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Kids' Club Eligible. Forced into a brutal life of hard labor and bare knuckle brawling aboard the seal-hunting schooner, Ghost, van Weyden must learn how to survive as quickly as he can. After a botched mutiny leaves van Weyden in danger and his soul in the balance, only the love of the beautiful castaway Maud Brewster can keep him tethered to the world he once knew. A new life is on the horizon for the brave couple, but Wolf Larsen is still at large. Jack London's classic adventure is lavishly illustrated by Riff Reb's in this thrilling graphic novel for the ages!
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Show More. And in this was portrayed the victory of the spirit over the flesh, the indomitability and moral grandeur of the soul that knows no restriction and rises above time and space and matter with a surety and invincibleness born of nothing else than eternity and immortality. But to return. I noticed the anxious light in Johnson's eyes, but mistook it for the native shyness and embarrassment of the man. The mate, Johansen, stood away several feet to the side of him, and fully three yards in front of him sat Wolf Larsen on one of the pivotal cabin chairs. An appreciable pause fell after I had closed the doors and drawn the slide, a pause that must have lasted fully a minute.
It was broken by Wolf Larsen.
Can you guess why I have sent for you? The mate knows that, and you know it, sir. So there cannot be any complaint. You do not like me because I am too much of a man; that is why, sir. It was at this moment that I chanced to glance at Johansen. His big fists were clenching and unclenching, and his face was positively fiendish, so malignantly did he look at Johnson. I noticed a black discoloration, still faintly visible, under Johansen's eye, a mark of the thrashing he had received a few nights before from the sailor.
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For the first time I began to divine that something terrible was about to be enacted, - what, I could not imagine. What do you think of him, Hump? What do you think of him? You have no fictions, no dreams, no ideals. You are a pauper. He nodded his head with a savage pleasantness. I have no fictions that make for nobility and manhood.
A living dog is better than a dead lion, say I with the Preacher. My only doctrine is the doctrine of expediency, and it makes for surviving. This bit of the ferment we call 'Johnson,' when he is no longer a bit of the ferment, only dust and ashes, will have no more nobility than any dust and ashes, while I shall still be alive and roaring.
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Watch me. Three yards away from Johnson he was, and sitting down. Nine feet!
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And yet he left the chair in full leap, without first gaining a standing position. He left the chair, just as he sat in it, squarely, springing from the sitting posture like a wild animal, a tiger, and like a tiger covered the intervening space. It was an avalanche of fury that Johnson strove vainly to fend off.
He threw one arm down to protect the stomach, the other arm up to protect the head; but Wolf Larsen's fist drove midway between, on the chest, with a crushing, resounding impact. Johnson's breath, suddenly expelled, shot from his mouth and as suddenly checked, with the forced, audible expiration of a man wielding an axe. He almost fell backward, and swayed from side to side in an effort to recover his balance.
I cannot give the further particulars of the horrible scene that followed. It was too revolting. It turns me sick even now when I think of it. Johnson fought bravely enough, but he was no match for Wolf Larsen, much less for Wolf Larsen and the mate. It was frightful. I had not imagined a human being could endure so much and still live and struggle on. And struggle on Johnson did. Of course there was no hope for him, not the slightest, and he knew it as well as I, but by the manhood that was in him he could not cease from fighting for that manhood.
It was too much for me to witness. I felt that I should lose my mind, and I ran up the companion stairs to open the doors and escape on deck. But Wolf Larsen, leaving his victim for the moment, and with one of his tremendous springs, gained my side and flung me into the far corner of the cabin. You may gather data on the immortality of the soul.
Besides, you know, we can't hurt Johnson's soul. It's only the fleeting form we may demolish.
It seemed centuries - possibly it was no more than ten minutes that the beating continued.