\"Well，Leach，areyougoingfor’ard？\"WolfLarsenasked。
\"Yes，sir，\"cametheanswerofaspiritcowed。
\"Andyou？\"Iwasasked。
\"I’llgiveyouathousand——\"Ibegan，butwasinterrupted。
\"Stowthat！Areyougoingtotakeupyourdutiesascabin—boy？OrdoIhavetotakeyouinhand？\"
WhatwasItodo？Tobebrutallybeaten，tobekilledperhaps，wouldnothelpmycase。Ilookedsteadilyintothecruelgrayeyes。Theymighthavebeengraniteforallthelightandwarmthofahumansoultheycontained。
Onemayseethesoulstirinsomemen’seyes，buthiswerebleak，andcold，andgrayastheseaitself。
\"Well？\"
\"Yes，\"Isaid。
\"Say`yes，sir。’\"
\"Yes，sir，\"Icorrected。
\"Whatisyourname？\"
\"VanWeyden，sir。\"
\"Firstname？\"
\"Humphrey，sir；HumphreyVanWeyden。\"
\"Age？\"
\"Thirty—five，sir。\"
\"That’lldo。Gotothecookandlearnyourduties。\"
AndthusitwasthatIpassedintoastateofinvoluntaryservitudetoWolfLarsen。HewasstrongerthanI，thatwasall。Butitwasveryunrealatthetime。ItisnolessunrealnowthatIlookbackuponit。Itwillalwaysbetomeamonstrous，inconceivablething，ahorriblenightmare。
\"Holdon，don’tgoyet。\"
Istoppedobedientlyinmywalktowardthegalley。
\"Johansen，callallhands。Nowthatwe’veeverythingcleanedup，we’llhavethefuneralandgetthedecksclearedofuselesslumber。\"
WhileJohansenwassummoningthewatchbelow，acoupleofsailors，underthecaptain’sdirection，laidthecanvas—swathedcorpseuponahatch—cover。
Oneithersidethedeck，againsttherailandbottomsup，werelashedanumberofsmallboats。Severalmenpickedupthehatch—coverwithitsghastlyfreight，carriedittotheleeside，andresteditontheboats，thefeetpointingoverboard。Tothefeetwasattachedthesackofcoalwhichthecookhadfetched。
Ihadalwaysconceivedaburialatseatobeaverysolemnandawe—inspiringevent，butIwasquicklydisillusioned，bythisburialatanyrate。Oneofthehunters，alittledark—eyedmanwhomhismatescalled\"Smoke，\"wastellingstories，liberallyintersprinkledwithoathsandobscenities；andeveryminuteorsothegroupofhuntersgavemouthtoalaughterthatsoundedtomelikeawolf—chorusorthebarkingofhell—hounds。Thesailorstroopednoisilyaft，someofthewatchbelowrubbingthesleepfromtheireyes，andtalkedinlowtonestogether。Therewasanominousandworriedexpressionontheirfaces。Itwasevidentthattheydidnotliketheoutlookofavoyageundersuchacaptainandbegunsoinauspiciously。FromtimetotimetheystoleglancesatWolfLarsen，andIcouldseethattheywereapprehensiveoftheman。
Hesteppeduptothehatch—cover，andallcapscameoff。Iranmyeyesoverthem——twentymenalltold，twenty—twoincludingthemanatthewheelandmyself。Iwaspardonablycuriousinmysurvey，foritappearedmyfatetobepentupwiththemonthisminiaturefloatingworldforIknewnothowmanyweeksormonths。Thesailors，inthemain，wereEnglishandScandinavian，andtheirfacesseemedoftheheavy，stolidorder。Thehunters，ontheotherhand，hadstrongerandmorediversifiedfaces，withhardlinesandthemarksofthefreeplayofpassions。Strangetosay，andInoteditatonce，WolfLarsen’sfeaturesshowednosuchevilstamp。Thereseemednothingviciousinthem。True，therewerelines，buttheywerethelinesofdecisionandfirmness。Itseemed，rather，afrankandopencountenance，whichfranknessoropennesswasenhancedbythefactthathewassmooth—
shaven。Icouldhardlybelieve，untilthenextincidentoccurred，thatitwasthefaceofamanwhocouldbehaveashehadbehavedtothecabin—boy。
Atthismoment，asheopenedhismouthtospeak，puffafterpuffstrucktheschoonerandpressedhersideunder。Thewindshriekedawildsongthroughtherigging。Someofthehuntersglancedanxiouslyaloft。Theleerail，wherethedeadmanlay，wasburiedinthesea，andastheschoonerliftedandrightedthewatersweptacrossthedeck，wettingusaboveourshoe—tops。Ashowerofraindrovedownuponus，eachdropstinginglikeahailstone。Asitpassed，WolfLarsenbegantospeak，thebare—headedmenswayinginunisontotheheaveandlungeofthedeck。
\"Ionlyrememberonepartoftheservice，\"hesaid，\"andthatis，`Andthebodyshallbecastintothesea。’Socastitin。\"
Heceasedspeaking。Themenholdingthehatch—coverseemedperplexed，puzzlednodoubtbythebriefnessoftheceremony。Heburstupontheminafury。
\"Liftupthatendthere，damnyou！Whatthehell’sthematterwithyou？\"
Theyelevatedtheendofthehatch—coverwithpitifulhaste，and，likeadogflungoverside，thedeadmanslidfeetfirstintothesea。Thecoalathisfeetdraggedhimdown。Hewasgone。
\"Johansen，\"WolfLarsensaidbrisklytothenewmate，\"keepallhandsondecknowthey’rehere。Getinthetopsailsandjibsandmakeagoodjobofit。We’reinforasou’easter。Betterreefthejibandmainsail，too，whileyou’reaboutit。\"
Inamomentthedeckswereincommotion，Johansenbellowingordersandthemenpullingorlettinggoropesofvarioussorts——allnaturallyconfusingtoalandsmansuchasmyself。Butitwastheheartlessnessofitthatespeciallystruckme。Thedeadmanwasanepisodethatwaspast，anincidentthatwasdropped，inacanvascoveringwithasackofcoal，whiletheshipspedalongandherworkwenton。Nobodyhadbeenaffected。ThehunterswerelaughingatafreshstoryofSmoke’s；themenpullingandhauling，andtwoofthemclimbingaloft；WolfLarsenwasstudyingthecloudingskytowindward；andthedeadman，dyingobscenely，buriedsordidly，andsinkingdown，down——
Thenitwasthatthecrueltyofthesea，itsrelentlessnessandawfulness，rusheduponme。Lifehadbecomecheapandtawdry，abeastlyandinarticulatething，asoullessstirringoftheoozeandslime。heldontotheweatherrail，closebytheshrouds，andgazedoutacrossthedesolatefoamingwavestothelow—lyingfog—banksthathidSanFranciscoandtheCaliforniacoast。
Rain—squallsweredrivinginbetween，andIcouldscarcelyseethefog。
Andthisstrangevessel，withitsterriblemen，pressedunderbywindandseaandeverleapingupandout，washeadingawayintothesouthwest，intothegreatandlonelyPacificexpanse。
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Whathappenedtomenextonthesealing—schoonerGhost，asstrovetofitintomynewenvironment，aremattersofhumiliationandpain。Thecook，whowascalled\"thedoctor\"bythecrew，\"Tommy\"bythehunters，and\"Cooky\"byWolfLarsen，wasachangedperson。Thedifferenceworkedinmystatusbroughtaboutacorrespondingdifferenceintreatmentfromhim。Servileandfawningashehadbeenbefore，hewasnowasdomineeringandbellicose。Intruth，Iwasnolongerthefinegentlemanwithaskinsoftasa\"lydy’s，\"butonlyanordinaryandveryworthlesscabin—boy。
HeabsurdlyinsisteduponmyaddressinghimasMr。Mugridge，andhisbehaviorandcarriagewereinsufferableasheshowedmemyduties。Besidesmyworkinthecabin，withitsfoursmallstaterooms，wassupposedtobehisassistantinthegalley，andmycolossalignoranceconcerningsuchthingsaspeelingpotatoesorwashinggreasypotswasasourceofunendingandsarcasticwondertohim。HerefusedtotakeintoconsiderationwhatIwas，or，rather，whatmylifeandthethingsIwasaccustomedtohadbeen。Thiswaspartoftheattitudehechosetoadopttowardme；andI
confess，erethedaywasdone，thathatedhimwithmorelivelyfeelingsthanIhadeverhatedanyoneinmylifebefore。
ThisfirstdaywasmademoredifficultformefromthefactthattheGhost，underclosereefs，（termssuchastheseIdidnotlearntilllater），wasplungingthroughwhatMr。Mugridgecalledan\"’owlin’sou’easter。\"
Athalf—pastfive，underhisdirections，Isetthetableinthecabin，withrough—weathertraysinplace，andthencarriedtheteaandcookedfooddownfromthegalley。Inthisconnectioncannotforbearrelatingmyfirstexperiencewithaboardingsea。
\"Looksharporyou’llgetdoused，\"wasMr。Mugridge’spartinginjunction，asIleftthegalleywithabigtea—potinonehand，andinthehollowoftheotherarmseveralloavesoffresh—bakedbread。Oneofthehunters，atall，loose—jointedchapnamedHenderson，wasgoingaftatthetimefromthesteerage，（thenamethehuntersfacetiouslygavetheirmidshipssleepingquarters），tothecabin。WolfLarsenwasonthepoop，smokinghiseverlastingcigar。
\"’Ereshecomes。Slingyer’ook！\"thecookcried。
Istopped，forIdidnotknowwhatwascoming，andsawthegalleydoorslideshutwithabang。ThenIsawHendersonleapinglikeamadmanforthemainrigging，upwhichheshot，ontheinside，tillhewasmanyfeethigherthanmyhead。AlsoIsawagreatwave，curlingandfoaming，poisedfarabovetherail。Iwasdirectlyunderit。Myminddidnotworkquickly，everythingwassonewandstrange。IgraspedthatIwasindanger，butthatwasall。Istoodstill，intrepidation。ThenWolfLarsenshoutedfromthepoop：
\"Grabholdsomething，you——youHump！\"
Butitwastoolate。Isprangtowardtherigging，towhichmighthaveclung，andwasmetbythedescendingwallofwater。Whathappenedafterthatwasveryconfusing。Iwasbeneaththewater，suffocatinganddrowning。
Myfeetwereoutfromunderme，andIwasturningoverandoverandbeingsweptalongIknewnotwhere。SeveraltimesIcollidedagainsthardobjects，oncestrikingmyrightkneeaterribleblow。ThenthefloodseemedsuddenlytosubsideandIwasbreathingthegoodairagain。Ihadbeensweptagainstthegalleyandaroundthesteeragecompanionwayfromtheweathersideintotheleescuppers。Thepainfrommyhurtkneewasagonizing。Icouldnotputmyweightonit，or，atleast，IthoughtIcouldnotputmyweightonit；andIfeltsurethelegwasbroken。Butthecookwasafterme，shoutingthroughtheleegalleydoor：
\"’Ere，you！Don’ttykeallnightaboutit！Where’sthepot？Lostoverboard？
Serveyoubloodywellrightifyerneckwasbroke！\"
Imanagedtostruggletomyfeet。Thegreattea—potwasstillinmyhand。Ilimpedtothegalleyandhandedittohim。Buthewasconsumingwithindignation，realorfeigned。
\"Gawdblimemeifyouayn’taslob。Wot’reyougoodforanyw’y，I’dliketoknow？Eh？Wot’reyougoodforanyw’y？Cawn’tevencarryabitofteaaftwithoutlosin’it。NowI’ll’avetoboilsomemore。
\"An’wot’reyousnifflin’about？\"heburstoutatme，withrenewedrage。
\"’Cosyou’ve’urtyerporelittleleg，porelittlemamma’sdarlin’。\"
Iwasnotsniffling，thoughmyfacemightwellhavebeendrawnandtwitchingfromthepain。ButIcalledupallmyresolution，setmyteeth，andhobbledbackandforthfromgalleytocabinandcabintogalleywithoutfurthermishap。TwothingsIhadacquiredbymyaccident：aninjuredkneecapthatwentundressedandfromwhichsufferedforwearymonths，andthenameof\"Hump，\"whichWolfLarsenhadcalledmefromthepoop。Thereafter，foreandaft，Iwasknownbynoothername，untilthetermbecameapartofmythought—processesandidentifieditwithmyself，thoughtofmyselfasHump，asthoughHumpwereIandhadalwaysbeenI。
Itwasnoeasytask，waitingonthecabintable，wheresatWolfLarsen，Johansen，andthesixhunters。Thecabinwassmall，tobeginwith，andtomovearound，asIwascompelledto，wasnotmadeeasierbytheschooner’sviolentpitchingandwallowing。Butwhatstruckmemostforciblywasthetotallackofsympathyonthepartofthemenwhomserved。Icouldfeelmykneethroughmyclothes，swelling，andswelling，andIwassickandfaintfromthepainofit。Icouldcatchglimpsesofmyface，whiteandghastly，distortedwithpain，inthecabinmirror。Allthemenmusthaveseenmycondition，butnotonespokeortooknoticeofme，tillIwasalmostgratefultoWolfLarsen，lateron，（Iwaswashingthedishes），whenhesaid：
\"Don’tletalittlethinglikethatbotheryou。You’llgetusedtosuchthingsintime。Itmaycrippleyousome，butallthesameyou’llbelearningtowalk。
\"That’swhatyoucallaparadox，isn’tit？\"headded。
HeseemedpleasedwhenInoddedmyheadwiththecustomary\"Yes，sir。\"
\"Isupposeyouknowabitaboutliterarythings？Eh？Good。I’llhavesometalkswithyousometime。\"
Andthen，takingnofurtheraccountofme，heturnedhisbackandwentupondeck。
Thatnight，whenIhadfinishedanendlessamountofwork，wassenttosleepinthesteerage，whereImadeupasparebunk。Iwasgladtogetoutofthedetestablepresenceofthecookandtobeoffmyfeet。Tomysurprise，myclotheshaddriedonmeandthereseemednoindicationsofcatchingcold，eitherfromthelastsoakingorfromtheprolongedsoakingfromthefounderingoftheMartinez。Underordinarycircumstances，afterallthatIhadundergone，Ishouldhavebeenfitforbedandatrainednurse。
Butmykneewasbotheringmeterribly。AswellasIcouldmakeout，thekneecapseemedturneduponedgeinthemidstoftheswelling。AsI
satinmybunkexaminingit，（thesixhunterswereallinthesteerage，smokingandtalkinginloudvoices），Hendersontookapassingglanceatit。
\"Looksnasty，\"hecommented。\"Tiearagarounditandit’llbeallright。\"
Thatwasall；andonthelandIwouldhavebeenlyingonthebroadofmyback，withasurgeonattendingonme，andwithstrictinjunctionstodonothingbutrest。ButImustdothesemenjustice。Callousastheyweretomysuffering，theywereequallycalloustotheirownwhenanythingbefellthem。Andthiswasdue，Ibelieve，first，tohabit；andsecond，tothefactthattheywerelesssensitivelyorganized。Ireallybelievethatafinelyorganized，high—strungmanwouldsuffertwiceandthriceasmuchastheyfromalikeinjury。
TiredasIwas，exhausted，infact，Iwaspreventedfromsleepingbythepaininmyknee。ItwasallIcoulddotokeepfromgroaningaloud。
AthomeIshouldundoubtedlyhavegivenventtomyanguish；butthisnewandelementalenvironmentseemedtocallforasavagerepression。Likethesavage，theattitudeofthesemenwasstoicalingreatthings，childishinlittlethings。Iremember，laterinthevoyage，seeingKerfoot，anotherofthehunters，loseafingerbyhavingitsmashedtoajelly；andhedidnotevenmurmurorchangetheexpressiononhisface。YetIhaveseenthesameman，timeandagain，flyintothemostoutrageouspassionoveratrifle。
Hewasdoingitnow，vociferating，bellowing，wavinghisarms，andcursinglikeafiend，andallbecauseofadisagreementwithanotherhunterastowhetherasealpupknewinstinctivelyhowtoswim。Heheldthatitdid，thatitcouldswimthemomentitwasborn。Theotherhunter，Latimer，alean，Yankee—lookingfellowwithshrewd，narrow—slittedeyes，heldotherwise，heldthatthesealpupwasbornonthelandfornootherreasonthanthatitcouldnotswim，thatitsmotherwascompelledtoteachittoswimasbirdswerecompelledtoteachtheirnestlingshowtofly。
Forthemostpart，theremainingfourhuntersleanedonthetableorlayintheirbunksandleftthediscussiontothetwoantagonists。Buttheyweresupremelyinterested，foreverylittlewhiletheyardentlytooksides，andsometimesallweretalkingatonce，tilltheirvoicessurgedbackandforthinwavesofsoundlikemimicthunder—rollsintheconfinedspace。Childishandimmaterialasthetopicwas，thequalityoftheirreasoningwasstillmorechildishandimmaterial。Intruth，therewasverylittlereasoningornoneatall。Theirmethodwasoneofassertion，assumption，anddenunciation。Theyprovedthatasealpupcouldswimornotswimatbirthbystatingthepropositionverybellicoselyandthenfollowingitupwithanattackontheopposingman’sjudgment，commonsense，nationality，orpasthistory。Rebuttalwaspreciselysimilar。IhaverelatedthisinordertoshowthementalcaliberofthemenwithwhomIwasthrownincontact。
Intellectuallytheywerechildren，inhabitingthephysicalformsofmen。
Andtheysmoked，incessantlysmoked，usingacoarse，cheap，andoffensive—smellingtobacco。Theairwasthickandmurkywiththesmokeofit；andthis，combinedwiththeviolentmovementoftheshipasshestruggledthroughthestorm，wouldsurelyhavemademeseasickhadbeenavictimtothatmalady。Asitwas，itmademequitesqueamish，thoughthisnauseamighthavebeenduetothepainofmylegandexhaustion。
AsIlaytherethinking，Inaturallydweltuponmyselfandmysituation。
Itwasunparalleled，undreamed—of，thatI，HumphreyVanWeyden，ascholarandadilettante，ifyouplease，inthingsartisticandliterary，shouldbelyinghereonaBeringSeaseal—huntingschooner。Cabin—boy！Ihadneverdoneanyhardmanuallabor，orscullionlabor，inmylife。Ihadlivedaplacid，uneventful，sedentaryexistenceallmydays——thelifeofascholarandarecluseonanassuredandcomfortableincome。Violentlifeandathleticsportshadneverappealedtome。Ihadalwaysbeenabook—worm；
somysistersandfatherhadcalledmeduringmychildhood。Ihadgonecampingbutonceinmylife，andthenIleftthepartyalmostatitsstartandreturnedtothecomfortsandconveniencesofaroof。AndhereIwas，withdrearyandendlessvistasbeforemeoftable—setting，potato—peeling，anddish—washing。AndIwasnotstrong。ThedoctorshadalwayssaidthatIhadaremarkableconstitution，butIhadneverdevelopeditormybodythroughexercise。Mymusclesweresmallandsoft，likeawoman’s，orsothedoctorshadsaidtimeandagaininthecourseoftheirattemptstopersuademetogoinforphysical—culturefads。ButIhadpreferredtousemyhead，ratherthanmybody；andhereIwas，innofitconditionfortheroughlifeinprospect。
Thesearemerelyafewofthethingsthatwentthroughmymind，andarerelatedforthesakeofvindicatingmyselfinadvanceintheweakandhelplessr攍eIwasdestinedtoplay。ButIthought，also，ofmymotherandsisters，andpicturedtheirgrief。IwasamongthemissingdeadoftheMartinezdisaster，anunrecoveredbody。Icouldseethehead—linesinthepapers；thefellowsattheUniversityClubandtheBibelotshakingtheirheadsandsaying，\"Poorchap！\"AndIcouldseeCharleyFuruseth，asIhadsaidgood—bytohimthatmorning，lounginginadressing—gownonthebe—pillowedwindowcouchanddeliveringhimselfoforacularandpessimisticepigrams。
Andallthewhile，rolling，plunging，climbingthemovingmountainsandfallingandwallowinginthefoamingvalleys，theschoonerGhostwasfightingherwayfartherandfartherintotheheartofthePacific——andIwasonher。Icouldhearthewindabove。Itcametomyearsasamuffledroar。Nowandagainfeetstampedoverhead。Anendlesscreakingwasgoingonallaboutme，thewoodworkandthefittingsgroaningandsqueakingandcomplaininginathousandkeys。Thehunterswerestillarguingandroaringlikesomesemi—humanamphibiousbreed。Theairwasfilledwithoathsandindecentexpressions。Icouldseetheirfaces，flushedandangry，thebrutalitydistortedandemphasizedbythesicklyyellowofthesea—lampswhichrockedbackandforthwiththeship。Throughthedimsmoke—hazethebunkslookedlikethesleepingdensofanimalsinamenagerie。Oilskinsandsea—bootswerehangingfromthewalls，andhereandthereriflesandshotgunsrestedsecurelyintheracks。Itwasasea—fittingforthebuccaneersandpiratesofbygoneyears。Myimaginationranriot，andstillIcouldnotsleep。Anditwasalong，longnight，wearyanddrearyandlong。TheSeaWolf：Chapter5CHAPTER5
Butmyfirstnightinthehunters’steeragewasalsomylast。NextdayJohansen，thenewmate，wasroutedfromthecabinbyWolfLarsen，andsentintothesteeragetosleepthereafter，whileItookpossessionofthetinycabinstate—room，which，onthefirstdayofthevoyage，hadalreadyhadtwooccupants。Thereasonforthischangewasquicklylearnedbythehunters，andbecamethecauseofadealofgrumblingontheirpart。ItseemedthatJohansen，inhissleep，livedovereachnighttheeventsoftheday。HisincessanttalkingandshoutingandbellowingofordershadbeentoomuchforWolfLarsen，whohadaccordinglyfoistedthenuisanceuponhishunters。
Afterasleeplessnight，Iaroseweakandinagony，tohobblethroughmyseconddayontheGhost。ThomasMugridgeroutedmeoutathalf—pastfive，muchinthefashionthatBillSykesmusthaveroutedouthisdog；
butMr。Mugridge’sbrutalitytomewaspaidbackinkindandwithinterest。
Theunnecessarynoisehemade，（Ihadlainwide—eyedthewholenight），musthaveawakenedoneofthehunters；foraheavyshoewhizzedthroughthesemi—darkness，andMr。Mugridge，withasharphowlofpain，humblybeggedeverybody’spardon。Lateron，inthegalley，noticedthathisearwasbruisedandswollen。Itneverwententirelybacktoitsnormalshape，andwascalleda\"cauliflowerear\"bythesailors。
Thedaywasfilledwithmiserablevariety。Ihadtakenmydriedclothesdownfromthegalleythenightbefore，andthefirstthingIdidwastoexchangethecook’sgarmentsforthem。Ilookedformypurse。Inadditiontosomesmallchange，（andIhaveagoodmemoryforsuchthings），ithadcontainedonehundredandeighty—fivedollarsingoldandpaper。ThepurseIfound，butitscontents，withtheexceptionofthesmallsilver，hadbeenabstracted。Ispoketothecookaboutit，whenIwentondecktotakeupmydutiesinthegalley，andthoughIhadlookedforwardtoasurlyanswer，IhadnotexpectedthebelligerentharanguethatIreceived。
\"Look’ere，’Ump，\"hebegan，amaliciouslightinhiseyesandasnarlinhisthroat；\"d’yewantyernosepunched？IfyouthinkI’mathief，justkeepittoyerself，oryou’llfind’owbloodywellmistykenyouare。Strikemeblindifthisayn’tgratitudeforyer！’Ereyoucome，aporemis’rablespecimenof’umanscum，an’Itykesyerintomygalleyan’treatsyer’ansom，an’thisiswotIgetforit。Nex’timeyoucangoto’ell，sayI，an’
I’veagoodmindtogiveyouwhat—foranyw’y。\"
Sosaying，heputuphisfistsandstartedforme。Tomyshamebeit，Icoweredawayfromtheblowandranoutthegalleydoor。WhatelsewasItodo？Force，nothingbutforce，obtainedonthisbrute—ship。Moralsuasionwasathingunknown。Pictureittoyourself：amanofordinarystature，slenderofbuild，andwithweak，undevelopedmuscles，whohaslivedapeaceful，placidlife，andisunusedtoviolenceofanysort——
whatcouldsuchamanpossiblydo？TherewasnomorereasonthatIshouldstandandfacethesehumanbeaststhanthatshouldstandandfaceaninfuriatedbull。
SoIthoughtitoutatthetime，feelingtheneedforvindicationanddesiringtobeatpeacewithmyconscience。Butthisvindicationdidnotsatisfy。NortothisdaycanIpermitmymanhoodtolookbackuponthoseeventsandfeelentirelyexonerated。Thesituationwassomethingthatreallyexceededrationalformulasforconductanddemandedmorethanthecoldconclusionsofreason。Whenviewedinthelightofformallogic，thereisnotonethingofwhichtobeashamed；butneverthelessashameriseswithinmeattherecollection，andintheprideofmymanhoodIfeelthatmymanhoodhasinunaccountablewaysbeensmirchedandsullied。
Allofwhichisneitherherenorthere。Thespeedwithwhichranfromthegalleycausedexcruciatingpaininmyknee，andIsankdownhelplesslyatthebreakofthepoop。ButtheCockneyhadnotpursuedme。
\"Lookat’imrun！Lookat’imrun！\"Icouldhearhimcrying。\"An’withagymelegatthat！Comeonback，youporelittlemamma’sdarling。Iwon’t’ityer；no，Iwon’t。\"
Icamebackandwentonwithmywork；andheretheepisodeendedforthetime，thoughfurtherdevelopmentswereyettotakeplace。Isetthebreakfast—tableinthecabin，andatseveno’clockwaitedonthehuntersandofficers。Thestormhadevidentlybrokenduringthenight，thoughahugeseawasstillrunningandastiffwindblowing。Sailhadbeenmadeintheearlywatches，sothattheGhostwasracingalongundereverythingexceptthetwotopsailsandtheflyingjib。Thesethreesails，Igatheredfromtheconversation，weretobesetimmediatelyafterbreakfast。Ilearned，also，thatWolfLarsenwasanxioustomakethemostofthestorm，whichwasdrivinghimtothesouthwestintothatportionoftheseawhereheexpectedtopickupwiththenortheasttrades。ItwasbeforethissteadywindthathehopedtomakethemajorportionoftheruntoJapan，curvingsouthintothetropicsandnorthagainasheapproachedthecoastofAsia。
AfterbreakfastIhadanotherunenviableexperience。Whenhadfinishedwashingthedishes，Icleanedthecabinstoveandcarriedtheashesupondecktoemptythem。WolfLarsenandHendersonwerestandingnearthewheel，deepinconversation。Thesailor，Johnson，wassteering。AsIstartedtowardtheweathersideIsawhimmakeasuddenmotionwithhishead，whichImistookforatokenofrecognitionandgoodmorning。Inreality，hewasattemptingtowarnmetothrowmyashesovertheleeside。Unconsciousofmyblunder，IpassedbyWolfLarsenandthehunterandflungtheashesoverthesidetowindward。Thewinddrovethemback，andnotonlyoverme，butoverHendersonandWolfLarsen。Thenextinstantthelatterkickedme，violently，asacuriskicked。Ihadnotrealizedtherecouldbesomuchpaininakick。reeledawayfromhimandleanedagainstthecabininahalf—faintingcondition。Everythingwasswimmingbeforemyeyes，andIturnedsick。Thenauseaoverpoweredme，andImanagedtocrawltothesideofthevessel。ButWolfLarsendidnotfollowmeup。Brushingtheashesfromhisclothes，hehadresumedhisconversationwithHenderson。
Johansen，whohadseentheaffairfromthebreakofthepoop，sentacoupleofsailorsafttocleanupthemess。
LaterinthemorningIreceivedasurpriseofatotallydifferentsort。
Followingthecook’sinstructions，IhadgoneintoWolfLarsen’sstate—roomtoputittorightsandmakethebed。Againstthewall，neartheheadofthebunk，wasarackfilledwithbooks。glancedoverthem，notingwithastonishmentsuchnamesasShakespeare，Tennyson，Poe，andDeQuincey。
Therewerescientificworks，too，amongwhichwererepresentedmensuchasTyndall，Proctor，andDarwin。Astronomyandphysicswererepresented，andIremarkedBulfinch’s\"AgeofFable，\"Shaw’s\"HistoryofEnglishandAmericanLiterature，\"andJohnson’s\"NaturalHistory\"intwolargevolumes。
Thentherewereanumberofgrammars，suchasMetcalf’s，andReedandKellogg’s；
andIsmiledasIsawacopyof\"TheDean’sEnglish。\"
IcouldnotreconcilethesebookswiththemanfromwhatIhadseenofhim，andIwonderedifhecouldpossiblyreadthem。ButwhencametomakethebedIfound，betweentheblankets，droppedapparentlyashehadsunkofftosleep，acompleteBrowning，theCambridgeEdition。Itwasopenat\"InaBalcony，\"andInoticed，hereandthere，passagesunderlinedinpencil。Further，lettingdropthevolumeduringalurchoftheship，asheetofpaperfellout。Itwasscrawledoverwithgeometricaldiagramsandcalculationsofsomesort。
Itwaspatentthatthisterriblemanwasnoignorantclod，suchasonewouldinevitablysupposehimtobefromhisexhibitionsofbrutality。Atoncehebecameanenigma。Onesideortheotherofhisnaturewasperfectlycomprehensible；butbothsidestogetherwerebewildering。Ihadalreadyremarkedthathislanguagewasexcellent，marredwithanoccasionalslightinaccuracy。Ofcourse，incommonspeechwiththesailorsandhunters，itsometimesfairlybristledwitherrors，whichwasduetothevernacularitself；butinthefewwordshehadheldwithmeithadbeenclearandcorrect。
ThisglimpseIhadcaughtofhisothersidemusthaveemboldenedme，forIresolvedtospeaktohimaboutthemoneyIhadlost。
\"Ihavebeenrobbed，\"Isaidtohim，alittlelater，whenfoundhimpacingupanddownthepoopalone。
