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I
myself
remember
that
a
Norwegian
barque
bound
out
with
a
cargo
of
pitch-pine
had
been
given
up
as
missing
about
that
time
,
and
it
was
just
the
sort
of
craft
that
would
capsize
in
a
squall
and
float
bottom
up
for
months
--
a
kind
of
maritime
ghoul
on
the
prowl
to
kill
ships
in
the
dark
.
Such
wandering
corpses
are
common
enough
in
the
North
Atlantic
,
which
is
haunted
by
all
the
terrors
of
the
sea
,
--
fogs
,
icebergs
,
dead
ships
bent
upon
mischief
,
and
long
sinister
gales
that
fasten
upon
one
like
a
vampire
till
all
the
strength
and
the
spirit
and
even
hope
are
gone
,
and
one
feels
like
the
empty
shell
of
a
man
.
But
there
--
in
those
seas
--
the
incident
was
rare
enough
to
resemble
a
special
arrangement
of
a
malevolent
providence
,
which
,
unless
it
had
for
its
object
the
killing
of
a
donkeyman
and
the
bringing
of
worse
than
death
upon
Jim
,
appeared
an
utterly
aimless
piece
of
devilry
.
This
view
occurring
to
me
took
off
my
attention
.
For
a
time
I
was
aware
of
the
magistrate
's
voice
as
a
sound
merely
;
but
in
a
moment
it
shaped
itself
into
distinct
words
...
"
in
utter
disregard
of
their
plain
duty
,
"
it
said
.
The
next
sentence
escaped
me
somehow
,
and
then
...
"
abandoning
in
the
moment
of
danger
the
lives
and
property
confided
to
their
charge
"
.
.
.
went
on
the
voice
evenly
,
and
stopped
.
A
pair
of
eyes
under
the
white
forehead
shot
darkly
a
glance
above
the
edge
of
the
paper
.
I
looked
for
Jim
hurriedly
,
as
though
I
had
expected
him
to
disappear
.
He
was
very
still
--
but
he
was
there
.
He
sat
pink
and
fair
and
extremely
attentive
.
"
Therefore
,
...
"
began
the
voice
emphatically
.
He
stared
with
parted
lips
,
hanging
upon
the
words
of
the
man
behind
the
desk
.
These
came
out
into
the
stillness
wafted
on
the
wind
made
by
the
punkahs
,
and
I
,
watching
for
their
effect
upon
him
,
caught
only
the
fragments
of
official
language
...
"
The
Court
...
Gustav
So-and-so
...
master
...
native
of
Germany
...
James
So-and-so
...
mate
...
certificates
cancelled
.
"
A
silence
fell
.
The
magistrate
had
dropped
the
paper
,
and
,
leaning
sideways
on
the
arm
of
his
chair
,
began
to
talk
with
Brierly
easily
.
People
started
to
move
out
;
others
were
pushing
in
,
and
I
also
made
for
the
door
.
Outside
I
stood
still
,
and
when
Jim
passed
me
on
his
way
to
the
gate
,
I
caught
at
his
arm
and
detained
him
.
The
look
he
gave
discomposed
me
,
as
though
I
had
been
responsible
for
his
state
he
looked
at
me
as
if
I
had
been
the
embodied
evil
of
life
.
"
It
's
all
over
,
"
I
stammered
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
thickly
.
"
And
now
let
no
man
...
"
He
jerked
his
arm
out
of
my
grasp
.
I
watched
his
back
as
he
went
away
.
It
was
a
long
street
,
and
he
remained
in
sight
for
some
time
.
He
walked
rather
slow
,
and
straddling
his
legs
a
little
,
as
if
he
had
found
it
difficult
to
keep
a
straight
line
.
Just
before
I
lost
him
I
fancied
he
staggered
a
bit
.
"'
Man
overboard
,
"
said
a
deep
voice
behind
me
.
Turning
round
,
I
saw
a
fellow
I
knew
slightly
,
a
West
Australian
;
Chester
was
his
name
.
He
,
too
,
had
been
looking
after
Jim
.
He
was
a
man
with
an
immense
girth
of
chest
,
a
rugged
,
clean-shaved
face
of
mahogany
colour
,
and
two
blunt
tufts
of
iron-grey
,
thick
,
wiry
hairs
on
his
upper
lip
.
He
had
been
pearler
,
wrecker
,
trader
,
whaler
too
,
I
believe
;
in
his
own
words
--
anything
and
everything
a
man
may
be
at
sea
,
but
a
pirate
.
The
Pacific
,
north
and
south
,
was
his
proper
hunting-ground
;
but
he
had
wandered
so
far
afield
looking
for
a
cheap
steamer
to
buy
.
Lately
he
had
discovered
--
so
he
said
--
a
guano
island
somewhere
,
but
its
approaches
were
dangerous
,
and
the
anchorage
,
such
as
it
was
,
could
not
be
considered
safe
,
to
say
the
least
of
it
.
"
As
good
as
a
gold-mine
,
"
he
would
exclaim
.
"
Right
bang
in
the
middle
of
the
Walpole
Reefs
,
and
if
it
's
true
enough
that
you
can
get
no
holding-ground
anywhere
in
less
than
forty
fathom
,
then
what
of
that
?
There
are
the
hurricanes
,
too
.
But
it
's
a
first-rate
thing
.
As
good
as
a
gold-mine
--
better
!
Yet
there
's
not
a
fool
of
them
that
will
see
it
.
I
ca
n't
get
a
skipper
or
a
shipowner
to
go
near
the
place
.
So
I
made
up
my
mind
to
cart
the
blessed
stuff
myself
.
"
...
This
was
what
he
required
a
steamer
for
,
and
I
knew
he
was
just
then
negotiating
enthusiastically
with
a
Parsee
firm
for
an
old
,
brig-rigged
,
sea-anachronism
of
ninety
horse-power
.
We
had
met
and
spoken
together
several
times
.
He
looked
knowingly
after
Jim
.
"
Takes
it
to
heart
?
"
he
asked
scornfully
.
"
Very
much
,
"
I
said
.
"
Then
he
's
no
good
,
"
he
opined
.
"
What
's
all
the
to-do
about
?
A
bit
of
ass
's
skin
.
That
never
yet
made
a
man
.
You
must
see
things
exactly
as
they
are
--
if
you
do
n't
,
you
may
just
as
well
give
in
at
once
.
You
will
never
do
anything
in
this
world
.
Look
at
me
.
I
made
it
a
practice
never
to
take
anything
to
heart
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
I
said
,
"
you
see
things
as
they
are
.
"
"
I
wish
I
could
see
my
partner
coming
along
,
that
's
what
I
wish
to
see
,
"
he
said
.
"
Know
my
partner
?
Old
Robinson
.
Yes
;
the
Robinson
.
Do
n't
you
know
?
The
notorious
Robinson
.
The
man
who
smuggled
more
opium
and
bagged
more
seals
in
his
time
than
any
loose
Johnny
now
alive
.
They
say
he
used
to
board
the
sealing-schooners
up
Alaska
way
when
the
fog
was
so
thick
that
the
Lord
God
,
He
alone
,
could
tell
one
man
from
another
.
Holy-Terror
Robinson
.
That
's
the
man
.
He
is
with
me
in
that
guano
thing
.
The
best
chance
he
ever
came
across
in
his
life
.
"
He
put
his
lips
to
my
ear
.
"
Cannibal
?
--
well
,
they
used
to
give
him
the
name
years
and
years
ago
.
You
remember
the
story
?
A
shipwreck
on
the
west
side
of
Stewart
Island
;
that
's
right
;
seven
of
them
got
ashore
,
and
it
seems
they
did
not
get
on
very
well
together
.
Some
men
are
too
cantankerous
for
anything
--
do
n't
know
how
to
make
the
best
of
a
bad
job
--
do
n't
see
things
as
they
are
--
as
they
are
,
my
boy
!
And
then
what
's
the
consequence
?
Obvious
!
Trouble
,
trouble
;
as
likely
as
not
a
knock
on
the
head
;
and
serve
'
em
right
too
.
That
sort
is
the
most
useful
when
it
's
dead
.
The
story
goes
that
a
boat
of
Her
Majesty
's
ship
Wolverine
found
him
kneeling
on
the
kelp
,
naked
as
the
day
he
was
born
,
and
chanting
some
psalm-tune
or
other
;
light
snow
was
falling
at
the
time
.
He
waited
till
the
boat
was
an
oar
's
length
from
the
shore
,
and
then
up
and
away
.
They
chased
him
for
an
hour
up
and
down
the
boulders
,
till
a
marine
flung
a
stone
that
took
him
behind
the
ear
providentially
and
knocked
him
senseless
.
Alone
?
Of
course
.
But
that
's
like
that
tale
of
sealing-schooners
;
the
Lord
God
knows
the
right
and
the
wrong
of
that
story
.
The
cutter
did
not
investigate
much
.
They
wrapped
him
in
a
boat-cloak
and
took
him
off
as
quick
as
they
could
,
with
a
dark
night
coming
on
,
the
weather
threatening
,
and
the
ship
firing
recall
guns
every
five
minutes
.
Three
weeks
afterwards
he
was
as
well
as
ever
.
He
did
n't
allow
any
fuss
that
was
made
on
shore
to
upset
him
;
he
just
shut
his
lips
tight
,
and
let
people
screech
.
It
was
bad
enough
to
have
lost
his
ship
,
and
all
he
was
worth
besides
,
without
paying
attention
to
the
hard
names
they
called
him
.
That
's
the
man
for
me
.
"
He
lifted
his
arm
for
a
signal
to
some
one
down
the
street
.
"
He
's
got
a
little
money
,
so
I
had
to
let
him
into
my
thing
.
Had
to
!
It
would
have
been
sinful
to
throw
away
such
a
find
,
and
I
was
cleaned
out
myself
.
It
cut
me
to
the
quick
,
but
I
could
see
the
matter
just
as
it
was
,
and
if
I
must
share
--
thinks
I
--
with
any
man
,
then
give
me
Robinson
.
I
left
him
at
breakfast
in
the
hotel
to
come
to
court
,
because
I
've
an
idea
...
Ah
!
Good
morning
,
Captain
Robinson
...
Friend
of
mine
,
Captain
Robinson
.
"
'
An
emaciated
patriarch
in
a
suit
of
white
drill
,
a
solah
topi
with
a
green-lined
rim
on
a
head
trembling
with
age
,
joined
us
after
crossing
the
street
in
a
trotting
shuffle
,
and
stood
propped
with
both
hands
on
the
handle
of
an
umbrella
.
A
white
beard
with
amber
streaks
hung
lumpily
down
to
his
waist
.
He
blinked
his
creased
eyelids
at
me
in
a
bewildered
way
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
how
do
you
do
?
"
he
piped
amiably
,
and
tottered
.
"
A
little
deaf
,
"
said
Chester
aside
.
"
Did
you
drag
him
over
six
thousand
miles
to
get
a
cheap
steamer
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
would
have
taken
him
twice
round
the
world
as
soon
as
look
at
him
,
"
said
Chester
with
immense
energy
.
"
The
steamer
will
be
the
making
of
us
,
my
lad
.
Is
it
my
fault
that
every
skipper
and
shipowner
in
the
whole
of
blessed
Australasia
turns
out
a
blamed
fool
?
Once
I
talked
for
three
hours
to
a
man
in
Auckland
.
'
Send
a
ship
,
'
I
said
,
'
send
a
ship
.
I
'll
give
you
half
of
the
first
cargo
for
yourself
,
free
gratis
for
nothing
--
just
to
make
a
good
start
.
'
Says
he
,
'
I
would
n't
do
it
if
there
was
no
other
place
on
earth
to
send
a
ship
to
.
'
Perfect
ass
,
of
course
.
Rocks
,
currents
,
no
anchorage
,
sheer
cliff
to
lay
to
,
no
insurance
company
would
take
the
risk
,
did
n't
see
how
he
could
get
loaded
under
three
years
.
Ass
!
I
nearly
went
on
my
knees
to
him
.
'
But
look
at
the
thing
as
it
is
,
'
says
I.
'
Damn
rocks
and
hurricanes
.
Look
at
it
as
it
is
.
There
's
guano
there
Queensland
sugar-planters
would
fight
for
--
fight
for
on
the
quay
,
I
tell
you
.
'
...
What
can
you
do
with
a
fool
?
...
'
That
's
one
of
your
little
jokes
,
Chester
,
'
he
says
...
Joke
!
I
could
have
wept
.
Ask
Captain
Robinson
here
...
And
there
was
another
shipowning
fellow
--
a
fat
chap
in
a
white
waistcoat
in
Wellington
,
who
seemed
to
think
I
was
up
to
some
swindle
or
other
.
'
I
do
n't
know
what
sort
of
fool
you
're
looking
for
,
'
he
says
,
'
but
I
am
busy
just
now
.
Good
morning
.
'
I
longed
to
take
him
in
my
two
hands
and
smash
him
through
the
window
of
his
own
office
.
But
I
did
n't
.
I
was
as
mild
as
a
curate
.
'
Think
of
it
,
'
says
I.
'
Do
think
it
over
.
I
'll
call
to-morrow
.
'
He
grunted
something
about
being
'
out
all
day
.
'
On
the
stairs
I
felt
ready
to
beat
my
head
against
the
wall
from
vexation
.
Captain
Robinson
here
can
tell
you
.
It
was
awful
to
think
of
all
that
lovely
stuff
lying
waste
under
the
sun
--
stuff
that
would
send
the
sugar-cane
shooting
sky-high
.
The
making
of
Queensland
!
The
making
of
Queensland
!
And
in
Brisbane
,
where
I
went
to
have
a
last
try
,
they
gave
me
the
name
of
a
lunatic
.
Idiots
!
The
only
sensible
man
I
came
across
was
the
cabman
who
drove
me
about
.
A
broken-down
swell
he
was
,
I
fancy
.
Hey
!
Captain
Robinson
?
You
remember
I
told
you
about
my
cabby
in
Brisbane
--
do
n't
you
?
The
chap
had
a
wonderful
eye
for
things
.
He
saw
it
all
in
a
jiffy
.
It
was
a
real
pleasure
to
talk
with
him
.
One
evening
after
a
devil
of
a
day
amongst
shipowners
I
felt
so
bad
that
,
says
I
,
'
I
must
get
drunk
.
Come
along
;
I
must
get
drunk
,
or
I
'll
go
mad
.
'
'
I
am
your
man
,
'
he
says
;
'
go
ahead
.
'
I
do
n't
know
what
I
would
have
done
without
him
.
Hey
!
Captain
Robinson
.
"
