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"
Look
at
'
im
run
!
Look
at
'
im
run
!
"
I
could
hear
him
crying
.
"
An
'
with
a
gyme
leg
at
that
!
Come
on
back
,
you
pore
little
mamma
's
darling
.
I
wo
n't
'
it
yer
;
no
,
I
wo
n't
.
"
I
came
back
and
went
on
with
my
work
;
and
here
the
episode
ended
for
the
time
,
though
further
developments
were
yet
to
take
place
.
I
set
the
breakfast-table
in
the
cabin
,
and
at
seven
o'clock
waited
on
the
hunters
and
officers
.
The
storm
had
evidently
broken
during
the
night
,
though
a
huge
sea
was
still
running
and
a
stiff
wind
blowing
.
Sail
had
been
made
in
the
early
watches
,
so
that
the
Ghost
was
racing
along
under
everything
except
the
two
topsails
and
the
flying
jib
.
These
three
sails
,
I
gathered
from
the
conversation
,
were
to
be
set
immediately
after
breakfast
.
I
learned
,
also
,
that
Wolf
Larsen
was
anxious
to
make
the
most
of
the
storm
,
which
was
driving
him
to
the
south-west
into
that
portion
of
the
sea
where
he
expected
to
pick
up
with
the
north-east
trades
.
It
was
before
this
steady
wind
that
he
hoped
to
make
the
major
portion
of
the
run
to
Japan
,
curving
south
into
the
tropics
and
north
again
as
he
approached
the
coast
of
Asia
.
After
breakfast
I
had
another
unenviable
experience
.
When
I
had
finished
washing
the
dishes
,
I
cleaned
the
cabin
stove
and
carried
the
ashes
up
on
deck
to
empty
them
.
Wolf
Larsen
and
Henderson
were
standing
near
the
wheel
,
deep
in
conversation
.
The
sailor
,
Johnson
,
was
steering
.
As
I
started
toward
the
weather
side
I
saw
him
make
a
sudden
motion
with
his
head
,
which
I
mistook
for
a
token
of
recognition
and
good-morning
.
In
reality
,
he
was
attempting
to
warn
me
to
throw
my
ashes
over
the
lee
side
.
Unconscious
of
my
blunder
,
I
passed
by
Wolf
Larsen
and
the
hunter
and
flung
the
ashes
over
the
side
to
windward
.
The
wind
drove
them
back
,
and
not
only
over
me
,
but
over
Henderson
and
Wolf
Larsen
.
The
next
instant
the
latter
kicked
me
,
violently
,
as
a
cur
is
kicked
.
I
had
not
realized
there
could
be
so
much
pain
in
a
kick
.
I
reeled
away
from
him
and
leaned
against
the
cabin
in
a
half-fainting
condition
.
Everything
was
swimming
before
my
eyes
,
and
I
turned
sick
.
The
nausea
overpowered
me
,
and
I
managed
to
crawl
to
the
side
of
the
vessel
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
did
not
follow
me
up
.
Brushing
the
ashes
from
his
clothes
,
he
had
resumed
his
conversation
with
Henderson
.
Johansen
,
who
had
seen
the
affair
from
the
break
of
the
poop
,
sent
a
couple
of
sailors
aft
to
clean
up
the
mess
.
Later
in
the
morning
I
received
a
surprise
of
a
totally
different
sort
.
Following
the
cook
's
instructions
,
I
had
gone
into
Wolf
Larsen
's
state-room
to
put
it
to
rights
and
make
the
bed
.
Against
the
wall
,
near
the
head
of
the
bunk
,
was
a
rack
filled
with
books
.
I
glanced
over
them
,
noting
with
astonishment
such
names
as
Shakespeare
,
Tennyson
,
Poe
,
and
De
Quincey
.
There
were
scientific
works
,
too
,
among
which
were
represented
men
such
as
Tyndall
,
Proctor
,
and
Darwin
.
Astronomy
and
physics
were
represented
,
and
I
remarked
Bulfinch
's
Age
of
Fable
,
Shaw
's
History
of
English
and
American
Literature
,
and
Johnson
's
Natural
History
in
two
large
volumes
.
Then
there
were
a
number
of
grammars
,
such
as
Metcalf
's
,
and
Reed
and
Kellogg
's
;
and
I
smiled
as
I
saw
a
copy
of
The
Dean
's
English
.
I
could
not
reconcile
these
books
with
the
man
from
what
I
had
seen
of
him
,
and
I
wondered
if
he
could
possibly
read
them
.
But
when
I
came
to
make
the
bed
I
found
,
between
the
blankets
,
dropped
apparently
as
he
had
sunk
off
to
sleep
,
a
complete
Browning
,
the
Cambridge
Edition
.
It
was
open
at
"
In
a
Balcony
,
"
and
I
noticed
,
here
and
there
,
passages
underlined
in
pencil
.
Further
,
letting
drop
the
volume
during
a
lurch
of
the
ship
,
a
sheet
of
paper
fell
out
.
It
was
scrawled
over
with
geometrical
diagrams
and
calculations
of
some
sort
.
It
was
patent
that
this
terrible
man
was
no
ignorant
clod
,
such
as
one
would
inevitably
suppose
him
to
be
from
his
exhibitions
of
brutality
.
At
once
he
became
an
enigma
.
One
side
or
the
other
of
his
nature
was
perfectly
comprehensible
;
but
both
sides
together
were
bewildering
.
I
had
already
remarked
that
his
language
was
excellent
,
marred
with
an
occasional
slight
inaccuracy
.
Of
course
,
in
common
speech
with
the
sailors
and
hunters
,
it
sometimes
fairly
bristled
with
errors
,
which
was
due
to
the
vernacular
itself
;
but
in
the
few
words
he
had
held
with
me
it
had
been
clear
and
correct
.
This
glimpse
I
had
caught
of
his
other
side
must
have
emboldened
me
,
for
I
resolved
to
speak
to
him
about
the
money
I
had
lost
.
"
I
have
been
robbed
,
"
I
said
to
him
,
a
little
later
,
when
I
found
him
pacing
up
and
down
the
poop
alone
.
