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"
I
'm
just
reading
Browning
,
"
he
confessed
,
"
and
it
's
pretty
tough
.
I
have
n't
got
very
far
along
,
and
as
it
is
I
've
about
lost
my
bearings
.
"
Not
to
be
tiresome
,
I
shall
say
that
I
fetched
the
book
from
his
state-room
and
read
"
Caliban
"
aloud
.
He
was
delighted
.
It
was
a
primitive
mode
of
reasoning
and
of
looking
at
things
that
he
understood
thoroughly
.
He
interrupted
again
and
again
with
comment
and
criticism
.
When
I
finished
,
he
had
me
read
it
over
a
second
time
,
and
a
third
.
We
fell
into
discussion
--
philosophy
,
science
,
evolution
,
religion
.
He
betrayed
the
inaccuracies
of
the
self-read
man
,
and
,
it
must
be
granted
,
the
sureness
and
directness
of
the
primitive
mind
.
The
very
simplicity
of
his
reasoning
was
its
strength
,
and
his
materialism
was
far
more
compelling
than
the
subtly
complex
materialism
of
Charley
Furuseth
.
Not
that
I
--
a
confirmed
and
,
as
Furuseth
phrased
it
,
a
temperamental
idealist
--
was
to
be
compelled
;
but
that
Wolf
Larsen
stormed
the
last
strongholds
of
my
faith
with
a
vigour
that
received
respect
,
while
not
accorded
conviction
.
Time
passed
.
Supper
was
at
hand
and
the
table
not
laid
I
became
restless
and
anxious
,
and
when
Thomas
Mugridge
glared
down
the
companion-way
,
sick
and
angry
of
countenance
,
I
prepared
to
go
about
my
duties
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
cried
out
to
him
:
"
Cooky
,
you
've
got
to
hustle
to-night
.
I
'm
busy
with
Hump
,
and
you
'll
do
the
best
you
can
without
him
.
"
And
again
the
unprecedented
was
established
.
That
night
I
sat
at
table
with
the
captain
and
the
hunters
,
while
Thomas
Mugridge
waited
on
us
and
washed
the
dishes
afterward
--
a
whim
,
a
Caliban-mood
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
,
and
one
I
foresaw
would
bring
me
trouble
.
In
the
meantime
we
talked
and
talked
,
much
to
the
disgust
of
the
hunters
,
who
could
not
understand
a
word
.
Three
days
of
rest
,
three
blessed
days
of
rest
,
are
what
I
had
with
Wolf
Larsen
,
eating
at
the
cabin
table
and
doing
nothing
but
discuss
life
,
literature
,
and
the
universe
,
the
while
Thomas
Mugridge
fumed
and
raged
and
did
my
work
as
well
as
his
own
.
"
Watch
out
for
squalls
,
is
all
I
can
say
to
you
,
"
was
Louis
's
warning
,
given
during
a
spare
half-hour
on
deck
while
Wolf
Larsen
was
engaged
in
straightening
out
a
row
among
the
hunters
.
"
Ye
ca
n't
tell
what
'll
be
happenin
'
,
"
Louis
went
on
,
in
response
to
my
query
for
more
definite
information
.
"
The
man
's
as
contrary
as
air
currents
or
water
currents
.
You
can
never
guess
the
ways
iv
him
.
'
Tis
just
as
you
're
thinkin
'
you
know
him
and
are
makin
'
a
favourable
slant
along
him
,
that
he
whirls
around
,
dead
ahead
and
comes
howlin
'
down
upon
you
and
a-rippin
'
all
iv
your
fine-weather
sails
to
rags
.
"
So
I
was
not
altogether
surprised
when
the
squall
foretold
by
Louis
smote
me
.
We
had
been
having
a
heated
discussion
--
upon
life
,
of
course
--
and
,
grown
over-bold
,
I
was
passing
stiff
strictures
upon
Wolf
Larsen
and
the
life
of
Wolf
Larsen
.
In
fact
,
I
was
vivisecting
him
and
turning
over
his
soul-stuff
as
keenly
and
thoroughly
as
it
was
his
custom
to
do
it
to
others
.
It
may
be
a
weakness
of
mine
that
I
have
an
incisive
way
of
speech
;
but
I
threw
all
restraint
to
the
winds
and
cut
and
slashed
until
the
whole
man
of
him
was
snarling
.
The
dark
sun-bronze
of
his
face
went
black
with
wrath
,
his
eyes
were
ablaze
.
There
was
no
clearness
or
sanity
in
them
--
nothing
but
the
terrific
rage
of
a
madman
.
