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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

I beat out the burning remnants of straw in the bulk, then made a dash for the deck for fresh air.


? ? ? ? Several buckets of water sufficed to put out the burning mattress in the middle of the steerage floor; and ten minutes later, when the smoke had fairly cleared, I allowed Maud to come below. Wolf Larsen was unconscious, but it was a matter of minutes for the fresh air to restore him. We were working over him, however, when he signed for paper and pencil.


? ? ? ? 'Pray do not interrupt me,' he wrote. 'I am smiling.'


? ? ? ? 'I am still a bit of the ferment, you see,' he wrote a little later.


? ? ? ? 'I am glad you are as small a bit as you are,' I said.


? ? ? ? 'Thank you,' he wrote. 'But just think of how much smaller I shall be before I die.'


? ? ? ? 'And yet I am all here, Hump,' he wrote with a final flourish. 'I can think more clearly than ever in my life before. Nothing to disturb me. Concentration is perfect. I am all here and more than here.


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