"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。