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The

first

boat

we

read

of

,

floated

on

an

ocean

,

that

with

Portuguese

vengeance

had

whelmed

a

whole

world

without

leaving

so

much

as

a

widow

.

That

same

ocean

rolls

now

;

that

same

ocean

destroyed

the

wrecked

ships

of

last

year

.

Yea

,

foolish

mortals

,

Noah

's

flood

is

not

yet

subsided

;

two

thirds

of

the

fair

world

it

yet

covers

.

Wherein

differ

the

sea

and

the

land

,

that

a

miracle

upon

one

is

not

a

miracle

upon

the

other

?

Preternatural

terrors

rested

upon

the

Hebrews

,

when

under

the

feet

of

Korah

and

his

company

the

live

ground

opened

and

swallowed

them

up

for

ever

;

yet

not

a

modern

sun

ever

sets

,

but

in

precisely

the

same

manner

the

live

sea

swallows

up

ships

and

crews

.

But

not

only

is

the

sea

such

a

foe

to

man

who

is

an

alien

to

it

,

but

it

is

also

a

fiend

to

its

own

off-spring

;

worse

than

the

Persian

host

who

murdered

his

own

guests

;

sparing

not

the

creatures

which

itself

hath

spawned

.

Like

a

savage

tigress

that

tossing

in

the

jungle

overlays

her

own

cubs

,

so

the

sea

dashes

even

the

mightiest

whales

against

the

rocks

,

and

leaves

them

there

side

by

side

with

the

split

wrecks

of

ships

.

No

mercy

,

no

power

but

its

own

controls

it

.

Panting

and

snorting

like

a

mad

battle

steed

that

has

lost

its

rider

,

the

masterless

ocean

overruns

the

globe

.

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Consider

the

subtleness

of

the

sea

;

how

its

most

dreaded

creatures

glide

under

water

,

unapparent

for

the

most

part

,

and

treacherously

hidden

beneath

the

loveliest

tints

of

azure

.

Consider

also

the

devilish

brilliance

and

beauty

of

many

of

its

most

remorseless

tribes

,

as

the

dainty

embellished

shape

of

many

species

of

sharks

.

Consider

once

more

,

the

universal

cannibalism

of

the

sea

;

all

whose

creatures

prey

upon

each

other

,

carrying

on

eternal

war

since

the

world

began

Consider

all

this

;

and

then

turn

to

this

green

,

gentle

,

and

most

docile

earth

;

consider

them

both

,

the

sea

and

the

land

;

and

do

you

not

find

a

strange

analogy

to

something

in

yourself

?

For

as

this

appalling

ocean

surrounds

the

verdant

land

,

so

in

the

soul

of

man

there

lies

one

insular

Tahiti

,

full

of

peace

and

joy

,

but

encompassed

by

all

the

horrors

of

the

half

known

life

.

God

keep

thee

!

Push

not

off

from

that

isle

,

thou

canst

never

return

!

Slowly

wading

through

the

meadows

of

brit

,

the

Pequod

still

held

on

her

way

north-eastward

towards

the

island

of

Java

;

a

gentle

air

impelling

her

keel

,

so

that

in

the

surrounding

serenity

her

three

tall

tapering

masts

mildly

waved

to

that

languid

breeze

,

as

three

mild

palms

on

a

plain

.

And

still

,

at

wide

intervals

in

the

silvery

night

,

the

lonely

,

alluring

jet

would

be

seen

.

But

one

transparent

blue

morning

,

when

a

stillness

almost

preternatural

spread

over

the

sea

,

however

unattended

with

any

stagnant

calm

;

when

the

long

burnished

sun-glade

on

the

waters

seemed

a

golden

finger

laid

across

them

,

enjoining

some

secrecy

;

when

the

slippered

waves

whispered

together

as

they

softly

ran

on

;

in

this

profound

hush

of

the

visible

sphere

a

strange

spectre

was

seen

by

Daggoo

from

the

main-mast-head

.

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In

the

distance

,

a

great

white

mass

lazily

rose

,

and

rising

higher

and

higher

,

and

disentangling

itself

from

the

azure

,

at

last

gleamed

before

our

prow

like

a

snow-slide

,

new

slid

from

the

hills

.

Thus

glistening

for

a

moment

,

as

slowly

it

subsided

,

and

sank

.

Then

once

more

arose

,

and

silently

gleamed

.

It

seemed

not

a

whale

;

and

yet

is

this

Moby

Dick

?

thought

Daggoo

.

Again

the

phantom

went

down

,

but

on

re-appearing

once

more

,

with

a

stiletto-like

cry

that

startled

every

man

from

his

nod

,

the

negro

yelled

out

--

"

There

!

there

again

!

there

she

breaches

!

right

ahead

!

The

White

Whale

,

the

White

Whale

!

"

Upon

this

,

the

seamen

rushed

to

the

yard-arms

,

as

in

swarming-time

the

bees

rush

to

the

boughs

.

Bare-headed

in

the

sultry

sun

,

Ahab

stood

on

the

bowsprit

,

and

with

one

hand

pushed

far

behind

in

readiness

to

wave

his

orders

to

the

helmsman

,

cast

his

eager

glance

in

the

direction

indicated

aloft

by

the

outstretched

motionless

arm

of

Daggoo

.

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