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The
Ghost
has
attained
the
southernmost
point
of
the
arc
she
is
describing
across
the
Pacific
,
and
is
already
beginning
to
edge
away
to
the
west
and
north
toward
some
lone
island
,
it
is
rumoured
,
where
she
will
fill
her
water-casks
before
proceeding
to
the
season
's
hunt
along
the
coast
of
Japan
.
The
hunters
have
experimented
and
practised
with
their
rifles
and
shotguns
till
they
are
satisfied
,
and
the
boat-pullers
and
steerers
have
made
their
spritsails
,
bound
the
oars
and
rowlocks
in
leather
and
sennit
so
that
they
will
make
no
noise
when
creeping
on
the
seals
,
and
put
their
boats
in
apple-pie
order
--
to
use
Leach
's
homely
phrase
.
His
arm
,
by
the
way
,
has
healed
nicely
,
though
the
scar
will
remain
all
his
life
.
Thomas
Mugridge
lives
in
mortal
fear
of
him
,
and
is
afraid
to
venture
on
deck
after
dark
.
There
are
two
or
three
standing
quarrels
in
the
forecastle
.
Louis
tells
me
that
the
gossip
of
the
sailors
finds
its
way
aft
,
and
that
two
of
the
telltales
have
been
badly
beaten
by
their
mates
.
He
shakes
his
head
dubiously
over
the
outlook
for
the
man
Johnson
,
who
is
boat-puller
in
the
same
boat
with
him
.
Johnson
has
been
guilty
of
speaking
his
mind
too
freely
,
and
has
collided
two
or
three
times
with
Wolf
Larsen
over
the
pronunciation
of
his
name
.
Johansen
he
thrashed
on
the
amidships
deck
the
other
night
,
since
which
time
the
mate
has
called
him
by
his
proper
name
.
But
of
course
it
is
out
of
the
question
that
Johnson
should
thrash
Wolf
Larsen
.
Louis
has
also
given
me
additional
information
about
Death
Larsen
,
which
tallies
with
the
captain
's
brief
description
.
We
may
expect
to
meet
Death
Larsen
on
the
Japan
coast
.
"
And
look
out
for
squalls
,
"
is
Louis
's
prophecy
,
"
for
they
hate
one
another
like
the
wolf
whelps
they
are
.
"
Death
Larsen
is
in
command
of
the
only
sealing
steamer
in
the
fleet
,
the
Macedonia
,
which
carries
fourteen
boats
,
whereas
the
rest
of
the
schooners
carry
only
six
.
There
is
wild
talk
of
cannon
aboard
,
and
of
strange
raids
and
expeditions
she
may
make
,
ranging
from
opium
smuggling
into
the
States
and
arms
smuggling
into
China
,
to
blackbirding
and
open
piracy
.
Yet
I
can
not
but
believe
for
I
have
never
yet
caught
him
in
a
lie
,
while
he
has
a
cyclopaedic
knowledge
of
sealing
and
the
men
of
the
sealing
fleets
.
As
it
is
forward
and
in
the
galley
,
so
it
is
in
the
steerage
and
aft
,
on
this
veritable
hell-ship
.
Men
fight
and
struggle
ferociously
for
one
another
's
lives
.
The
hunters
are
looking
for
a
shooting
scrape
at
any
moment
between
Smoke
and
Henderson
,
whose
old
quarrel
has
not
healed
,
while
Wolf
Larsen
says
positively
that
he
will
kill
the
survivor
of
the
affair
,
if
such
affair
comes
off
.
He
frankly
states
that
the
position
he
takes
is
based
on
no
moral
grounds
,
that
all
the
hunters
could
kill
and
eat
one
another
so
far
as
he
is
concerned
,
were
it
not
that
he
needs
them
alive
for
the
hunting
.
If
they
will
only
hold
their
hands
until
the
season
is
over
,
he
promises
them
a
royal
carnival
,
when
all
grudges
can
he
settled
and
the
survivors
may
toss
the
non-survivors
overboard
and
arrange
a
story
as
to
how
the
missing
men
were
lost
at
sea
.
I
think
even
the
hunters
are
appalled
at
his
cold-bloodedness
.
Wicked
men
though
they
be
,
they
are
certainly
very
much
afraid
of
him
.
Thomas
Mugridge
is
cur-like
in
his
subjection
to
me
,
while
I
go
about
in
secret
dread
of
him
.
His
is
the
courage
of
fear
--
a
strange
thing
I
know
well
of
myself
--
and
at
any
moment
it
may
master
the
fear
and
impel
him
to
the
taking
of
my
life
.
My
knee
is
much
better
,
though
it
often
aches
for
long
periods
,
and
the
stiffness
is
gradually
leaving
the
arm
which
Wolf
Larsen
squeezed
.
Otherwise
I
am
in
splendid
condition
,
feel
that
I
am
in
splendid
condition
.
My
muscles
are
growing
harder
and
increasing
in
size
.
My
hands
,
however
,
are
a
spectacle
for
grief
.
They
have
a
parboiled
appearance
,
are
afflicted
with
hang-nails
,
while
the
nails
are
broken
and
discoloured
,
and
the
edges
of
the
quick
seem
to
be
assuming
a
fungoid
sort
of
growth
.
Also
,
I
am
suffering
from
boils
,
due
to
the
diet
,
most
likely
,
for
I
was
never
afflicted
in
this
manner
before
.
I
was
amused
,
a
couple
of
evenings
back
,
by
seeing
Wolf
Larsen
reading
the
Bible
,
a
copy
of
which
,
after
the
futile
search
for
one
at
the
beginning
of
the
voyage
,
had
been
found
in
the
dead
mate
's
sea-chest
.
I
wondered
what
Wolf
Larsen
could
get
from
it
,
and
he
read
aloud
to
me
from
Ecclesiastes
.
I
could
imagine
he
was
speaking
the
thoughts
of
his
own
mind
as
he
read
to
me
,
and
his
voice
,
reverberating
deeply
and
mournfully
in
the
confined
cabin
,
charmed
and
held
me
.
He
may
be
uneducated
,
but
he
certainly
knows
how
to
express
the
significance
of
the
written
word
.
I
can
hear
him
now
,
as
I
shall
always
hear
him
,
the
primal
melancholy
vibrant
in
his
voice
as
he
read
:
"
I
gathered
me
also
silver
and
gold
,
and
the
peculiar
treasure
of
kings
and
of
the
provinces
;
I
gat
me
men
singers
and
women
singers
,
and
the
delights
of
the
sons
of
men
,
as
musical
instruments
,
and
that
of
all
sorts
.
