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"
You
know
I
was
travelling
to
Japan
for
my
health
,
"
she
said
,
as
we
lingered
at
the
fire
after
dinner
and
delighted
in
the
movelessness
of
loafing
.
"
I
was
not
very
strong
.
I
never
was
.
The
doctors
recommended
a
sea
voyage
,
and
I
chose
the
longest
.
"
"
You
little
knew
what
you
were
choosing
,
"
I
laughed
.
"
But
I
shall
be
a
different
women
for
the
experience
,
as
well
as
a
stronger
woman
,
"
she
answered
;
"
and
,
I
hope
a
better
woman
.
At
least
I
shall
understand
a
great
deal
more
life
.
"
Then
,
as
the
short
day
waned
,
we
fell
to
discussing
Wolf
Larsen
's
blindness
.
It
was
inexplicable
.
And
that
it
was
grave
,
I
instanced
his
statement
that
he
intended
to
stay
and
die
on
Endeavour
Island
.
When
he
,
strong
man
that
he
was
,
loving
life
as
he
did
,
accepted
his
death
,
it
was
plain
that
he
was
troubled
by
something
more
than
mere
blindness
.
There
had
been
his
terrific
headaches
,
and
we
were
agreed
that
it
was
some
sort
of
brain
break-down
,
and
that
in
his
attacks
he
endured
pain
beyond
our
comprehension
.
I
noticed
as
we
talked
over
his
condition
,
that
Maud
's
sympathy
went
out
to
him
more
and
more
;
yet
I
could
not
but
love
her
for
it
,
so
sweetly
womanly
was
it
.
Besides
,
there
was
no
false
sentiment
about
her
feeling
.
She
was
agreed
that
the
most
rigorous
treatment
was
necessary
if
we
were
to
escape
,
though
she
recoiled
at
the
suggestion
that
I
might
some
time
be
compelled
to
take
his
life
to
save
my
own
--
"
our
own
,
"
she
put
it
.
In
the
morning
we
had
breakfast
and
were
at
work
by
daylight
.
I
found
a
light
kedge
anchor
in
the
fore-hold
,
where
such
things
were
kept
;
and
with
a
deal
of
exertion
got
it
on
deck
and
into
the
boat
.
With
a
long
running-line
coiled
down
in
the
stem
,
I
rowed
well
out
into
our
little
cove
and
dropped
the
anchor
into
the
water
.
There
was
no
wind
,
the
tide
was
high
,
and
the
schooner
floated
.
Casting
off
the
shore-lines
,
I
kedged
her
out
by
main
strength
(
the
windlass
being
broken
)
,
till
she
rode
nearly
up
and
down
to
the
small
anchor
--
too
small
to
hold
her
in
any
breeze
.
So
I
lowered
the
big
starboard
anchor
,
giving
plenty
of
slack
;
and
by
afternoon
I
was
at
work
on
the
windlass
.
Three
days
I
worked
on
that
windlass
.
Least
of
all
things
was
I
a
mechanic
,
and
in
that
time
I
accomplished
what
an
ordinary
machinist
would
have
done
in
as
many
hours
.
I
had
to
learn
my
tools
to
begin
with
,
and
every
simple
mechanical
principle
which
such
a
man
would
have
at
his
finger
ends
I
had
likewise
to
learn
.
And
at
the
end
of
three
days
I
had
a
windlass
which
worked
clumsily
.
It
never
gave
the
satisfaction
the
old
windlass
had
given
,
but
it
worked
and
made
my
work
possible
.
In
half
a
day
I
got
the
two
topmasts
aboard
and
the
shears
rigged
and
guyed
as
before
.
And
that
night
I
slept
on
board
and
on
deck
beside
my
work
.
Maud
,
who
refused
to
stay
alone
ashore
,
slept
in
the
forecastle
.
Wolf
Larsen
had
sat
about
,
listening
to
my
repairing
the
windlass
and
talking
with
Maud
and
me
upon
indifferent
subjects
.
No
reference
was
made
on
either
side
to
the
destruction
of
the
shears
;
nor
did
he
say
anything
further
about
my
leaving
his
ship
alone
.
But
still
I
had
feared
him
,
blind
and
helpless
and
listening
,
always
listening
,
and
I
never
let
his
strong
arms
get
within
reach
of
me
while
I
worked
.
