, . , , . , . , . . , . "My!" said Maud. "Let's go back." -- ! -- . -- . I shook my head. "I can do what other men have done, and I know that other men have clubbed seals. But I think I'll leave the bulls alone next time." . -- , , , , . . "I wish you wouldn't," she said. -- ! -- . "Now don't say, 'Please, please,'" I cried, half angrily, I do believe. -- : ", !" -- , , . She made no reply, and I knew my tone must have hurt her. , , . "I beg your pardon," I said, or shouted, rather, in order to make myself heard above the roar of the rookery. "If you say so, I'll turn and go back; but honestly, I'd rather stay." -- ! -- , , , . -- , , , , , , . "Now don't say that this is what you get for bringing a woman along," she said. She smiled at me whimsically, gloriously, and I knew there was no need for forgiveness. -- : " !" -- , , . I rowed a couple of hundred feet along the beach so as to recover my nerves, and then stepped ashore again. , , . "Do be cautious," she called after me. -- ! -- . I nodded my head and proceeded to make a flank attack on the nearest harem. All went well until I aimed a blow at an outlying cowls head and fell short. She snorted and tried to scramble away. I ran in close and struck another blow, hitting the shoulder instead of the head. . , , , , . , . , , , . "Watch out!" I heard Maud scream. -- ! -- . In my excitement I had not been taking notice of other things, and I looked up to see the lord of the harem charging down upon me. Again I fled to the boat, hotly pursued; but this time Maud made no suggestion of turning back. , , , , . , . . "It would be better, I imagine, if you let harems alone and devoted your attention to lonely and inoffensive-looking seals," was what she said. "I think I have read something about them. Dr. Jordan's book, I believe. They are the young bulls, not old enough to have harems of their own. He called them the holluschickie, or something like that. It seems to me if we find where they haul out - " -- , , , -- . -- - . , - . . , , . , , "". , , ... "It seems to me that your fighting instinct is aroused," I laughed. -- , , ! -- . She flushed quickly and prettily. "I'll admit I don't like defeat any more than you do, or any more than I like the idea of killing such pretty, inoffensive creatures." . -- , , , , . "Pretty!" I sniffed. "I failed to mark anything pre-eminently pretty about those foamy-mouthed beasts that raced me." -- ! -- . -- - , , . "Your point of view," she laughed. "You lacked perspective. Now if you did not have to get so close to the subject - " -- , -- . -- . ... "The very thing!" I cried. "What I need is a longer club. And there's that broken oar ready to hand." -- ! -- . -- -- . , . "It just comes to me," she said, "that Captain Larsen was telling me how the men raided the rookeries. They drive the seals, in small herds, a short distance inland before they kill them." -- ... -- . -- , . . "I don't care to undertake the herding of one of those harems," I objected. -- , " ", -- . "But there are the holluschickie," she said. "The holluschickie haul out by themselves, and Dr. Jordan says that paths are left between the harems, and that as long as the holluschickie keep strictly to the path they are unmolested by the masters of the harem." -- "", -- . -- . , , , "" , . "There's one now," I said, pointing to a young bull in the water. "Let's watch him, and follow him if he hauls out." -- , -- "", . -- , , , . He swam directly to the beach and clambered out into a small opening between two harems, the masters of which made warning noises but did not attack him. We watched him travel slowly inward, threading about among the harems along what must have been the path. , , , , "". "Here goes," I said, stepping out; but I confess my heart was in my mouth as I thought of going through the heart of that monstrous herd. -- ! -- , , , , , . "It would be wise to make the boat fast," Maud said. -- , -- . She had stepped out beside me, and I regarded her with wonderment. , . She nodded her head determinedly. "Yes, I'm going with you, so you may as well secure the boat and arm me with a club." . -- , . - . "Let's go back," I said dejectedly. "I think tundra grass, will do, after all." -- , -- . -- . "You know it won't," was her reply. "Shall I lead?" -- , , -- . -- , ? With a shrug of the shoulders, but with the warmest admiration and pride at heart for this woman, I equipped her with the broken oar and took another for myself. It was with nervous trepidation that we made the first few rods of the journey. Once Maud screamed in terror as a cow thrust an inquisitive nose toward her foot, and several times I quickened my pace for the same reason. But, beyond warning coughs from either side, there were no signs of hostility. It was a rookery which had never been raided by the hunters, and in consequence the seals were mild-tempered and at the same time unafraid. , . , . . , - , . , . , . In the very heart of the herd the din was terrific. It was almost dizzying in its effect. I paused and smiled reassuringly at Maud, for I had recovered my equanimity sooner than she. I could see that she was still badly frightened. She came close to me and shouted: . . . , , , : "I'm dreadfully afraid!" -- , ! And I was not. Though the novelty had not yet worn off, the peaceful comportment of the seals had quieted my alarm. Maud was trembling. . , . . "I'm afraid, and I'm not afraid," she chattered with shaking jaws. "It's my miserable body, not I." -- , -- . -- , . "It's all right, it's all right," I reassured her, my arm passing instinctively and protectingly around her. -- , ! -- , . I shall never forget, in that moment, how instantly conscious I became of my manhood. The primitive deeps of my nature stirred. I felt myself masculine, the protector of the weak, the fighting male. And, best of all, I felt myself the protector of my loved one. She leaned against me, so light and lily-frail, and as her trembling eased away it seemed as though I became aware of prodigious strength. I felt myself a match for the most ferocious bull in the herd, and I know, had such a bull charged upon me, that I should have met it unflinchingly and quite coolly, and I know that I should have killed it. , . , , , . , . , , , , , . , , . "I am all right now," she said, looking up at me gratefully. "Let us go on." -- , -- , . -- ! And that the strength in me had quieted her and given her confidence, filled me with an exultant joy. The youth of the race seemed burgeoning in me, over-civilized man that I was, and I lived for myself the old hunting days and forest nights of my remote and forgotten ancestry. I had much for which to thank Wolf Larsen, was my thought as we went along the path between the jostling harems. , , . - , , . , , , , . A quarter of a mile inland we came upon the holluschickie - sleek young bulls, living out the loneliness of their bachelorhood and gathering strength against the day when they would fight their way into the ranks of the Benedicts. , "" -- , -- , . Everything now went smoothly. I seemed to know just what to do and how to do it. Shouting, making threatening gestures with my club, and even prodding the lazy ones, I quickly cut out a score of the young bachelors from their companions. Whenever one made an attempt to break back toward the water, I headed it off. Maud took an active part in the drive, and with her cries and flourishings of the broken oar was of considerable assistance. I noticed, though, that whenever one looked tired and lagged, she let it slip past. But I noticed, also, whenever one, with a show of fight, tried to break past, that her eyes glinted and showed bright, and she rapped it smartly with her club. . , , . , , "". - , . , . , , . , , - , . "My, it's exciting!" she cried, pausing from sheer weakness. "I think I'll sit down." -- ! -- , , . -- , , . I drove the little herd (a dozen strong, now, what of the escapes she had permitted) a hundred yards farther on; and by the time she joined me I had finished the slaughter and was beginning to skin. An hour later we went proudly back along the path between the harems. And twice again we came down the path burdened with skins, till I thought we had enough to roof the hut. I set the sail, laid one tack out of the cove, and on the other tack made our own little inner cove. , , , , , . , . , , , , , . , , . "It's just like home-coming," Maud said, as I ran the boat ashore. -- ! -- , . I heard her words with a responsive thrill, it was all so dearly intimate and natural, and I said: -- , -- : "It seems as though I have lived this life always. The world of books and bookish folk is very vague, more like a dream memory than an actuality. I surely have hunted and forayed and fought all the days of my life. And you, too, seem a part of it. You are - " I was on the verge of saying, "my woman, my mate," but glibly changed it to - "standing the hardship well." -- , . , , , . . ... -- : " , ", : -- . But her ear had caught the flaw. She recognized a flight that midmost broke. She gave me a quick look. . , - , . "Not that. You were saying - ?" -- . ... "That the American Mrs. Meynell was living the life of a savage and living it quite successfully," I said easily. -- ... , , -- . "Oh," was all she replied; but I could have sworn there was a note of disappointment in her voice. -- ! -- , , . But "my woman, my mate" kept ringing in my head for the rest of the day and for many days. Yet never did it ring more loudly than that night, as I watched her draw back the blanket of moss from the coals, blow up the fire, and cook the evening meal. It must have been latent savagery stirring in me, for the old words, so bound up with the roots of the race, to grip me and thrill me. And grip and thrill they did, till I fell asleep, murmuring them to myself over and over again. -- " , " -- . , , , , , , . , , , , . , , , . CHAPTER XXXI  XXXI "It will smell," I said, "but it will keep in the heat and keep out the rain and snow." -- , , -- , -- . We were surveying the completed seal-skin roof. , . "It is clumsy, but it will serve the purpose, and that is the main thing," I went on, yearning for her praise. -- , , , -- , . And she clapped her hands and declared that she was hugely pleased. , . "But it is dark in here," she said the next moment, her shoulders shrinking with a little involuntary shiver. -- , -- . "You might have suggested a window when the walls were going up," I said. "It was for you, and you should have seen the need of a window." -- , ? -- . -- , , . "But I never do see the obvious, you know," she laughed back. "And besides, you can knock a hole in the wall at any time.' -- - , , -- . -- , . "Quite true; I had not thought of it," I replied, wagging my head sagely. "But have you thought of ordering the window-glass? Just call up the firm, - Red, 4451, I think it is, - and tell them what size and kind of glass you wish." -- . , -- , . -- , ? -- -44-51, , -- , . "That means - " she began. -- ?.. -- . "No window." -- , . It was a dark and evil-appearing thing, that hut, not fit for aught better than swine in a civilized land; but for us, who had known the misery of the open boat, it was a snug little habitation. Following the housewarming, which was accomplished by means of seal-oil and a wick made from cotton calking, came the hunting for our winter's meat and the building of the second hut. It was a simple affair, now, to go forth in the morning and return by noon with a boatload of seals. And then, while I worked at building the hut, Maud tried out the oil from the blubber and kept a slow fire under the frames of meat. I had heard of jerking beef on the plains, and our seal-meat, cut in thin strips and hung in the smoke, cured excellently. . , , , . , , . . , . , . , . , , : , , . The second hut was easier to erect, for I built it against the first, and only three walls were required. But it was work, hard work, all of it. Maud and I worked from dawn till dark, to the limit of our strength, so that when night came we crawled stiffly to bed and slept the animal-like sleep exhaustion. And yet Maud declared that she had never felt better or stronger in her life. I knew this was true of myself, but hers was such a lily strength that I feared she would break down. Often and often, her last- reserve force gone, I have seen her stretched flat on her back on the sand in the way she had of resting and recuperating. And then she would be up on her feet and toiling hard as ever. Where she obtained this strength was the marvel to me. , . , . , , . , . , , , , . , , , , , , . "Think of the long rest this winter," was her reply to my remonstrances. "Why, we'll be clamorous for something to do." -- , , -- . -- ! We held a housewarming in my hut the night it was roofed. It was the end of the third day of a fierce storm which had swung around the compass from the south-east to the north-west, and which was then blowing directly in upon us. The beaches of the outer cove were thundering with the surf, and even in our land-locked inner cove a respectable sea was breaking. No high backbone of island sheltered us from the wind, and it whistled and bellowed about the hut till at times I feared for the strength of the walls. The skin roof, stretched tightly as a drumhead, I had thought, sagged and bellied with every gust; and innumerable interstices in the walls, not so tightly stuffed with moss as Maud had supposed, disclosed themselves. Yet the seal-oil burned brightly and we were warm and comfortable. , , . ; -, -, . , . , , . , , , , , ; , , , , . , . It was a pleasant evening indeed, and we voted that as a social function on Endeavour Island it had not yet been eclipsed. Our minds were at ease. Not only had we resigned ourselves to the bitter winter, but we were prepared for it. The seals could depart on their mysterious journey into the south at any time, now, for all we cared; and the storms held no terror for us. Not only were we sure of being dry and warm and sheltered from the wind, but we had the softest and most luxurious mattresses that could be made from moss. This had been Maud's idea, and she had herself jealously gathered all the moss. This was to be my first night on the mattress, and I knew I should sleep the sweeter because she had made it. , , . . , . -- ! . , , , , . , . , , , . As she rose to go she turned to me with the whimsical way she had, and said: . : "Something is going to happen - is happening, for that matter. I feel it. Something is coming here, to us. It is coming now. I don't know what, but it is coming." -- - , . . - , . . , , . "Good or bad?" I asked. -- ? -- . She shook her head. "I don't know, but it is there, somewhere." . -- , - . She pointed in the direction of the sea and wind. , . "It's a lee shore," I laughed, "and I am sure I'd rather be here than arriving, a night like this." -- , -- , -- , . "You are not frightened?" I asked, as I stepped to open the door for her. -- ? -- , . Her eyes looked bravely into mine. . "And you feel well? perfectly well?" -- ? ? "Never better," was her answer. -- , -- . We talked a little longer before she went. , . "Good-night, Maud," I said. -- . ! -- . "Good-night, Humphrey," she said. -- , ! -- . This use of our given names had come about quite as a matter of course, and was as unpremeditated as it was natural. In that moment I could have put my arms around her and drawn her to me. I should certainly have done so out in that world to which we belonged. As it was, the situation stopped there in the only way it could; but I was left alone in my little but, glowing warmly through and through with a pleasant satisfaction; and I knew that a tie, or a tacit something, existed between us which had not existed before. , , . , . , , . , , , - , - . CHAPTER XXXII  XXXII I awoke, oppressed by a mysterious sensation. There seemed something missing in my environment. But the mystery and oppressiveness vanished after the first few seconds of waking, when I identified the missing something as the wind. I had fallen asleep in that state of nerve tension with which one meets the continuous shock of sound or movement, and I had awakened, still tense, bracing myself to meet the pressure of something which no longer bore upon me. . - , - . , , , -- . , , , , , , , . It was the first night I had spent under cover in several months, and I lay luxuriously for some minutes under my blankets (for once not wet with fog or spray), analysing, first, the effect produced upon me by the cessation of the wind, and next, the joy which was mine from resting on the mattress made by Maud's hands. When I had dressed and opened the door, I heard the waves still lapping on the beach, garrulously attesting the fury of the night. It was a clear day, and the sun was shining. I had slept late, and I stepped outside with sudden energy, bent upon making up lost time as befitted a dweller on Endeavour Island. , , , . , , , , , . , , . . . , . And when outside, I stopped short. I believed my eyes without question, and yet I was for the moment stunned by what they disclosed to me. There, on the beach, not fifty feet away, bow on, dismasted, was a black-hulled vessel. Masts and booms, tangled with shrouds, sheets, and rent canvas, were rubbing gently alongside. I could have rubbed my eyes as I looked. There was the home-made galley we had built, the familiar break of the poop, the low yacht-cabin scarcely rising above the rail. It was the Ghost. , , . ; , , . , - , , . , , . . , , , , . "". What freak of fortune had brought it here - here of all spots? what chance of chances? I looked at the bleak, inaccessible wall at my back and know the profundity of despair. Escape was hopeless, out of the question. I thought of Maud, asleep there in the hut we had reared; I remembered her "Good-night, Humphrey"; "my woman, my mate," went ringing through my brain, but now, alas, it was a knell that sounded. Then everything went black before my eyes. Possibly it was the fraction of a second, but I had no knowledge of how long an interval had lapsed before I was myself again. There lay the Ghost, bow on to the beach, her splintered bowsprit projecting over the sand, her tangled spars rubbing against her side to the lift of the crooning waves. Something must be done, must be done. , ? ? , . , . , , , , : " , ", " , " , -- ! -- . . , -- . , - ; , . , - . - ! It came upon me suddenly, as strange, that nothing moved aboard. Wearied from the night of struggle and wreck, all hands were yet asleep, I thought. My next thought was that Maud and I might yet escape. If we could take to the boat and make round the point before any one awoke? I would call her and start. My hand was lifted at her door to knock, when I recollected the smallness of the island. We could never hide ourselves upon it. There was nothing for us but the wide raw ocean. I thought of our snug little huts, our supplies of meat and oil and moss and firewood, and I knew that we could never survive the wintry sea and the great storms which were to come. , . . , , , . , , , - . ! , , . . , -- , . , , , . So I stood, with hesitant knuckle, without her door. It was impossible, impossible. A wild thought of rushing in and killing her as she slept rose in my mind. And then, in a flash, the better solution came to me. All hands were asleep. Why not creep aboard the Ghost, - well I knew the way to Wolf Larsen's bunk, - and kill him in his sleep? After that - well, we would see. But with him dead there was time and space in which to prepare to do other things; and besides, whatever new situation arose, it could not possibly be worse than the present one. , , . , , -- . : ; -- -- ? ... . -- , . , , , , . My knife was at my hip. I returned to my hut for the shot-gun, made sure it was loaded, and went down to the Ghost. With some difficulty, and at the expense of a wetting to the waist, I climbed aboard. The forecastle scuttle was open. I paused to listen for the breathing of the men, but there was no breathing. I almost gasped as the thought came to me: What if the Ghost is deserted? I listened more closely. There was no sound. I cautiously descended the ladder. The place had the empty and musty feel and smell usual to a dwelling no longer inhabited. Everywhere was a thick litter of discarded and ragged garments, old sea-boots, leaky oilskins - all the worthless forecastle dunnage of a long voyage. . , , , . , , . . , -- . : ? . , . . , . , , -- , . Abandoned hastily, was my conclusion, as I ascended to the deck. Hope was alive again in my breast, and I looked about me with greater coolness. I noted that the boats were missing. The steerage told the same tale as the forecastle. The hunters had packed their belongings with similar haste. The Ghost was deserted. It was Maud's and mine. I thought of the ship's stores and the lazarette beneath the cabin, and the idea came to me of surprising Maud with something nice for breakfast. , , .