Морський вовк

Chapter 1

           Theshrilllittlewhistle,likethechirpingofacricketamidthecriesofgreatbeasts,shotthroughthefogfrommoretothesideandswiftlygrewfaintandfainter.Ilookedtomycompanionforenlightenment.

           "Oneofthemdare-devillaunches,"hesaid."Ialmostwishwe’dsunkhim,thelittlerip!They’rethecauseofmoretrouble.Andwhatgoodarethey?Anyjackassgetsaboardoneandrunsitfromhelltobreakfast,blowin’hiswhistletobeatthebandandtellin’therestoftheworldtolookoutforhim,becausehe’scomin’andcan’tlookoutforhimself!Becausehe’scomin’!Andyou’vegottolookout,too!Rightofway!Commondecency!Theydon’tknowthemeanin’ofit!"

           Ifeltquiteamusedathisunwarrantedcholer,andwhilehestumpedindignantlyupanddownIfelltodwellingupontheromanceofthefog.Andromanticitcertainlywasthefog,likethegreyshadowofinfinitemystery,broodingoverthewhirlingspeckofearth;andmen,meremotesoflightandsparkle,cursedwithaninsanerelishforwork,ridingtheirsteedsofwoodandsteelthroughtheheartofthemystery,gropingtheirwayblindlythroughtheUnseen,andclamouringandclanginginconfidentspeechthewhiletheirheartsareheavywithincertitudeandfear.

           Thevoiceofmycompanionbroughtmebacktomyselfwithalaugh.Itoohadbeengropingandfloundering,thewhileIthoughtIrodeclear-eyedthroughthemystery.

           "Hello!somebodycomin’ourway,"hewassaying."Andd’yehearthat?He’scomin’fast.Walkingrightalong.Guesshedon’thearusyet.Wind’sinwrongdirection."

           Thefreshbreezewasblowingrightdownuponus,andIcouldhearthewhistleplainly,offtoonesideandalittleahead.

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