Among the most vivid memories of my life are those of the events on the _Ghost_ which occurred during the forty hours succeeding the discovery of my love for Maud Brewster.

I, who had lived my life in quiet places, only to enter at the age of thirty-five upon a course of the most irrational adventure I could have imagined, never had more incident and excitement crammed into any forty hours of my experience.

Nor can I quite close my ears to a small voice of pride which tells me I did not do so badly, all things considered.
To begin with, at the midday dinner, Wolf Larsen informed the hunters that they were to eat thenceforth in the steerage.

It was an unprecedented thing on sealing-schooners, where it is the custom for the hunters to rank, unofficially as officers.

He gave no reason, but his motive was obvious enough.