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'
He
seemed
consumedly
bored
by
the
honour
thrust
upon
him
.
He
had
never
in
his
life
made
a
mistake
,
never
had
an
accident
,
never
a
mishap
,
never
a
check
in
his
steady
rise
,
and
he
seemed
to
be
one
of
those
lucky
fellows
who
know
nothing
of
indecision
,
much
less
of
self-mistrust
.
At
thirty-two
he
had
one
of
the
best
commands
going
in
the
Eastern
trade
--
and
,
what
's
more
,
he
thought
a
lot
of
what
he
had
.
There
was
nothing
like
it
in
the
world
,
and
I
suppose
if
you
had
asked
him
point-blank
he
would
have
confessed
that
in
his
opinion
there
was
not
such
another
commander
.
The
choice
had
fallen
upon
the
right
man
.
The
rest
of
mankind
that
did
not
command
the
sixteen-knot
steel
steamer
Ossa
were
rather
poor
creatures
.
He
had
saved
lives
at
sea
,
had
rescued
ships
in
distress
,
had
a
gold
chronometer
presented
to
him
by
the
underwriters
,
and
a
pair
of
binoculars
with
a
suitable
inscription
from
some
foreign
Government
,
in
commemoration
of
these
services
.
He
was
acutely
aware
of
his
merits
and
of
his
rewards
.
I
liked
him
well
enough
,
though
some
I
know
--
meek
,
friendly
men
at
that
--
could
n't
stand
him
at
any
price
.
I
have
n't
the
slightest
doubt
he
considered
himself
vastly
my
superior
--
indeed
,
had
you
been
Emperor
of
East
and
West
,
you
could
not
have
ignored
your
inferiority
in
his
presence
--
but
I
could
n't
get
up
any
real
sentiment
of
offence
.
He
did
not
despise
me
for
anything
I
could
help
,
for
anything
I
was
--
do
n't
you
know
?
I
was
a
negligible
quantity
simply
because
I
was
not
the
fortunate
man
of
the
earth
,
not
Montague
Brierly
in
command
of
the
Ossa
,
not
the
owner
of
an
inscribed
gold
chronometer
and
of
silver-mounted
binoculars
testifying
to
the
excellence
of
my
seamanship
and
to
my
indomitable
pluck
;
not
possessed
of
an
acute
sense
of
my
merits
and
of
my
rewards
,
besides
the
love
and
worship
of
a
black
retriever
,
the
most
wonderful
of
its
kind
--
for
never
was
such
a
man
loved
thus
by
such
a
dog
.
No
doubt
,
to
have
all
this
forced
upon
you
was
exasperating
enough
;
but
when
I
reflected
that
I
was
associated
in
these
fatal
disadvantages
with
twelve
hundred
millions
of
other
more
or
less
human
beings
,
I
found
I
could
bear
my
share
of
his
good-natured
and
contemptuous
pity
for
the
sake
of
something
indefinite
and
attractive
in
the
man
.
I
have
never
defined
to
myself
this
attraction
,
but
there
were
moments
when
I
envied
him
.
The
sting
of
life
could
do
no
more
to
his
complacent
soul
than
the
scratch
of
a
pin
to
the
smooth
face
of
a
rock
.
This
was
enviable
.
As
I
looked
at
him
,
flanking
on
one
side
the
unassuming
pale-faced
magistrate
who
presided
at
the
inquiry
,
his
self-satisfaction
presented
to
me
and
to
the
world
a
surface
as
hard
as
granite
.
He
committed
suicide
very
soon
after
.
'
No
wonder
Jim
's
case
bored
him
,
and
while
I
thought
with
something
akin
to
fear
of
the
immensity
of
his
contempt
for
the
young
man
under
examination
,
he
was
probably
holding
silent
inquiry
into
his
own
case
.
The
verdict
must
have
been
of
unmitigated
guilt
,
and
he
took
the
secret
of
the
evidence
with
him
in
that
leap
into
the
sea
.
If
I
understand
anything
of
men
,
the
matter
was
no
doubt
of
the
gravest
import
,
one
of
those
trifles
that
awaken
ideas
--
start
into
life
some
thought
with
which
a
man
unused
to
such
a
companionship
finds
it
impossible
to
live
.
I
am
in
a
position
to
know
that
it
was
n't
money
,
and
it
was
n't
drink
,
and
it
was
n't
woman
.
He
jumped
overboard
at
sea
barely
a
week
after
the
end
of
the
inquiry
,
and
less
than
three
days
after
leaving
port
on
his
outward
passage
;
as
though
on
that
exact
spot
in
the
midst
of
waters
he
had
suddenly
perceived
the
gates
of
the
other
world
flung
open
wide
for
his
reception
.
'
Yet
it
was
not
a
sudden
impulse
.
His
grey-headed
mate
,
a
first-rate
sailor
and
a
nice
old
chap
with
strangers
,
but
in
his
relations
with
his
commander
the
surliest
chief
officer
I
've
ever
seen
,
would
tell
the
story
with
tears
in
his
eyes
.
It
appears
that
when
he
came
on
deck
in
the
morning
Brierly
had
been
writing
in
the
chart-room
.
"
It
was
ten
minutes
to
four
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
the
middle
watch
was
not
relieved
yet
of
course
.
He
heard
my
voice
on
the
bridge
speaking
to
the
second
mate
,
and
called
me
in
.
I
was
loth
to
go
,
and
that
's
the
truth
,
Captain
Marlow
--
I
could
n't
stand
poor
Captain
Brierly
,
I
tell
you
with
shame
;
we
never
know
what
a
man
is
made
of
.
He
had
been
promoted
over
too
many
heads
,
not
counting
my
own
,
and
he
had
a
damnable
trick
of
making
you
feel
small
,
nothing
but
by
the
way
he
said
'
Good
morning
.
'
I
never
addressed
him
,
sir
,
but
on
matters
of
duty
,
and
then
it
was
as
much
as
I
could
do
to
keep
a
civil
tongue
in
my
head
.
"
(
He
flattered
himself
there
.
I
often
wondered
how
Brierly
could
put
up
with
his
manners
for
more
than
half
a
voyage
.
)
"
I
've
a
wife
and
children
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
and
I
had
been
ten
years
in
the
Company
,
always
expecting
the
next
command
--
more
fool
I.
Says
he
,
just
like
this
:
'
Come
in
here
,
Mr.
Jones
,
'
in
that
swagger
voice
of
his
--
'
Come
in
here
,
Mr.
Jones
.
'
In
I
went
.
'
We
'll
lay
down
her
position
,
'
says
he
,
stooping
over
the
chart
,
a
pair
of
dividers
in
hand
.
By
the
standing
orders
,
the
officer
going
off
duty
would
have
done
that
at
the
end
of
his
watch
.
However
,
I
said
nothing
,
and
looked
on
while
he
marked
off
the
ship
's
position
with
a
tiny
cross
and
wrote
the
date
and
the
time
.
I
can
see
him
this
moment
writing
his
neat
figures
:
seventeen
,
eight
,
four
A.
M
.
The
year
would
be
written
in
red
ink
at
the
top
of
the
chart
.
He
never
used
his
charts
more
than
a
year
,
Captain
Brierly
did
n't
.
I
've
the
chart
now
.
When
he
had
done
he
stands
looking
down
at
the
mark
he
had
made
and
smiling
to
himself
,
then
looks
up
at
me
.
'
Thirty-two
miles
more
as
she
goes
,
'
says
he
,
'
and
then
we
shall
be
clear
,
and
you
may
alter
the
course
twenty
degrees
to
the
southward
.
'
"'
We
were
passing
to
the
north
of
the
Hector
Bank
that
voyage
.
I
said
,
'
All
right
,
sir
,
'
wondering
what
he
was
fussing
about
,
since
I
had
to
call
him
before
altering
the
course
anyhow
.
lust
then
eight
bells
were
struck
:
we
came
out
on
the
bridge
,
and
the
second
mate
before
going
off
mentions
in
the
usual
way
--
'
Seventy-one
on
the
log
.
'
Captain
Brierly
looks
at
the
compass
and
then
all
round
.
It
was
dark
and
clear
,
and
all
the
stars
were
out
as
plain
as
on
a
frosty
night
in
high
latitudes
.
Suddenly
he
says
with
a
sort
of
a
little
sigh
:
'
I
am
going
aft
,
and
shall
set
the
log
at
zero
for
you
myself
,
so
that
there
can
be
no
mistake
.
Thirty-two
miles
more
on
this
course
and
then
you
are
safe
.
Let
's
see
--
the
correction
on
the
log
is
six
per
cent
.
additive
;
say
,
then
,
thirty
by
the
dial
to
run
,
and
you
may
come
twenty
degrees
to
starboard
at
once
.
No
use
losing
any
distance
--
is
there
?
'
I
had
never
heard
him
talk
so
much
at
a
stretch
,
and
to
no
purpose
as
it
seemed
to
me
.
I
said
nothing
.
He
went
down
the
ladder
,
and
the
dog
,
that
was
always
at
his
heels
whenever
he
moved
,
night
or
day
,
followed
,
sliding
nose
first
,
after
him
.
I
heard
his
boot-heels
tap
,
tap
on
the
after-deck
,
then
he
stopped
and
spoke
to
the
dog
--
'
Go
back
,
Rover
.
On
the
bridge
,
boy
!
Go
on
--
get
.
'
Then
he
calls
out
to
me
from
the
dark
,
'
Shut
that
dog
up
in
the
chart-room
,
Mr.
Jones
--
will
you
?
'
"'
This
was
the
last
time
I
heard
his
voice
,
Captain
Marlow
.
These
are
the
last
words
he
spoke
in
the
hearing
of
any
living
human
being
,
sir
.
"
At
this
point
the
old
chap
's
voice
got
quite
unsteady
.
"
He
was
afraid
the
poor
brute
would
jump
after
him
,
do
n't
you
see
?
"
he
pursued
with
a
quaver
.
"
Yes
,
Captain
Marlow
.
He
set
the
log
for
me
;
he
--
would
you
believe
it
?
--
he
put
a
drop
of
oil
in
it
too
.
There
was
the
oil-feeder
where
he
left
it
near
by
.
The
boat
--
swain
's
mate
got
the
hose
along
aft
to
wash
down
at
half-past
five
;
by-and-by
he
knocks
off
and
runs
up
on
the
bridge
--
'
Will
you
please
come
aft
,
Mr.
Jones
,
'
he
says
.
'
There
's
a
funny
thing
.
I
do
n't
like
to
touch
it
.
'
It
was
Captain
Brierly
's
gold
chronometer
watch
carefully
hung
under
the
rail
by
its
chain
.
