his
boat
.
"
Listen
to
them
,
and
find
if
it
is
hard
to
discover
the
most
vital
thing
in
their
souls
,
"
said
Wolf
Larsen
.
"
Faith
?
and
love
?
and
high
ideals
?
The
good
?
the
beautiful
?
the
true
?
"
"
Their
innate
sense
of
right
has
been
violated
,
"
Maud
Brewster
said
,
joining
the
conversation
.
She
was
standing
a
dozen
feet
away
,
one
hand
resting
on
the
main-shrouds
and
her
body
swaying
gently
to
the
slight
roll
of
the
ship
.
She
had
not
raised
her
voice
,
and
yet
I
was
struck
by
its
clear
and
bell-like
tone
.
Ah
,
it
was
sweet
in
my
ears
!
I
scarcely
dared
look
at
her
just
then
,
for
the
fear
of
betraying
myself
.
A
boy
's
cap
was
perched
on
her
head
,
and
her
hair
,
light
brown
and
arranged
in
a
loose
and
fluffy
order
that
caught
the
sun
,
seemed
an
aureole
about
the
delicate
oval
of
her
face
.
She
was
positively
bewitching
,
and
,
withal
,
sweetly
spirituelle
,
if
not
saintly
.
All
my
old-time
marvel
at
life
returned
to
me
at
sight
of
this
splendid
incarnation
of
it
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
's
cold
explanation
of
life
and
its
meaning
was
truly
ridiculous
and
laughable
.
"
A
sentimentalist
,
"
he
sneered
,
"
like
Mr.
Van
Weyden
.
Those
men
are
cursing
because
their
desires
have
been
outraged
.
That
is
all
.
