Chapter 26

           WolfLarsentookthedistributionofthewhiskyoffmyhands,andthebottlesbegantomaketheirappearancewhileIworkedoverthefreshbatchofwoundedmenintheforecastle.Ihadseenwhiskydrunk,suchaswhisky-and-sodabythemenoftheclubs,butneverasthesemendrankit,frompannikinsandmugs,andfromthebottlesgreatbrimmingdrinks,eachoneofwhichwasinitselfadebauch.Buttheydidnotstopatoneortwo.Theydrankanddrank,andeverthebottlesslippedforwardandtheydrankmore.

           Everybodydrank;thewoundeddrank;Oofty–Oofty,whohelpedme,drank.OnlyLouisrefrained,nomorethancautiouslywettinghislipswiththeliquor,thoughhejoinedintherevelswithanabandonequaltothatofmostofthem.Itwasasaturnalia.Inloudvoicestheyshoutedovertheday’sfighting,wrangledaboutdetails,orwaxedaffectionateandmadefriendswiththemenwhomtheyhadfought.Prisonersandcaptorshiccoughedononeanother’sshoulders,andsworemightyoathsofrespectandesteem.TheyweptoverthemiseriesofthepastandoverthemiseriesyettocomeundertheironruleofWolfLarsen.Andallcursedhimandtoldterribletalesofhisbrutality.

           Itwasastrangeandfrightfulspectaclethesmall,bunk-linedspace,thefloorandwallsleapingandlurching,thedimlight,theswayingshadowslengtheningandfore-shorteningmonstrously,thethickairheavywithsmokeandthesmellofbodiesandiodoform,andtheinflamedfacesofthemenhalf-men,Ishouldcallthem.

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