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This
tirade
against
destiny
went
on
for
an
hour
or
more
,
and
then
he
buckled
to
his
work
,
limping
and
groaning
,
and
in
his
eyes
a
great
hatred
for
all
created
things
.
His
diagnosis
was
correct
,
however
,
for
he
was
seized
with
occasional
sicknesses
,
during
which
he
vomited
blood
and
suffered
great
pain
.
And
as
he
said
,
it
seemed
God
hated
him
too
much
to
let
him
die
,
for
he
ultimately
grew
better
and
waxed
more
malignant
than
ever
.
Several
days
more
passed
before
Johnson
crawled
on
deck
and
went
about
his
work
in
a
half-hearted
way
.
He
was
still
a
sick
man
,
and
I
more
than
once
observed
him
creeping
painfully
aloft
to
a
topsail
,
or
drooping
wearily
as
he
stood
at
the
wheel
.
But
,
still
worse
,
it
seemed
that
his
spirit
was
broken
.
He
was
abject
before
Wolf
Larsen
and
almost
grovelled
to
Johansen
.
Not
so
was
the
conduct
of
Leach
.
He
went
about
the
deck
like
a
tiger
cub
,
glaring
his
hatred
openly
at
Wolf
Larsen
and
Johansen
.
"
I
'll
do
for
you
yet
,
you
slab-footed
Swede
,
"
I
heard
him
say
to
Johansen
one
night
on
deck
.
The
mate
cursed
him
in
the
darkness
,
and
the
next
moment
some
missile
struck
the
galley
a
sharp
rap
.
There
was
more
cursing
,
and
a
mocking
laugh
,
and
when
all
was
quiet
I
stole
outside
and
found
a
heavy
knife
imbedded
over
an
inch
in
the
solid
wood
.
A
few
minutes
later
the
mate
came
fumbling
about
in
search
of
it
,
but
I
returned
it
privily
to
Leach
next
day
.
He
grinned
when
I
handed
it
over
,
yet
it
was
a
grin
that
contained
more
sincere
thanks
than
a
multitude
of
the
verbosities
of
speech
common
to
the
members
of
my
own
class
.
Unlike
any
one
else
in
the
ship
's
company
,
I
now
found
myself
with
no
quarrels
on
my
hands
and
in
the
good
graces
of
all
.
The
hunters
possibly
no
more
than
tolerated
me
,
though
none
of
them
disliked
me
;
while
Smoke
and
Henderson
,
convalescent
under
a
deck
awning
and
swinging
day
and
night
in
their
hammocks
,
assured
me
that
I
was
better
than
any
hospital
nurse
,
and
that
they
would
not
forget
me
at
the
end
of
the
voyage
when
they
were
paid
off
.
(
As
though
I
stood
in
need
of
their
money
!
I
,
who
could
have
bought
them
out
,
bag
and
baggage
,
and
the
schooner
and
its
equipment
,
a
score
of
times
over
!
)
But
upon
me
had
devolved
the
task
of
tending
their
wounds
,
and
pulling
them
through
,
and
I
did
my
best
by
them
.
Wolf
Larsen
underwent
another
bad
attack
of
headache
which
lasted
two
days
.
He
must
have
suffered
severely
,
for
he
called
me
in
and
obeyed
my
commands
like
a
sick
child
.
But
nothing
I
could
do
seemed
to
relieve
him
.
At
my
suggestion
,
however
,
he
gave
up
smoking
and
drinking
;
though
why
such
a
magnificent
animal
as
he
should
have
headaches
at
all
puzzles
me
.
"
'
Tis
the
hand
of
God
,
I
'm
tellin
'
you
,
"
is
the
way
Louis
sees
it
.
"
'
Tis
a
visitation
for
his
black-hearted
deeds
,
and
there
's
more
behind
and
comin
'
,
or
else
--
"
"
Or
else
,
"
I
prompted
.
"
God
is
noddin
'
and
not
doin
'
his
duty
,
though
it
's
me
as
should
n't
say
it
.
"
