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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

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 would have met him unflinchingly and cooly, and I know that I would have killed him.


? ? ? ? '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 bulls, living out the loneliness of their bacherlorhood 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.


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