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For
an
endless
period
,
as
it
seemed
to
me
,
I
lay
with
my
head
on
the
thwart
watching
the
schooner
(
she
was
a
little
ship
,
schooner-rigged
fore
and
aft
)
come
up
out
of
the
sea
.
She
kept
tacking
to
and
fro
in
a
widening
compass
,
for
she
was
sailing
dead
into
the
wind
.
It
never
entered
my
head
to
attempt
to
attract
attention
,
and
I
do
not
remember
anything
distinctly
after
the
sight
of
her
side
until
I
found
myself
in
a
little
cabin
aft
.
There
's
a
dim
half-memory
of
being
lifted
up
to
the
gangway
,
and
of
a
big
red
countenance
covered
with
freckles
and
surrounded
with
red
hair
staring
at
me
over
the
bulwarks
.
I
also
had
a
disconnected
impression
of
a
dark
face
,
with
extraordinary
eyes
,
close
to
mine
;
but
that
I
thought
was
a
nightmare
,
until
I
met
it
again
.
I
fancy
I
recollect
some
stuff
being
poured
in
between
my
teeth
;
and
that
is
all
.
The
cabin
in
which
I
found
myself
was
small
and
rather
untidy
.
A
youngish
man
with
flaxen
hair
,
a
bristly
straw-coloured
moustache
,
and
a
dropping
nether
lip
,
was
sitting
and
holding
my
wrist
.
For
a
minute
we
stared
at
each
other
without
speaking
.
He
had
watery
grey
eyes
,
oddly
void
of
expression
.
Then
just
overhead
came
a
sound
like
an
iron
bedstead
being
knocked
about
,
and
the
low
angry
growling
of
some
large
animal
.
At
the
same
time
the
man
spoke
.
He
repeated
his
question
,
--
"
How
do
you
feel
now
?
"
I
think
I
said
I
felt
all
right
.
I
could
not
recollect
how
I
had
got
there
.
He
must
have
seen
the
question
in
my
face
,
for
my
voice
was
inaccessible
to
me
.
"
You
were
picked
up
in
a
boat
,
starving
.
The
name
on
the
boat
was
the
'
Lady
Vain
,
'
and
there
were
spots
of
blood
on
the
gunwale
.
"
At
the
same
time
my
eye
caught
my
hand
,
thin
so
that
it
looked
like
a
dirty
skin-purse
full
of
loose
bones
,
and
all
the
business
of
the
boat
came
back
to
me
.
"
Have
some
of
this
,
"
said
he
,
and
gave
me
a
dose
of
some
scarlet
stuff
,
iced
.
It
tasted
like
blood
,
and
made
me
feel
stronger
.
"
You
were
in
luck
,
"
said
he
,
"
to
get
picked
up
by
a
ship
with
a
medical
man
aboard
.
"
He
spoke
with
a
slobbering
articulation
,
with
the
ghost
of
a
lisp
.
"
What
ship
is
this
?
"
I
said
slowly
,
hoarse
from
my
long
silence
.
"
It
's
a
little
trader
from
Arica
and
Callao
.
