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"
How
d'ye
find
me
aboard
if
'
twas
n't
that
I
was
drunk
as
a
pig
when
I
put
me
name
down
?
There
's
them
that
ca
n't
sail
with
better
men
,
like
the
hunters
,
and
them
that
do
n't
know
,
like
the
poor
devils
of
wind-jammers
for
'
ard
there
.
But
they
'll
come
to
it
,
they
'll
come
to
it
,
an
'
be
sorry
the
day
they
was
born
.
I
could
weep
for
the
poor
creatures
,
did
I
but
forget
poor
old
fat
Louis
and
the
troubles
before
him
.
But
'
tis
not
a
whisper
I
've
dropped
,
mind
ye
,
not
a
whisper
.
"
"
Them
hunters
is
the
wicked
boys
,
"
he
broke
forth
again
,
for
he
suffered
from
a
constitutional
plethora
of
speech
.
"
But
wait
till
they
get
to
cutting
up
iv
jinks
and
rowin
'
'
round
.
He
's
the
boy
'll
fix
'em
.
'
Tis
him
that
'll
put
the
fear
of
God
in
their
rotten
black
hearts
.
Look
at
that
hunter
iv
mine
,
Horner
.
'
Jock
'
Horner
they
call
him
,
so
quiet-like
an
'
easy-goin
'
,
soft-spoken
as
a
girl
,
till
ye
'd
think
butter
would
n't
melt
in
the
mouth
iv
him
.
Did
n't
he
kill
his
boat-steerer
last
year
?
'
Twas
called
a
sad
accident
,
but
I
met
the
boat-puller
in
Yokohama
an
'
the
straight
iv
it
was
given
me
.
An
'
there
's
Smoke
,
the
black
little
devil
--
did
n't
the
Roosians
have
him
for
three
years
in
the
salt
mines
of
Siberia
,
for
poachin
'
on
Copper
Island
,
which
is
a
Roosian
preserve
?
Shackled
he
was
,
hand
an
'
foot
,
with
his
mate
.
An
'
did
n't
they
have
words
or
a
ruction
of
some
kind
?
--
for
'
twas
the
other
fellow
Smoke
sent
up
in
the
buckets
to
the
top
of
the
mine
;
an
'
a
piece
at
a
time
he
went
up
,
a
leg
to-day
,
an
'
to-morrow
an
arm
,
the
next
day
the
head
,
an
'
so
on
.
"
"
But
you
ca
n't
mean
it
!
"
I
cried
out
,
overcome
with
the
horror
of
it
.
"
Mean
what
!
"
he
demanded
,
quick
as
a
flash
.
"
'
Tis
nothin
'
I
've
said
.
Deef
I
am
,
and
dumb
,
as
ye
should
be
for
the
sake
iv
your
mother
;
an
'
never
once
have
I
opened
me
lips
but
to
say
fine
things
iv
them
an
'
him
,
God
curse
his
soul
,
an
'
may
he
rot
in
purgatory
ten
thousand
years
,
and
then
go
down
to
the
last
an
'
deepest
hell
iv
all
!
"
Johnson
,
the
man
who
had
chafed
me
raw
when
I
first
came
aboard
,
seemed
the
least
equivocal
of
the
men
forward
or
aft
.
In
fact
,
there
was
nothing
equivocal
about
him
.
One
was
struck
at
once
by
his
straightforwardness
and
manliness
,
which
,
in
turn
,
were
tempered
by
a
modesty
which
might
be
mistaken
for
timidity
.
But
timid
he
was
not
.
He
seemed
,
rather
,
to
have
the
courage
of
his
convictions
,
the
certainty
of
his
manhood
.
It
was
this
that
made
him
protest
,
at
the
commencement
of
our
acquaintance
,
against
being
called
Yonson
.
And
upon
this
,
and
him
,
Louis
passed
judgment
and
prophecy
.
"
'
Tis
a
fine
chap
,
that
squarehead
Johnson
we
've
for
'
ard
with
us
,
"
he
said
.
"
The
best
sailorman
in
the
fo
'
c
's
le
.
He
's
my
boat-puller
.
But
it
's
to
trouble
he
'll
come
with
Wolf
Larsen
,
as
the
sparks
fly
upward
.
It
's
meself
that
knows
.
I
can
see
it
brewin
'
an
'
comin
'
up
like
a
storm
in
the
sky
.
I
've
talked
to
him
like
a
brother
,
but
it
's
little
he
sees
in
takin
'
in
his
lights
or
flyin
'
false
signals
.
He
grumbles
out
when
things
do
n't
go
to
suit
him
,
and
there
'll
be
always
some
tell-tale
carryin
'
word
iv
it
aft
to
the
Wolf
.
The
Wolf
is
strong
,
and
it
's
the
way
of
a
wolf
to
hate
strength
,
an
'
strength
it
is
he
'll
see
in
Johnson
--
no
knucklin
'
under
,
and
a
'
Yes
,
sir
,
thank
ye
kindly
,
sir
,
'
for
a
curse
or
a
blow
.
Oh
,
she
's
a-comin
'
!
She
's
a-comin
'
!
An
'
God
knows
where
I
'll
get
another
boat-puller
!
What
does
the
fool
up
an
'
say
,
when
the
old
man
calls
him
Yonson
,
but
'
Me
name
is
Johnson
,
sir
,
'
an
'
then
spells
it
out
,
letter
for
letter
.
Ye
should
iv
seen
the
old
man
's
face
!
I
thought
he
'd
let
drive
at
him
on
the
spot
.
He
did
n't
,
but
he
will
,
an
'
he
'll
break
that
squarehead
's
heart
,
or
it
's
little
I
know
iv
the
ways
iv
men
on
the
ships
iv
the
sea
.
"
Thomas
Mugridge
is
becoming
unendurable
.
I
am
compelled
to
Mister
him
and
to
Sir
him
with
every
speech
.
One
reason
for
this
is
that
Wolf
Larsen
seems
to
have
taken
a
fancy
to
him
.
It
is
an
unprecedented
thing
,
I
take
it
,
for
a
captain
to
be
chummy
with
the
cook
;
but
this
is
certainly
what
Wolf
Larsen
is
doing
.
Two
or
three
times
he
put
his
head
into
the
galley
and
chaffed
Mugridge
good-naturedly
,
and
once
,
this
afternoon
,
he
stood
by
the
break
of
the
poop
and
chatted
with
him
for
fully
fifteen
minutes
.
When
it
was
over
,
and
Mugridge
was
back
in
the
galley
,
he
became
greasily
radiant
,
and
went
about
his
work
,
humming
coster
songs
in
a
nerve-racking
and
discordant
falsetto
.
