August 12, 2025 • 6 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Two, the man who was going nowhere. The cabin in
which I found myself was small and rather untidy. The
youngish man, with flaxen hair, a bristly straw colored mustache,
and dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my wrist.
For a minute, we stared at each other without speaking.
(00:20):
He had waterly gray eyes, oddly void of expression. Then
just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being
knocked about in the low, angry growling of some large animal.
At the same time the man spoke up. He repeated
his question, how do you feel now? I think, I said,
(00:42):
I felt all right. I could not recollect how I
had got there. He must have seen the question in
my face, for my voice was inaccessible to me. Here
picked up in a boat starving. The name on the
boat was the Lady Vain, and that a thpots of
blood on the gun wale. At the same time, my
eye caught my hand, so thin that it looked like
(01:04):
a dirty skin purse full of loose bones. And all
the business of the boat came back to me. Have
thumb of this, said he, and gave me a dose
of some scarlet stuff iced. It tasted like blood and
made me feel stronger. You are in luck, said he
(01:24):
to get picked up by a ship with a medical
man aboard. He spoke with a slobbering articulation, with the
ghost of a lisp. What ship is this, I said, slowly,
hoarse from my long silence. It's a little trader from
Arica and Callao. I never asked where she came from
(01:46):
in the beginning, out of the land of born fools,
I gas, I'm a pasenger myself from Adka. The thiliad
who owned her heath captain too named Davies heath Lot,
his certificate or something. You know. The kind of man
calls the thing the apecacuana of all thilly infernal names.
(02:09):
Though when there's much of a thief without any wind,
she certainly acts according Then the noise of a head
began again, a snarling growl in the voice of a
human being, together, then another voice telling some heaven forsake
an idiot to desist. You were nearly dead, said my interlocutor.
(02:31):
Twas the very near thing, indeed, But they've put some
stuff into you now, noteth your arm's sore injections. You've
been insensible for nearly thirty hours, I thought, slowly. I
was distracted now by the helping of a number of dogs.
Am I eligible for solid food? I asked, think to me,
(02:56):
he said, even now the mutton is boiling. Yes, I said,
with assurance, I could eat some mutton. But said he
with a momentary hesitation. You know, I'm dying to hear
how you came to be alone in that boat. Damn
(03:17):
that howling, I thought. I detected a certain suspicion in
his eyes. He suddenly left the cabin, and I heard
him in violent controversy with some one who seemed to
me to talk gibberish in response to him. The matter
sounded as though it ended in blows. But in that
I thought my ears were mistaken. Then he shouted at
the dogs and returned to the cabin. Well, said he
(03:41):
in the doorway. You were just beginning to tell me.
I told him my name, Edward Prindick, and how I
had taken to natural history as a relief from the
dulness of my comfortable independence. He seemed interested in this.
I've done some thianth myself. I did my biology at
University College, getting out the ovary of the earthworm and
(04:04):
the radu lo of theth nail and all that. Lord,
it's ten years ago. Go on, go on, tell me
about the boat. He is evidently satisfied with the frankness
of my story, which it told in concise sentences, enough
for I felt horribly weak, And when it was finished,
he reverted at once to the topic of natural history
(04:26):
and his own biological studies. He began to question me
closely about Tottenham Court Road in Gower Street, with Kaplatti
still flourishing. What a shot that was. He had evidently
been a very ordinary medical student, and drifted incontinently to
the topic of the music. Hause he told me some
(04:46):
anecdotes left it all. He said, ten years ago, how
jolly it all youth to be. But I made a
young ath of myself, plained myself out before I was
twenty one. A dare say it's all different now. But
I must look up that ath of a cook and
thie what he done to your mutton? The growling overhead
(05:09):
was renewed so suddenly and with so much savage anger,
that it startled me. What's that? I called after him,
but the door had closed. He came back again with
the boiled mutton, and I was so excited by the
appetizing smell of it, that I forgot the noise of
the beast that had troubled me. After a day of
(05:32):
alternate sleep and feeding, I was so far recovered to
be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle
and see the green seas trying to keep pace with us.
I judged the schooner was running before the wind. Montgomery,
that was the name of the flaxen haired man, came
in again as I stood there, and I asked him
for some clothes. He lent me some duck things of
(05:54):
his own, for those I had worn in the boat
had been thrown overboard. They were other loose for me,
for he was large and long in his limbs. He
told me casually that the captain was three parts drunk
in his own cabin. As I assumed the clothes, I
began asking him some questions about the destination of the ship.
(06:15):
He said the ship was bound to Hawaii, but that
it had to land him first. Where, said I. It's
an island where I live. So far as I know
it hathn't got a name. He stared at me with
his nether lip dropping, and looked so wilfully stupid of
a sudden that it came into my head that he
(06:36):
desired to avoid my questions. I had the discretion to
ask no more
Two, the man who was going nowhere. The cabin in
which I found myself was small and rather untidy. The
youngish man, with flaxen hair, a bristly straw colored mustache,
and dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my wrist.
For a minute, we stared at each other without speaking.
(00:20):
He had waterly gray eyes, oddly void of expression. Then
just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being
knocked about in the low, angry growling of some large animal.
At the same time the man spoke up. He repeated
his question, how do you feel now? I think, I said,
(00:42):
I felt all right. I could not recollect how I
had got there. He must have seen the question in
my face, for my voice was inaccessible to me. Here
picked up in a boat starving. The name on the
boat was the Lady Vain, and that a thpots of
blood on the gun wale. At the same time, my
eye caught my hand, so thin that it looked like
(01:04):
a dirty skin purse full of loose bones. And all
the business of the boat came back to me. Have
thumb of this, said he, and gave me a dose
of some scarlet stuff iced. It tasted like blood and
made me feel stronger. You are in luck, said he
(01:24):
to get picked up by a ship with a medical
man aboard. He spoke with a slobbering articulation, with the
ghost of a lisp. What ship is this, I said, slowly,
hoarse from my long silence. It's a little trader from
Arica and Callao. I never asked where she came from
(01:46):
in the beginning, out of the land of born fools,
I gas, I'm a pasenger myself from Adka. The thiliad
who owned her heath captain too named Davies heath Lot,
his certificate or something. You know. The kind of man
calls the thing the apecacuana of all thilly infernal names.
(02:09):
Though when there's much of a thief without any wind,
she certainly acts according Then the noise of a head
began again, a snarling growl in the voice of a
human being, together, then another voice telling some heaven forsake
an idiot to desist. You were nearly dead, said my interlocutor.
(02:31):
Twas the very near thing, indeed, But they've put some
stuff into you now, noteth your arm's sore injections. You've
been insensible for nearly thirty hours, I thought, slowly. I
was distracted now by the helping of a number of dogs.
Am I eligible for solid food? I asked, think to me,
(02:56):
he said, even now the mutton is boiling. Yes, I said,
with assurance, I could eat some mutton. But said he
with a momentary hesitation. You know, I'm dying to hear
how you came to be alone in that boat. Damn
(03:17):
that howling, I thought. I detected a certain suspicion in
his eyes. He suddenly left the cabin, and I heard
him in violent controversy with some one who seemed to
me to talk gibberish in response to him. The matter
sounded as though it ended in blows. But in that
I thought my ears were mistaken. Then he shouted at
the dogs and returned to the cabin. Well, said he
(03:41):
in the doorway. You were just beginning to tell me.
I told him my name, Edward Prindick, and how I
had taken to natural history as a relief from the
dulness of my comfortable independence. He seemed interested in this.
I've done some thianth myself. I did my biology at
University College, getting out the ovary of the earthworm and
(04:04):
the radu lo of theth nail and all that. Lord,
it's ten years ago. Go on, go on, tell me
about the boat. He is evidently satisfied with the frankness
of my story, which it told in concise sentences, enough
for I felt horribly weak, And when it was finished,
he reverted at once to the topic of natural history
(04:26):
and his own biological studies. He began to question me
closely about Tottenham Court Road in Gower Street, with Kaplatti
still flourishing. What a shot that was. He had evidently
been a very ordinary medical student, and drifted incontinently to
the topic of the music. Hause he told me some
(04:46):
anecdotes left it all. He said, ten years ago, how
jolly it all youth to be. But I made a
young ath of myself, plained myself out before I was
twenty one. A dare say it's all different now. But
I must look up that ath of a cook and
thie what he done to your mutton? The growling overhead
(05:09):
was renewed so suddenly and with so much savage anger,
that it startled me. What's that? I called after him,
but the door had closed. He came back again with
the boiled mutton, and I was so excited by the
appetizing smell of it, that I forgot the noise of
the beast that had troubled me. After a day of
(05:32):
alternate sleep and feeding, I was so far recovered to
be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle
and see the green seas trying to keep pace with us.
I judged the schooner was running before the wind. Montgomery,
that was the name of the flaxen haired man, came
in again as I stood there, and I asked him
for some clothes. He lent me some duck things of
(05:54):
his own, for those I had worn in the boat
had been thrown overboard. They were other loose for me,
for he was large and long in his limbs. He
told me casually that the captain was three parts drunk
in his own cabin. As I assumed the clothes, I
began asking him some questions about the destination of the ship.
(06:15):
He said the ship was bound to Hawaii, but that
it had to land him first. Where, said I. It's
an island where I live. So far as I know
it hathn't got a name. He stared at me with
his nether lip dropping, and looked so wilfully stupid of
a sudden that it came into my head that he
(06:36):
desired to avoid my questions. I had the discretion to
ask no more
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