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Japanese gentlemen, sir, anā€™ didnā€™t they come aboard the Ghost as his guests, a-bringinā€™ their wives alongā€”wee anā€™ pretty little bits of things like you see ā€™em painted on fans.  Anā€™ as he was a-gettinā€™ under way, didnā€™t the fond husbands get left astern-like in their sampan, as it might be by accident?  Anā€™ wasnā€™t it a week later that the poor little ladies was put ashore on the other side of the island, with nothinā€™ before ā€™em but to walk home acrost the mountains on their weeny-teeny little straw sandals which wouldnā€™t hang together a mile?  Donā€™t I know?  ā€™Tis the beast he is, this Wolf Larsenā€”the great big beast mentioned iv in Revelation; anā€™ no good end will he ever come to.  But Iā€™ve said nothinā€™ to ye, mind ye.  Iā€™ve whispered never a word; for old fat Louisā€™ll live the voyage out if the last motherā€™s son of yez go to the fishes.ā€

ā€œWolf Larsen!ā€ he snorted a moment later.  ā€œListen to the word, will ye!  Wolfā€”ā€™tis what he is.  Heā€™s not black-hearted like some men.  ā€™Tis no heart he has at all.  Wolf, just wolf, ā€™tis what he is.  Dā€™ye wonder heā€™s well named?ā€

ā€œBut if he is so well-known for what he is,ā€ I queried, ā€œhow is it that he can get men to ship with him?ā€

ā€œAnā€™ how is it ye can get men to do anything on Godā€™s earth anā€™ sea?ā€ Louis demanded with Celtic fire.  ā€œHow dā€™ye find me aboard if ā€™twasnā€™t that I was drunk as a pig when I put me name down?  Thereā€™s them that canā€™t sail with better men, like the hunters, and them that donā€™t know, like the poor devils of wind-jammers forā€™ard there.  But theyā€™ll come to it, theyā€™ll come to it, anā€™ be sorry the day they was born.  I could weep for the poor creatures, did I but forget poor old fat Louis and the troubles before him.  But ā€™tis not a whisper Iā€™ve dropped, mind ye, not a whisper.ā€

ā€œThem hunters is the wicked boys,ā€ he broke forth again, for he suffered from a constitutional plethora of speech.  ā€œBut wait till they get to cutting up iv jinks and rowinā€™ ā€™round.  Heā€™s the boyā€™ll fix ā€™em.  ā€™Tis him thatā€™ll put the fear of God in their rotten black hearts.  Look at that hunter iv mine, Horner.  ā€˜Jockā€™ Horner they call him, so quiet-like anā€™ easy-goinā€™, soft-spoken as a girl, till yeā€™d think butter wouldnā€™t melt in the mouth iv him.  Didnā€™t he kill his boat-steerer last year?  ā€™Twas called a sad accident, but I met the boat-puller in Yokohama anā€™ the straight iv it was given me.  Anā€™ thereā€™s Smoke, the black little devilā€”didnā€™t the Roosians have him for three years in the salt mines of Siberia, for poachinā€™ on Copper Island, which is a Roosian preserve?  Shackled he was, hand anā€™ foot, with his mate.  Anā€™ didnā€™t they have words or a ruction of some kind?ā€”for ā€™twas the other fellow Smoke sent up in the buckets to the top of the mine; anā€™ a piece at a time he went up, a leg to-day, anā€™ to-morrow an arm, the next day the head, anā€™ so on.ā€

ā€œBut you canā€™t mean it!ā€ I cried out, overcome with the horror of it.

ā€œMean what!ā€ he demanded, quick as a flash.  ā€œā€™Tis nothinā€™ Iā€™ve said.  Deef I am, and dumb, as ye should be for the sake iv your mother; anā€™ never once have I opened me lips but to say fine things iv them anā€™ him, God curse his soul, anā€™ may he rot in purgatory ten thousand years, and then go down to the last anā€™ deepest hell iv all!ā€

Johnson, the man who had chafed me raw when I first came aboard, seemed the least equivocal of the men forward or aft.  In fact, there was nothing equivocal about him.  One was struck at once by his straightforwardness and manliness, which, in turn, were tempered by a modesty which might be mistaken for timidity.  But timid he was not.  He seemed, rather, to have the courage of his convictions, the certainty of his manhood.  It was this that made him protest, at the commencement of our acquaintance, against being called Yonson.  And upon this, and him, Louis passed judgment and prophecy.

ā€œā€™Tis a fine chap, that squarehead Johnson weā€™ve forā€™ard with us,ā€ he said.  ā€œThe best sailorman in the foā€™cā€™sle.  Heā€™s my boat-puller.  But itā€™s to trouble heā€™ll come with Wolf Larsen, as the sparks fly upward.  Itā€™s meself that knows.  I can see it brewinā€™ anā€™ cominā€™ up like a storm in the sky.  Iā€™ve talked to him like a brother, but itā€™s little he sees in takinā€™ in his lights or flyinā€™ false signals.  He grumbles out when things donā€™t go to suit him, and thereā€™ll be always some tell-tale carryinā€™ word iv it aft to the Wolf.  The Wolf is strong, and itā€™s the way of a wolf to hate strength, anā€™ strength it is heā€™ll see in Johnsonā€”no knucklinā€™ under, and a ā€˜Yes, sir, thank ye kindly, sir,ā€™ for a curse or a blow.  Oh, sheā€™s a-cominā€™!  Sheā€™s a-cominā€™!  Anā€™ God knows where Iā€™ll get another boat-puller!  What does the fool up anā€™ say, when the old man calls him Yonson, but ā€˜Me name is Johnson, sir,ā€™ anā€™ then spells it out, letter for letter.  Ye should iv seen the old manā€™s face!  I thought heā€™d let drive at him on the spot.  He didnā€™t, but he will, anā€™ heā€™ll break that squareheadā€™s heart, or itā€™s little I know iv the ways iv men on the ships iv the sea.ā€

Thomas Mugridge is becoming unendurable.  I am compelled to Mister him and to Sir him with every speech.  One reason for this is that Wolf Larsen seems to have taken a fancy to him.  It is an unprecedented thing, I take it, for a captain to be chummy with the cook; but this is certainly what Wolf Larsen is doing.  Two or three times he put his head into the galley and chaffed Mugridge good-naturedly, and once, this afternoon, he stood by the break of the poop and chatted with him for fully fifteen minutes.  When it was over, and Mugridge was back in the galley, he became greasily radiant, and went about his work, humming coster songs in a nerve-racking and discordant falsetto.

ā€œI always get along with the officers,ā€ he remarked to me in a confidential tone.  ā€œI know the wā€™y, I do, to myke myself uppreci-yted.  There was my last skipperā€”wā€™y I thought nothinā€™ of droppinā€™ down in the cabin for a little chat and a friendly glass.  ā€˜Mugridge,ā€™ sez ā€™e to me, ā€˜Mugridge,ā€™ sez ā€™e, ā€˜youā€™ve missed yer vokytion.ā€™  ā€˜Anā€™ ā€™owā€™s that?ā€™ sez I.  ā€˜Yer should ā€™a been born a gentleman, anā€™ never ā€™ad to work for yer livinā€™.ā€™  God strike me dead, ā€™Ump, if that aynā€™t wot ā€™e sez, anā€™ me a-sittinā€™ there in ā€™is own cabin, jolly-like anā€™ comfortable, a-smokinā€™ ā€™is cigars anā€™ drinkinā€™ ā€™is rum.ā€

This chitter-chatter drove me to distraction.  I never heard a voice I hated so.  His oily, insinuating tones, his greasy smile and his monstrous self-conceit grated on my nerves till sometimes I was all in a tremble.  Positively, he was the most disgusting and loathsome person I have ever met.  The filth of his cooking was indescribable; and, as he cooked everything that was eaten aboard, I was compelled to select what I ate with great circumspection, choosing from the least dirty of his concoctions.

My hands bothered me a great deal, unused as they were to work.  The nails were discoloured and black, while the skin was already grained with dirt which even a scrubbing-brush could not remove.  Then blisters came, in a painful and never-ending procession, and I had a great burn on my forearm, acquired by losing my balance in a roll of the ship and pitching against the galley stove.  Nor was my knee any better.  The swelling had not gone down, and the cap was still up on edge.  Hobbling about on it from morning till night was not helping it any.  What I needed was rest, if it were ever to get well.

Rest!  I never before knew the meaning of the word.  I had been resting all my life and did not know it.  But now, could I sit still for one half-hour and do nothing, not even think, it would be the most pleasurable thing in the world.  But it is a revelation, on the other hand.  I shall be able to appreciate the lives of the working people hereafter.  I did not dream that work was so terrible a thing.  From half-past five in the morning till ten oā€™clock at night I am everybodyā€™s slave, with not one moment to myself, except such as I can steal near the end of the second dog-watch.  Let me pause for a minute to look out over the sea sparkling in the sun, or to gaze at a sailor going aloft to the gaff-topsails, or running out the bowsprit, and I am sure to hear the hateful voice, ā€œā€™Ere, you, ā€™Ump, no sodgerinā€™.  Iā€™ve got my peepers on yer.ā€

There are signs of rampant bad temper in the steerage, and the gossip is going around that Smoke and Henderson have had a fight.  Henderson seems the best of the hunters, a slow-going fellow, and hard to rouse; but roused he must have been, for Smoke had a bruised and discoloured eye, and looked particularly vicious when he came into the cabin for supper.

A cruel thing happened just before supper, indicative of the callousness and brutishness of these men.  There is one green hand in the crew, Harrison by name, a clumsy-looking country boy, mastered, I imagine, by the spirit of adventure, and making his first voyage.  In the light baffling airs the schooner had been tacking about a great deal, at which times the sails pass from one side to the other and a man is sent aloft to shift over the fore-gaff-topsail.  In some way, when Harrison was aloft, the sheet jammed in the block through which it runs at the end of the gaff.  As I understood it, there were two ways of getting it cleared,ā€”first, by lowering the foresail, which was comparatively easy and without danger; and second, by climbing out the peak-halyards to the end of the gaff itself, an exceedingly hazardous performance.

Johansen called out to Harrison to go out the halyards.  It was patent to everybody that the boy was afraid.  And well he might be, eighty feet above the deck, to trust himself on those thin and jerking ropes.  Had there been a steady breeze it would not have been so bad, but the Ghost was rolling emptily in a long sea, and with each roll the canvas flapped and boomed and the halyards slacked and jerked taut.  They were capable of snapping a man off like a fly from a whip-lash.

Harrison heard the order and understood what was demanded of him, but hesitated.  It was probably the first time he had been aloft in his life.  Johansen, who had caught the contagion of Wolf Larsenā€™s masterfulness, burst out with a volley of abuse and curses.

ā€œThatā€™ll do, Johansen,ā€ Wolf Larsen said brusquely.  ā€œIā€™ll have you know that I do the swearing on this ship.  If I need your assistance, Iā€™ll call you in.ā€

ā€œYes, sir,ā€ the mate acknowledged submissively.

In the meantime Harrison had started out on the halyards.  I was looking up from the galley door, and I could see him trembling, as if with ague, in every limb.  He proceeded very slowly and cautiously, an inch at a time.  Outlined against the clear blue of the sky, he had the appearance of an enormous spider crawling along the tracery of its web.

It was a slight uphill climb, for the foresail peaked high; and the halyards, running through various blocks on the gaff and mast, gave him separate holds for hands and feet.  But the trouble lay in that

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