The Sea Wolf

he wrathful powers to cease and let us be. What I saw I could not at first beli

"He had too great strength."

And then the wheel would reappear, and Wolf Larsen's broad shoulders, his hands gripping the spokes and holding the schooner to the course of his will, himself an earth-god, dominating the storm, flinging its descending waters from him and riding it to his own ends.

He left me as suddenly as he had come, springing to the deck with the weight and softness of a tiger.

Don't let a little thing like that bother you. You'll get used to such things in time. It may cripple you some, but all the same you'll be learning to walk.

a conviction to grow of a tremendous and excessive mental or spiritual strength that lay behind, sleeping in the deeps of his being.

And rescue us from ourselves

, by what strange trick of the imagination I know not,

before I knew it my arms were about her

be buried alive and be worse than dead