Морський вовк

Chapter 4

           Icouldseethehead-linesinthepapers;thefellowsattheUniversityClubandtheBibelotshakingtheirheadsandsaying,"Poorchap!"AndIcouldseeCharleyFuruseth,asIhadsaidgood-byetohimthatmorning,lounginginadressing-gownonthebe-pillowedwindowcouchanddeliveringhimselfoforacularandpessimisticepigrams.

           Andallthewhile,rolling,plunging,climbingthemovingmountainsandfallingandwallowinginthefoamingvalleys,theschoonerGhostwasfightingherwayfartherandfartherintotheheartofthePacificandIwasonher.Icouldhearthewindabove.Itcametomyearsasamuffledroar.Nowandagainfeetstampedoverhead.Anendlesscreakingwasgoingonallaboutme,thewoodworkandthefittingsgroaningandsqueakingandcomplaininginathousandkeys.Thehunterswerestillarguingandroaringlikesomesemi-humanamphibiousbreed.Theairwasfilledwithoathsandindecentexpressions.Icouldseetheirfaces,flushedandangry,thebrutalitydistortedandemphasizedbythesicklyyellowofthesea-lampswhichrockedbackandforthwiththeship.Throughthedimsmoke-hazethebunkslookedlikethesleepingdensofanimalsinamenagerie.Oilskinsandsea-bootswerehangingfromthewalls,andhereandthereriflesandshotgunsrestedsecurelyintheracks.Itwasasea-fittingforthebuccaneersandpiratesofby-goneyears.Myimaginationranriot,andstillIcouldnotsleep.Anditwasalong,longnight,wearyanddrearyandlong.

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