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He was quite sane, yet he hated those men at mealtime. He was haunted by a fear that the food would not last. He inquired of the cook, the cabin boy, the captain, concerning the food stores. They reassured him countless times; but he could not believe them, and pried cunningly about the lazarette to see with his own eyes. HE WAS QUITE SANE YET HE HATED THOSE MEN AT MEAL TIME HE WAS HAUNTED BY A FEAR THAT THE FOOD WOULD NOT LAST HE INQUIRED OF THE COOK THE CABIN BOY THE CAPTAIN CONCERNING THE FOOD STORES THEY REASSURED HIM COUNTLESS TIMES BUT HE COULD NOT BELIEVE THEM AND PRIED CUNNINGLY ABOUT THE LAZARETTE TO SEE WITH HIS OWN EYES
le to classify it, and, being scientific men, they climbed into the whale-boat alongside and went ashore to see. And they saw something that was alive but which could hardly be called a man. It was blind, unconscious. It squirmed along the ground like some monstrous worm. Most of its efforts were ineffectual, but it was persistent, and it writhed and twisted and went ahead perhaps a score of feet an hour. * * * * * Three weeks afterward the man lay in a bunk on the whale-ship _Bedford_, and with tears streaming down his wasted cheeks told who he was and what he had undergone. He also babbled incoherently of his mother, of sunny Southern California, and a home among the orange groves and flowers. The days were not many after that when he sat at table with the scientific men and ship's officers. He gloated over the spectacle of so much food, watching it anxiously as it went into the mouths of others. With the disappearance of each mouthful an expression of deep regret came into his eyes.  TOWARD THE WATER THEY WERE UNABLE TO CLASSIFY IT AND BEING SCIENTIFIC MEN THEY CLIMBED INTO THE WHALE BOAT ALONGSIDE AND WENT ASHORE TO SEE AND THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT WAS ALIVE BUT WHICH COULD HARDLY BE CALLED A MAN IT WAS BLIND UNCONSCIOUS IT SQUIRMED ALONG THE GROUND LIKE SOME MONSTROUS WORM MOST OF ITS EFFORTS WERE INEFFECTUAL BUT IT WAS PERSISTENT AND IT WRITHED AND TWISTED AND WENT AHEAD PERHAPS A SCORE OF FEET AN HOUR THREE WEEKS AFTERWARD THE MAN LAY IN A BUNK ON THE WHALE SHIP BEDFORD AND WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS WASTED CHEEKS TOLD WHO HE WAS AND WHAT HE HAD UNDERGONE HE ALSO BABBLED INCOHERENTLY OF HIS MOTHER OF SUNNY SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA AND A HOME AMONG THE ORANGE GROVES AND FLOWERS THE DAYS WERE NOT MANY AFTER THAT WHEN HE SAT AT TABLE WITH THE SCIENTIFIC MEN AND SHIP'S OFFICERS HE GLOATED OVER THE SPECTACLE OF SO MUCH FOOD WATCHING IT ANXIOUSLY AS IT WENT INTO THE MOUTHS OF OTHERS WITH THE DISAPPEARANCE OF EACH MOUTHFUL AN EXPRESSION OF DEEP REGRET CAME INTO HIS EYES
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