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"
I
always
get
along
with
the
officers
,
"
he
remarked
to
me
in
a
confidential
tone
.
"
I
know
the
w
'
y
,
I
do
,
to
myke
myself
uppreci-yted
.
There
was
my
last
skipper
--
w
'
y
I
thought
nothin
'
of
droppin
'
down
in
the
cabin
for
a
little
chat
and
a
friendly
glass
.
'
Mugridge
,
'
sez
'
e
to
me
,
'
Mugridge
,
'
sez
'
e
,
'
you
've
missed
yer
vokytion
.
'
'
An
'
'
ow
's
that
?
'
sez
I.
'
Yer
should
'
a
been
born
a
gentleman
,
an
'
never
'
ad
to
work
for
yer
livin
'
.
'
God
strike
me
dead
,
'
Ump
,
if
that
ay
n't
wot
'
e
sez
,
an
'
me
a-sittin
'
there
in
'
is
own
cabin
,
jolly-like
an
'
comfortable
,
a-smokin
'
'
is
cigars
an
'
drinkin
'
'
is
rum
.
"
This
chitter-chatter
drove
me
to
distraction
.
I
never
heard
a
voice
I
hated
so
.
His
oily
,
insinuating
tones
,
his
greasy
smile
and
his
monstrous
self-conceit
grated
on
my
nerves
till
sometimes
I
was
all
in
a
tremble
.
Positively
,
he
was
the
most
disgusting
and
loathsome
person
I
have
ever
met
.
The
filth
of
his
cooking
was
indescribable
;
and
,
as
he
cooked
everything
that
was
eaten
aboard
,
I
was
compelled
to
select
what
I
ate
with
great
circumspection
,
choosing
from
the
least
dirty
of
his
concoctions
.
My
hands
bothered
me
a
great
deal
,
unused
as
they
were
to
work
.
The
nails
were
discoloured
and
black
,
while
the
skin
was
already
grained
with
dirt
which
even
a
scrubbing-brush
could
not
remove
.
Then
blisters
came
,
in
a
painful
and
never-ending
procession
,
and
I
had
a
great
burn
on
my
forearm
,
acquired
by
losing
my
balance
in
a
roll
of
the
ship
and
pitching
against
the
galley
stove
.
Nor
was
my
knee
any
better
.
The
swelling
had
not
gone
down
,
and
the
cap
was
still
up
on
edge
.
Hobbling
about
on
it
from
morning
till
night
was
not
helping
it
any
.
What
I
needed
was
rest
,
if
it
were
ever
to
get
well
.
Rest
!
I
never
before
knew
the
meaning
of
the
word
.
I
had
been
resting
all
my
life
and
did
not
know
it
.
But
now
,
could
I
sit
still
for
one
half-hour
and
do
nothing
,
not
even
think
,
it
would
be
the
most
pleasurable
thing
in
the
world
.
But
it
is
a
revelation
,
on
the
other
hand
.
I
shall
be
able
to
appreciate
the
lives
of
the
working
people
hereafter
.
I
did
not
dream
that
work
was
so
terrible
a
thing
.
From
half-past
five
in
the
morning
till
ten
o'clock
at
night
I
am
everybody
's
slave
,
with
not
one
moment
to
myself
,
except
such
as
I
can
steal
near
the
end
of
the
second
dog-watch
.
Let
me
pause
for
a
minute
to
look
out
over
the
sea
sparkling
in
the
sun
,
or
to
gaze
at
a
sailor
going
aloft
to
the
gaff-topsails
,
or
running
out
the
bowsprit
,
and
I
am
sure
to
hear
the
hateful
voice
,
"
'
Ere
,
you
,
'
Ump
,
no
sodgerin
'
.
I
've
got
my
peepers
on
yer
.
"
There
are
signs
of
rampant
bad
temper
in
the
steerage
,
and
the
gossip
is
going
around
that
Smoke
and
Henderson
have
had
a
fight
.
Henderson
seems
the
best
of
the
hunters
,
a
slow-going
fellow
,
and
hard
to
rouse
;
but
roused
he
must
have
been
,
for
Smoke
had
a
bruised
and
discoloured
eye
,
and
looked
particularly
vicious
when
he
came
into
the
cabin
for
supper
.
A
cruel
thing
happened
just
before
supper
,
indicative
of
the
callousness
and
brutishness
of
these
men
.
There
is
one
green
hand
in
the
crew
,
Harrison
by
name
,
a
clumsy-looking
country
boy
,
mastered
,
I
imagine
,
by
the
spirit
of
adventure
,
and
making
his
first
voyage
.
In
the
light
baffling
airs
the
schooner
had
been
tacking
about
a
great
deal
,
at
which
times
the
sails
pass
from
one
side
to
the
other
and
a
man
is
sent
aloft
to
shift
over
the
fore-gaff-topsail
.
In
some
way
,
when
Harrison
was
aloft
,
the
sheet
jammed
in
the
block
through
which
it
runs
at
the
end
of
the
gaff
.
As
I
understood
it
,
there
were
two
ways
of
getting
it
cleared
--
first
,
by
lowering
the
foresail
,
which
was
comparatively
easy
and
without
danger
;
and
second
,
by
climbing
out
the
peak-halyards
to
the
end
of
the
gaff
itself
,
an
exceedingly
hazardous
performance
.
Johansen
called
out
to
Harrison
to
go
out
the
halyards
.
It
was
patent
to
everybody
that
the
boy
was
afraid
.
And
well
he
might
be
,
eighty
feet
above
the
deck
,
to
trust
himself
on
those
thin
and
jerking
ropes
.
Had
there
been
a
steady
breeze
it
would
not
have
been
so
bad
,
but
the
Ghost
was
rolling
emptily
in
a
long
sea
,
and
with
each
roll
the
canvas
flapped
and
boomed
and
the
halyards
slacked
and
jerked
taut
.
They
were
capable
of
snapping
a
man
off
like
a
fly
from
a
whip-lash
.
Harrison
heard
the
order
and
understood
what
was
demanded
of
him
,
but
hesitated
.
It
was
probably
the
first
time
he
had
been
aloft
in
his
life
.
Johansen
,
who
had
caught
the
contagion
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
masterfulness
,
burst
out
with
a
volley
of
abuse
and
curses
.
