1 Also, he was blind, blind as a bat.
2 And then we played hide-and-seek with the blind man.
3 And still there was that hint of the feebleness of the blind in his walk.
4 I sprang upon him, blindly, insanely, and drove the knife into his shoulder.
5 Then, as the short day waned, we fell to discussing Wolf Larsen's blindness.
6 Yet that smoke which blinded me and made me cough and gasp must have a source.
7 I shall never be able to trust him," I averred, "and far less now that he is blind.
8 It was a real attack this time," I said: "another shock like the one that made him blind.
9 But the sweeter music was playing in my ears, and I was blind and oblivious to all about me.
10 Do you know, I sometimes catch myself wishing that I, too, were blind to the facts of life and only knew its fancies and illusions.
11 His eyes were blinded so that he could not see, and the blood running from ears and nose and mouth turned the cabin into a shambles.
12 When he, strong man that he was, loving life as he did, accepted his death, it was plain that he was troubled by something more than mere blindness.
13 But still I had feared him, blind and helpless and listening, always listening, and I never let his strong arms get within reach of me while I worked.
14 For three days this blinding headache lasted, and he suffered as wild animals suffer, as it seemed the way on ship to suffer, without plaint, without sympathy, utterly alone.
15 He had entered the fog to windward of the steamer, and while the steamer had blindly driven on into the fog in the chance of catching him, he had come about and out of his shelter and was now running down to re-enter to leeward.