Man; his physical components everywhere diversified, his mental everywhere alike.—Author, passim.
The very first news that greeted our landing was of the fall of Bullings. Poor Bullings! The merciless Bears had tripped him up at last. He fell, and great indeed, for the passing moment, was the fall. But as usual, no doubt, as I reflected to myself, small now is the man, if not indeed entirely forgotten, since he has fallen. And with this moralizing, Bullings had soon well-nigh entirely slipped out of my own mind and memory also, seeing that, fortunately, as compared with many others, I had at the time no account, speculative or otherwise, outstanding with him.
For some little time I was now up to the eyes with work, bringing up arrears, and getting ready for an inner voyage, along with my promised companion, old Brown. I had to keep the latter well up to the scratch, as I half suspected him of regretting his promise, and of thinking that there might be more
