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I
was
not
sniffling
,
though
my
face
might
well
have
been
drawn
and
twitching
from
the
pain
.
But
I
called
up
all
my
resolution
,
set
my
teeth
,
and
hobbled
back
and
forth
from
galley
to
cabin
and
cabin
to
galley
without
further
mishap
.
Two
things
I
had
acquired
by
my
accident
:
an
injured
knee-cap
that
went
undressed
and
from
which
I
suffered
for
weary
months
,
and
the
name
of
"
Hump
,
"
which
Wolf
Larsen
had
called
me
from
the
poop
.
Thereafter
,
fore
and
aft
,
I
was
known
by
no
other
name
,
until
the
term
became
a
part
of
my
thought-processes
and
I
identified
it
with
myself
,
thought
of
myself
as
Hump
,
as
though
Hump
were
I
and
had
always
been
I.
It
was
no
easy
task
,
waiting
on
the
cabin
table
,
where
sat
Wolf
Larsen
,
Johansen
,
and
the
six
hunters
.
The
cabin
was
small
,
to
begin
with
,
and
to
move
around
,
as
I
was
compelled
to
,
was
not
made
easier
by
the
schooner
's
violent
pitching
and
wallowing
.
But
what
struck
me
most
forcibly
was
the
total
lack
of
sympathy
on
the
part
of
the
men
whom
I
served
.
I
could
feel
my
knee
through
my
clothes
,
swelling
,
and
swelling
,
and
I
was
sick
and
faint
from
the
pain
of
it
.
I
could
catch
glimpses
of
my
face
,
white
and
ghastly
,
distorted
with
pain
,
in
the
cabin
mirror
.
All
the
men
must
have
seen
my
condition
,
but
not
one
spoke
or
took
notice
of
me
,
till
I
was
almost
grateful
to
Wolf
Larsen
,
later
on
(
I
was
washing
the
dishes
)
,
when
he
said
:
"
Do
n't
let
a
little
thing
like
that
bother
you
.
You
'll
get
used
to
such
things
in
time
.
It
may
cripple
you
some
,
but
all
the
same
you
'll
be
learning
to
walk
.
"
That
's
what
you
call
a
paradox
,
is
n't
it
?
"
he
added
.
He
seemed
pleased
when
I
nodded
my
head
with
the
customary
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
I
suppose
you
know
a
bit
about
literary
things
?
Eh
?
Good
.
I
'll
have
some
talks
with
you
some
time
.
"
And
then
,
taking
no
further
account
of
me
,
he
turned
his
back
and
went
up
on
deck
.
That
night
,
when
I
had
finished
an
endless
amount
of
work
,
I
was
sent
to
sleep
in
the
steerage
,
where
I
made
up
a
spare
bunk
.
I
was
glad
to
get
out
of
the
detestable
presence
of
the
cook
and
to
be
off
my
feet
.
To
my
surprise
,
my
clothes
had
dried
on
me
and
there
seemed
no
indications
of
catching
cold
,
either
from
the
last
soaking
or
from
the
prolonged
soaking
from
the
foundering
of
the
Martinez
.
Under
ordinary
circumstances
,
after
all
that
I
had
undergone
,
I
should
have
been
fit
for
bed
and
a
trained
nurse
.
But
my
knee
was
bothering
me
terribly
.
As
well
as
I
could
make
out
,
the
kneecap
seemed
turned
up
on
edge
in
the
midst
of
the
swelling
.
As
I
sat
in
my
bunk
examining
it
(
the
six
hunters
were
all
in
the
steerage
,
smoking
and
talking
in
loud
voices
)
,
Henderson
took
a
passing
glance
at
it
.
