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As
he
told
me
,
the
Ghost
is
an
eighty-ton
schooner
of
a
remarkably
fine
model
.
Her
beam
,
or
width
,
is
twenty-three
feet
,
and
her
length
a
little
over
ninety
feet
.
A
lead
keel
of
fabulous
but
unknown
weight
makes
her
very
stable
,
while
she
carries
an
immense
spread
of
canvas
.
From
the
deck
to
the
truck
of
the
maintopmast
is
something
over
a
hundred
feet
,
while
the
foremast
with
its
topmast
is
eight
or
ten
feet
shorter
.
I
am
giving
these
details
so
that
the
size
of
this
little
floating
world
which
holds
twenty-two
men
may
be
appreciated
.
It
is
a
very
little
world
,
a
mote
,
a
speck
,
and
I
marvel
that
men
should
dare
to
venture
the
sea
on
a
contrivance
so
small
and
fragile
.
Wolf
Larsen
has
,
also
,
a
reputation
for
reckless
carrying
on
of
sail
.
I
overheard
Henderson
and
another
of
the
hunters
,
Standish
,
a
Californian
,
talking
about
it
.
Two
years
ago
he
dismasted
the
Ghost
in
a
gale
on
Bering
Sea
,
whereupon
the
present
masts
were
put
in
,
which
are
stronger
and
heavier
in
every
way
.
He
is
said
to
have
remarked
,
when
he
put
them
in
,
that
he
preferred
turning
her
over
to
losing
the
sticks
.
Every
man
aboard
,
with
the
exception
of
Johansen
,
who
is
rather
overcome
by
his
promotion
,
seems
to
have
an
excuse
for
having
sailed
on
the
Ghost
.
Half
the
men
forward
are
deep-water
sailors
,
and
their
excuse
is
that
they
did
not
know
anything
about
her
or
her
captain
.
And
those
who
do
know
,
whisper
that
the
hunters
,
while
excellent
shots
,
were
so
notorious
for
their
quarrelsome
and
rascally
proclivities
that
they
could
not
sign
on
any
decent
schooner
.
I
have
made
the
acquaintance
of
another
one
of
the
crew
--
Louis
he
is
called
,
a
rotund
and
jovial-faced
Nova
Scotia
Irishman
,
and
a
very
sociable
fellow
,
prone
to
talk
as
long
as
he
can
find
a
listener
.
In
the
afternoon
,
while
the
cook
was
below
asleep
and
I
was
peeling
the
everlasting
potatoes
,
Louis
dropped
into
the
galley
for
a
"
yarn
.
"
His
excuse
for
being
aboard
was
that
he
was
drunk
when
he
signed
.
He
assured
me
again
and
again
that
it
was
the
last
thing
in
the
world
he
would
dream
of
doing
in
a
sober
moment
.
It
seems
that
he
has
been
seal-hunting
regularly
each
season
for
a
dozen
years
,
and
is
accounted
one
of
the
two
or
three
very
best
boat-steerers
in
both
fleets
.
"
Ah
,
my
boy
,
"
he
shook
his
head
ominously
at
me
,
"
'
tis
the
worst
schooner
ye
could
iv
selected
,
nor
were
ye
drunk
at
the
time
as
was
I.
'
Tis
sealin
'
is
the
sailor
's
paradise
--
on
other
ships
than
this
.
The
mate
was
the
first
,
but
mark
me
words
,
there
'll
be
more
dead
men
before
the
trip
is
done
with
.
Hist
,
now
,
between
you
an
'
meself
and
the
stanchion
there
,
this
Wolf
Larsen
is
a
regular
devil
,
an
'
the
Ghost
'll
be
a
hell-ship
like
she
's
always
ben
since
he
had
hold
iv
her
.
Do
n't
I
know
?
Do
n't
I
know
?
Do
n't
I
remember
him
in
Hakodate
two
years
gone
,
when
he
had
a
row
an
'
shot
four
iv
his
men
?
Was
n't
I
a-layin
'
on
the
Emma
L.
,
not
three
hundred
yards
away
?
An
'
there
was
a
man
the
same
year
he
killed
with
a
blow
iv
his
fist
.
Yes
,
sir
,
killed
'
im
dead-oh
.
His
head
must
iv
smashed
like
an
eggshell
.
An
'
was
n't
there
the
Governor
of
Kura
Island
,
an
'
the
Chief
iv
Police
,
Japanese
gentlemen
,
sir
,
an
'
did
n't
they
come
aboard
the
Ghost
as
his
guests
,
a-bringin
'
their
wives
along
--
wee
an
'
pretty
little
bits
of
things
like
you
see
'em
painted
on
fans
.
An
'
as
he
was
a-gettin
'
under
way
,
did
n't
the
fond
husbands
get
left
astern-like
in
their
sampan
,
as
it
might
be
by
accident
?
An
'
was
n't
it
a
week
later
that
the
poor
little
ladies
was
put
ashore
on
the
other
side
of
the
island
,
with
nothin
'
before
'em
but
to
walk
home
acrost
the
mountains
on
their
weeny-teeny
little
straw
sandals
which
would
n't
hang
together
a
mile
?
Do
n't
I
know
?
'
Tis
the
beast
he
is
,
this
Wolf
Larsen
--
the
great
big
beast
mentioned
iv
in
Revelation
;
an
'
no
good
end
will
he
ever
come
to
.
But
I
've
said
nothin
'
to
ye
,
mind
ye
.
I
've
whispered
never
a
word
;
for
old
fat
Louis
'll
live
the
voyage
out
if
the
last
mother
's
son
of
yez
go
to
the
fishes
.
"
"
Wolf
Larsen
!
"
he
snorted
a
moment
later
.
"
Listen
to
the
word
,
will
ye
!
Wolf
--
'
tis
what
he
is
.
He
's
not
black-hearted
like
some
men
.
'
Tis
no
heart
he
has
at
all
.
Wolf
,
just
wolf
,
'
tis
what
he
is
.
D'ye
wonder
he
's
well
named
?
"
"
But
if
he
is
so
well-known
for
what
he
is
,
"
I
queried
,
"
how
is
it
that
he
can
get
men
to
ship
with
him
?
"
"
An
'
how
is
it
ye
can
get
men
to
do
anything
on
God
's
earth
an
'
sea
?
"
Louis
demanded
with
Celtic
fire
.
