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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 telltale 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 ā€”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 ā€”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 dogwatch. 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€Šā€™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 clearedā 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

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