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"
Hump
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
beg
pardon
,
Mr.
Van
Weyden
,
I
congratulate
you
.
I
think
you
can
now
fire
your
father
's
legs
back
into
the
grave
to
him
.
You
've
discovered
your
own
and
learned
to
stand
on
them
.
A
little
rope-work
,
sail-making
,
and
experience
with
storms
and
such
things
,
and
by
the
end
of
the
voyage
you
could
ship
on
any
coasting
schooner
.
"
It
was
during
this
period
,
between
the
death
of
Johansen
and
the
arrival
on
the
sealing
grounds
,
that
I
passed
my
pleasantest
hours
on
the
Ghost
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
quite
considerate
,
the
sailors
helped
me
,
and
I
was
no
longer
in
irritating
contact
with
Thomas
Mugridge
.
And
I
make
free
to
say
,
as
the
days
went
by
,
that
I
found
I
was
taking
a
certain
secret
pride
in
myself
.
Fantastic
as
the
situation
was
--
a
land-lubber
second
in
command
--
I
was
,
nevertheless
,
carrying
it
off
well
;
and
during
that
brief
time
I
was
proud
of
myself
,
and
I
grew
to
love
the
heave
and
roll
of
the
Ghost
under
my
feet
as
she
wallowed
north
and
west
through
the
tropic
sea
to
the
islet
where
we
filled
our
water-casks
.
But
my
happiness
was
not
unalloyed
.
It
was
comparative
,
a
period
of
less
misery
slipped
in
between
a
past
of
great
miseries
and
a
future
of
great
miseries
.
For
the
Ghost
,
so
far
as
the
seamen
were
concerned
,
was
a
hell-ship
of
the
worst
description
.
They
never
had
a
moment
's
rest
or
peace
.
Wolf
Larsen
treasured
against
them
the
attempt
on
his
life
and
the
drubbing
he
had
received
in
the
forecastle
;
and
morning
,
noon
,
and
night
,
and
all
night
as
well
,
he
devoted
himself
to
making
life
unlivable
for
them
.
He
knew
well
the
psychology
of
the
little
thing
,
and
it
was
the
little
things
by
which
he
kept
the
crew
worked
up
to
the
verge
of
madness
.
I
have
seen
Harrison
called
from
his
bunk
to
put
properly
away
a
misplaced
paintbrush
,
and
the
two
watches
below
haled
from
their
tired
sleep
to
accompany
him
and
see
him
do
it
.
A
little
thing
,
truly
,
but
when
multiplied
by
the
thousand
ingenious
devices
of
such
a
mind
,
the
mental
state
of
the
men
in
the
forecastle
may
be
slightly
comprehended
.
Of
course
much
grumbling
went
on
,
and
little
outbursts
were
continually
occurring
.
Blows
were
struck
,
and
there
were
always
two
or
three
men
nursing
injuries
at
the
hands
of
the
human
beast
who
was
their
master
.
Concerted
action
was
impossible
in
face
of
the
heavy
arsenal
of
weapons
carried
in
the
steerage
and
cabin
.
Leach
and
Johnson
were
the
two
particular
victims
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
diabolic
temper
,
and
the
look
of
profound
melancholy
which
had
settled
on
Johnson
's
face
and
in
his
eyes
made
my
heart
bleed
.
With
Leach
it
was
different
.
There
was
too
much
of
the
fighting
beast
in
him
.
He
seemed
possessed
by
an
insatiable
fury
which
gave
no
time
for
grief
.
His
lips
had
become
distorted
into
a
permanent
snarl
,
which
at
mere
sight
of
Wolf
Larsen
broke
out
in
sound
,
horrible
and
menacing
and
,
I
do
believe
,
unconsciously
.
I
have
seen
him
follow
Wolf
Larsen
about
with
his
eyes
,
like
an
animal
its
keeper
,
the
while
the
animal-like
snarl
sounded
deep
in
his
throat
and
vibrated
forth
between
his
teeth
.
I
remember
once
,
on
deck
,
in
bright
day
,
touching
him
on
the
shoulder
as
preliminary
to
giving
an
order
.
His
back
was
toward
me
,
and
at
the
first
feel
of
my
hand
he
leaped
upright
in
the
air
and
away
from
me
,
snarling
and
turning
his
head
as
he
leaped
.
He
had
for
the
moment
mistaken
me
for
the
man
he
hated
.
Both
he
and
Johnson
would
have
killed
Wolf
Larsen
at
the
slightest
opportunity
,
but
the
opportunity
never
came
.
Wolf
Larsen
was
too
wise
for
that
,
and
,
besides
,
they
had
no
adequate
weapons
.
With
their
fists
alone
they
had
no
chance
whatever
.
Time
and
again
he
fought
it
out
with
Leach
who
fought
back
always
,
like
a
wildcat
,
tooth
and
nail
and
fist
,
until
stretched
,
exhausted
or
unconscious
,
on
the
deck
.
And
he
was
never
averse
to
another
encounter
.
All
the
devil
that
was
in
him
challenged
the
devil
in
Wolf
Larsen
.
They
had
but
to
appear
on
deck
at
the
same
time
,
when
they
would
be
at
it
,
cursing
,
snarling
,
striking
;
and
I
have
seen
Leach
fling
himself
upon
Wolf
Larsen
without
warning
or
provocation
.
Once
he
threw
his
heavy
sheath-knife
,
missing
Wolf
Larsen
's
throat
by
an
inch
.
Another
time
he
dropped
a
steel
marlinspike
from
the
mizzen
crosstree
.
