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“Fool!” I cried aloud in my vexation. I had unloaded the boat and carried its contents high up on the beach, where I had set about making a camp. There was driftwood, though not much, on the beach, a
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“Fool!” I cried aloud in my vexation. I had unloaded the boat and carried its contents high up on the beach, where I had set about making a camp. There was driftwood, though not much, on the beach, a
The day came for our departure. There was no longer anything to detain us on Endeavour Island. The Ghost’s stumpy ma…
“I think my left side is going,” Wolf Larsen wrote, the morning after his attempt to fire the ship. “The numbness is g…
At once we moved aboard the Ghost , occupying our old state-rooms and cooking in the galley. The imprisonment of Wolf …
For two days Maud and I ranged the sea and explored the beaches in search of the missing masts. But it was not till th…
Next day, the mast-steps clear and everything in readiness, we started to get the two topmasts aboard. The maintopmast…
“It’s too bad the Ghost has lost her masts. Why we could sail away in her. Don’t you think we could, Humphrey?” I sp…
We waited all day for Wolf Larsen to come ashore. It was an intolerable period of anxiety. Each moment one or the oth…
I awoke, oppressed by a mysterious sensation. There seemed something missing in my environment. But the mystery and o…
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