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I
stopped
obediently
in
my
walk
toward
the
galley
.
"
Johansen
,
call
all
hands
.
Now
that
we
've
everything
cleaned
up
,
we
'll
have
the
funeral
and
get
the
decks
cleared
of
useless
lumber
.
"
While
Johansen
was
summoning
the
watch
below
,
a
couple
of
sailors
,
under
the
captain
's
direction
,
laid
the
canvas-swathed
corpse
upon
a
hatch-cover
.
On
either
side
the
deck
,
against
the
rail
and
bottoms
up
,
were
lashed
a
number
of
small
boats
.
Several
men
picked
up
the
hatch-cover
with
its
ghastly
freight
,
carried
it
to
the
lee
side
,
and
rested
it
on
the
boats
,
the
feet
pointing
overboard
.
To
the
feet
was
attached
the
sack
of
coal
which
the
cook
had
fetched
.
I
had
always
conceived
a
burial
at
sea
to
be
a
very
solemn
and
awe-inspiring
event
,
but
I
was
quickly
disillusioned
,
by
this
burial
at
any
rate
.
One
of
the
hunters
,
a
little
dark-eyed
man
whom
his
mates
called
"
Smoke
,
"
was
telling
stories
,
liberally
intersprinkled
with
oaths
and
obscenities
;
and
every
minute
or
so
the
group
of
hunters
gave
mouth
to
a
laughter
that
sounded
to
me
like
a
wolf-chorus
or
the
barking
of
hell-hounds
.
The
sailors
trooped
noisily
aft
,
some
of
the
watch
below
rubbing
the
sleep
from
their
eyes
,
and
talked
in
low
tones
together
.
There
was
an
ominous
and
worried
expression
on
their
faces
.
It
was
evident
that
they
did
not
like
the
outlook
of
a
voyage
under
such
a
captain
and
begun
so
inauspiciously
.
From
time
to
time
they
stole
glances
at
Wolf
Larsen
,
and
I
could
see
that
they
were
apprehensive
of
the
man
.
He
stepped
up
to
the
hatch-cover
,
and
all
caps
came
off
.
I
ran
my
eyes
over
them
--
twenty
men
all
told
;
twenty-two
including
the
man
at
the
wheel
and
myself
.
I
was
pardonably
curious
in
my
survey
,
for
it
appeared
my
fate
to
be
pent
up
with
them
on
this
miniature
floating
world
for
I
knew
not
how
many
weeks
or
months
.
The
sailors
,
in
the
main
,
were
English
and
Scandinavian
,
and
their
faces
seemed
of
the
heavy
,
stolid
order
.
The
hunters
,
on
the
other
hand
,
had
stronger
and
more
diversified
faces
,
with
hard
lines
and
the
marks
of
the
free
play
of
passions
.
Strange
to
say
,
and
I
noted
it
all
once
,
Wolf
Larsen
's
features
showed
no
such
evil
stamp
.
There
seemed
nothing
vicious
in
them
.
True
,
there
were
lines
,
but
they
were
the
lines
of
decision
and
firmness
.
It
seemed
,
rather
,
a
frank
and
open
countenance
,
which
frankness
or
openness
was
enhanced
by
the
fact
that
he
was
smooth-shaven
.
I
could
hardly
believe
--
until
the
next
incident
occurred
--
that
it
was
the
face
of
a
man
who
could
behave
as
he
had
behaved
to
the
cabin-boy
.
At
this
moment
,
as
he
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
,
puff
after
puff
struck
the
schooner
and
pressed
her
side
under
.
The
wind
shrieked
a
wild
song
through
the
rigging
.
Some
of
the
hunters
glanced
anxiously
aloft
.
The
lee
rail
,
where
the
dead
man
lay
,
was
buried
in
the
sea
,
and
as
the
schooner
lifted
and
righted
the
water
swept
across
the
deck
wetting
us
above
our
shoe-tops
.
A
shower
of
rain
drove
down
upon
us
,
each
drop
stinging
like
a
hailstone
.
As
it
passed
,
Wolf
Larsen
began
to
speak
,
the
bare-headed
men
swaying
in
unison
,
to
the
heave
and
lunge
of
the
deck
.
"
I
only
remember
one
part
of
the
service
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
that
is
,
'
And
the
body
shall
be
cast
into
the
sea
.
'
So
cast
it
in
.
"
He
ceased
speaking
.
The
men
holding
the
hatch-cover
seemed
perplexed
,
puzzled
no
doubt
by
the
briefness
of
the
ceremony
.
He
burst
upon
them
in
a
fury
.
