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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

Then she will not do any more work.'


? ? ? ? 'But does she work? Now? How old is she?'


? ? ? ? 'About seventy,' he answered. And then, boastingly: 'We work from the time we are born until we die, in my country. That's why we live so long. I will live to a hundred.'


? ? ? ? I shall never forget this conversation. The words were the last I ever heard him utter. Perhaps they were the last he did utter, too.


? ? ? ? Going down into the cabin to turn in, I decided that it was too stuffy to sleep below. It was a calm night. We were out of the trades, and the Ghost was forging ahead barely a knot an hour. So I tucked a blanket and pillow under my arm and went up on deck.


? ? ? ? As I passed between Harrison and the binnacle, which was built into the top of the cabin, I noticed that he was this time fully three points off. Thinking that he was asleep, and wishing him to escape reprimand or worse, I spoke to him. But he was not asleep. His eyes were wide and staring. He seemed greatly perturbed, unable to reply to me.


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