Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"’No, perhaps not. Time was very swift, just then. I will tell you
now, Captain Nichols, that I myself had begun to grow alarmed. He
waited very long. He was more wilful than I had fully anticipated; a
strong, determined man, and an arch-criminal. But, as it chanced, this
made it the more interesting’
"I didn’t care to argue such a subtle point. ’What did you have in mind,
Lee Fu’ I asked ’before the typhoon shifted? Did you expect the centre
of it to catch us?’
"The question seemed to amuse him. ’Captain, I had no plan’ he
explained in a puzzled tone ’It is dangerous to make plans, or to live
according to a fixed design. There was a task to be begun; the
determination of its direction and result lay with the gods. It was
plain to me that I had been called upon to act; beyond that I neither
saw nor cared to see. Action once begun, I seized events as they came
my way.... How characteristic that you ask me for my plan! Would you
have the temerity to inquire into the divine control of events? Or do
you think that a man really may make a plan?’
"I could believe his statement only because I’d witnessed his incredible
calmness.
"He waved a hand toward the city. ’Come, my friend, let us sleep’ said
he ’We have earned our rest—and that is something not always won from
life. But beware of over-confidence, and never plan. It is by
straining to see the future that men exhaust themselves for present
usefulness. It is by daring to make plans that men bring down on their
heads the wrath of heaven. We are the instruments of the gods; through
us, they put their own plans in operation. The only failure in life is
not to hear when the gods command. In this case, however, there could
have been no question; the design was too apparent. From the first, I
was sure and happy. There were constantly too many propitious signs’"
*THE UNCHARTED ISLE*
*THE UNCHARTED ISLE*
*I*
"They say the man is mad" I whispered, nodding across the room
"Pendleton pointed him out to me in Wellington Street this morning"
Nichols gave his twisted smile. "Yes, mad, or inspired, or something
very wonderful. Who is competent to judge? But I haven’t seen him up
this way for a long while. Another expedition must be on foot in search
of the Uncharted Isle"
"What’s that? You know him, then?"
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