...
upon him. It squirmed about, like some huge many-legged spider, and swayed
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 14
It has dawned upon me that I have never placed a proper valuation upon
womankind. ... same instant, straight down on Wolf Larsen.
The first sounds were those of a conflict between a bull and a wolf. I heard a
great infuriated bellow go up from Wolf Larsen,...
... seeing Wolf Larsen reading the
Bible, a copy of which, after the futile search for one at the beginning of the
voyage, had been found in the dead mate's sea- chest. I wondered what Wolf
breath ... "And look out for squalls," is Louis's prophecy, "for they
hate one another like the wolf whelps they are." Death Larsen is in command of
the only sealing s...
... like a
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 13
For three days I did my own work and Thomas Mugridge's too; and I flatter
myself that I did his work well. I know that it won Wolf Larsen's ... He was
abject before Wolf Larsen and almost grovelled to Johansen. Not so was the
conduct of Leach. He went about the deck like a tiger cub, glaring his hatred
openly at Wol...
...
the marvel of it! the marvel of it! That tiny men should live and breathe and
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 17
Strange to say, in spite of the general foreboding, nothing of especial ... surf-line and bellowing caverns where the sea charges on the land.
And still we rocked gently, and there was no wind.
"It's no square" Wolf Larsen said. "Old Moth...
... to
Wolf Larsen's command, which was to make her comfortable. I bustled about in
quite housewifely fashion, procuring soothing lotions for her sunburn, raiding
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON ... circular storm, and Wolf Larsen ran out of it
and to the southward, first under a double-reefed jib, and finally under bare
poles. Never had I imagined so great a sea. The seas previous...
... swaying sea- lamps.
As I buttered a piece of bread my eyes chanced to rest upon my hand. The
knuckles were skinned and inflamed clear across, the fingers swollen, the nails
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON ... their
mental processes, was one of them myself, living the seal-hunting life, eating
the seal-hunting fare, thinking, largely, the seal-hunting thoughts. There was for
me no stra...
... strike me or choke me; for in such way only I knew
I could be stirred to shoot.
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 32
I awoke, oppressed by a mysterious sensation. There seemed something ... his terrible gorilla arms.
Filling a coffee -pot and frying-pan with part of my plunder, and taking some
chinaware from the cabin pantry, I left Wolf Larsen lying in the sun and went...
... THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 1
I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the ... arm of the sea. It was good that men
should be specialists, I mused. The peculiar knowledge of the pilot and captain
sufficed for many thousands of people who knew no more of the sea and
navigation ... sunk him, the
little rip! They're the cause of more tr...
... THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 3
Wolf Larsen ceased swearing as suddenly as he had begun. He relighted his
cigar ... cook quailed under it.
"Yes, sir," was the meek reply, as the offending head disappeared into the
galley.
so the group of hunters gave mouth to a laughter that sounded to me like a wolf- ... climbing aloft; Wolf
Larsen was studying the cloudi...
... as Hump, as though Hump were I
and had always been I.
THE SEA WOLF
JACK LONDON
CHAPTER 4
What happened to me next on the sealing-schooner Ghost, as I strove to fit into
my new environment, ... time from the steerage (the name
the hunters facetiously gave their midships sleeping quarters) to the cabin. Wolf
Larsen was on the poop, smoking his everlasting cigar.
"...