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I
contested
myself
with
the
fore
crosstrees
,
some
seventy
feet
above
the
deck
.
As
I
searched
the
vacant
stretch
of
water
before
me
,
I
comprehended
thoroughly
the
need
for
haste
if
we
were
to
recover
any
of
our
men
.
Indeed
,
as
I
gazed
at
the
heavy
sea
through
which
we
were
running
,
I
doubted
that
there
was
a
boat
afloat
.
It
did
not
seem
possible
that
such
frail
craft
could
survive
such
stress
of
wind
and
water
.
I
could
not
feel
the
full
force
of
the
wind
,
for
we
were
running
with
it
;
but
from
my
lofty
perch
I
looked
down
as
though
outside
the
Ghost
and
apart
from
her
,
and
saw
the
shape
of
her
outlined
sharply
against
the
foaming
sea
as
she
tore
along
instinct
with
life
.
Sometimes
she
would
lift
and
send
across
some
great
wave
,
burying
her
starboard-rail
from
view
,
and
covering
her
deck
to
the
hatches
with
the
boiling
ocean
.
At
such
moments
,
starting
from
a
windward
roll
,
I
would
go
flying
through
the
air
with
dizzying
swiftness
,
as
though
I
clung
to
the
end
of
a
huge
,
inverted
pendulum
,
the
arc
of
which
,
between
the
greater
rolls
,
must
have
been
seventy
feet
or
more
.
Once
,
the
terror
of
this
giddy
sweep
overpowered
me
,
and
for
a
while
I
clung
on
,
hand
and
foot
,
weak
and
trembling
,
unable
to
search
the
sea
for
the
missing
boats
or
to
behold
aught
of
the
sea
but
that
which
roared
beneath
and
strove
to
overwhelm
the
Ghost
.
But
the
thought
of
the
men
in
the
midst
of
it
steadied
me
,
and
in
my
quest
for
them
I
forgot
myself
.
For
an
hour
I
saw
nothing
but
the
naked
,
desolate
sea
.
And
then
,
where
a
vagrant
shaft
of
sunlight
struck
the
ocean
and
turned
its
surface
to
wrathful
silver
,
I
caught
a
small
black
speck
thrust
skyward
for
an
instant
and
swallowed
up
.
I
waited
patiently
.
Again
the
tiny
point
of
black
projected
itself
through
the
wrathful
blaze
a
couple
of
points
off
our
port-bow
.
I
did
not
attempt
to
shout
,
but
communicated
the
news
to
Wolf
Larsen
by
waving
my
arm
.
He
changed
the
course
,
and
I
signalled
affirmation
when
the
speck
showed
dead
ahead
.
It
grew
larger
,
and
so
swiftly
that
for
the
first
time
I
fully
appreciated
the
speed
of
our
flight
.
Wolf
Larsen
motioned
for
me
to
come
down
,
and
when
I
stood
beside
him
at
the
wheel
gave
me
instructions
for
heaving
to
.
"
Expect
all
hell
to
break
loose
,
"
he
cautioned
me
,
"
but
do
n't
mind
it
.
Yours
is
to
do
your
own
work
and
to
have
Cooky
stand
by
the
fore-sheet
.
"
I
managed
to
make
my
way
forward
,
but
there
was
little
choice
of
sides
,
for
the
weather-rail
seemed
buried
as
often
as
the
lee
.
Having
instructed
Thomas
Mugridge
as
to
what
he
was
to
do
,
I
clambered
into
the
fore-rigging
a
few
feet
.
The
boat
was
now
very
close
,
and
I
could
make
out
plainly
that
it
was
lying
head
to
wind
and
sea
and
dragging
on
its
mast
and
sail
,
which
had
been
thrown
overboard
and
made
to
serve
as
a
sea-anchor
.
The
three
men
were
bailing
.
Each
rolling
mountain
whelmed
them
from
view
,
and
I
would
wait
with
sickening
anxiety
,
fearing
that
they
would
never
appear
again
.
Then
,
and
with
black
suddenness
,
the
boat
would
shoot
clear
through
the
foaming
crest
,
bow
pointed
to
the
sky
,
and
the
whole
length
of
her
bottom
showing
,
wet
and
dark
,
till
she
seemed
on
end
.
There
would
be
a
fleeting
glimpse
of
the
three
men
flinging
water
in
frantic
haste
,
when
she
would
topple
over
and
fall
into
the
yawning
valley
,
bow
down
and
showing
her
full
inside
length
to
the
stern
upreared
almost
directly
above
the
bow
.
Each
time
that
she
reappeared
was
a
miracle
.
The
Ghost
suddenly
changed
her
course
,
keeping
away
,
and
it
came
to
me
with
a
shock
that
Wolf
Larsen
was
giving
up
the
rescue
as
impossible
.
Then
I
realized
that
he
was
preparing
to
heave
to
,
and
dropped
to
the
deck
to
be
in
readiness
.
We
were
now
dead
before
the
wind
,
the
boat
far
away
and
abreast
of
us
.
I
felt
an
abrupt
easing
of
the
schooner
,
a
loss
for
the
moment
of
all
strain
and
pressure
,
coupled
with
a
swift
acceleration
of
speed
.
She
was
rushing
around
on
her
heel
into
the
wind
.
