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In
the
morning
,
Thomas
Mugridge
being
duly
bribed
,
the
galley
is
pleasantly
areek
with
the
odour
of
their
frying
;
while
dolphin
meat
is
served
fore
and
aft
on
such
occasions
as
Johnson
catches
the
blazing
beauties
from
the
bowsprit
end
.
Johnson
seems
to
spend
all
his
spare
time
there
or
aloft
at
the
crosstrees
,
watching
the
Ghost
cleaving
the
water
under
press
of
sail
.
There
is
passion
,
adoration
,
in
his
eyes
,
and
he
goes
about
in
a
sort
of
trance
,
gazing
in
ecstasy
at
the
swelling
sails
,
the
foaming
wake
,
and
the
heave
and
the
run
of
her
over
the
liquid
mountains
that
are
moving
with
us
in
stately
procession
.
The
days
and
nights
are
"
all
a
wonder
and
a
wild
delight
,
"
and
though
I
have
little
time
from
my
dreary
work
,
I
steal
odd
moments
to
gaze
and
gaze
at
the
unending
glory
of
what
I
never
dreamed
the
world
possessed
.
Above
,
the
sky
is
stainless
blue
--
blue
as
the
sea
itself
,
which
under
the
forefoot
is
of
the
colour
and
sheen
of
azure
satin
.
All
around
the
horizon
are
pale
,
fleecy
clouds
,
never
changing
,
never
moving
,
like
a
silver
setting
for
the
flawless
turquoise
sky
.
I
do
not
forget
one
night
,
when
I
should
have
been
asleep
,
of
lying
on
the
forecastle-head
and
gazing
down
at
the
spectral
ripple
of
foam
thrust
aside
by
the
Ghost
's
forefoot
.
It
sounded
like
the
gurgling
of
a
brook
over
mossy
stones
in
some
quiet
dell
,
and
the
crooning
song
of
it
lured
me
away
and
out
of
myself
till
I
was
no
longer
Hump
the
cabin-boy
,
nor
Van
Weyden
,
the
man
who
had
dreamed
away
thirty-five
years
among
books
.
But
a
voice
behind
me
,
the
unmistakable
voice
of
Wolf
Larsen
,
strong
with
the
invincible
certitude
of
the
man
and
mellow
with
appreciation
of
the
words
he
was
quoting
,
aroused
me
.
"
'
O
the
blazing
tropic
night
,
when
the
wake
's
a
welt
of
light
That
holds
the
hot
sky
tame
,
And
the
steady
forefoot
snores
through
the
planet-powdered
floors
Where
the
scared
whale
flukes
in
flame
.
Her
plates
are
scarred
by
the
sun
,
dear
lass
,
