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In
some
instances
,
to
the
quick
,
observant
eye
,
those
linear
marks
,
as
in
a
veritable
engraving
,
but
afford
the
ground
for
far
other
delineations
.
These
are
hieroglyphical
;
that
is
,
if
you
call
those
mysterious
cyphers
on
the
walls
of
pyramids
hieroglyphics
,
then
that
is
the
proper
word
to
use
in
the
present
connexion
.
By
my
retentive
memory
of
the
hieroglyphics
upon
one
Sperm
Whale
in
particular
,
I
was
much
struck
with
a
plate
representing
the
old
Indian
characters
chiselled
on
the
famous
hieroglyphic
palisades
on
the
banks
of
the
Upper
Mississippi
.
Like
those
mystic
rocks
,
too
,
the
mystic-marked
whale
remains
undecipherable
.
This
allusion
to
the
Indian
rocks
reminds
me
of
another
thing
.
Besides
all
the
other
phenomena
which
the
exterior
of
the
Sperm
Whale
presents
,
he
not
seldom
displays
the
back
,
and
more
especially
his
flanks
,
effaced
in
great
part
of
the
regular
linear
appearance
,
by
reason
of
numerous
rude
scratches
,
altogether
of
an
irregular
,
random
aspect
.
I
should
say
that
those
New
England
rocks
on
the
seacoast
,
which
Agassiz
imagines
to
bear
the
marks
of
violent
scraping
contact
with
vast
floating
icebergs
--
I
should
say
,
that
those
rocks
must
not
a
little
resemble
the
Sperm
Whale
in
this
particular
.
It
also
seems
to
me
that
such
scratches
in
the
whale
are
probably
made
by
hostile
contact
with
other
whales
;
for
I
have
most
remarked
them
in
the
large
,
full-grown
bulls
of
the
species
.
A
word
or
two
more
concerning
this
matter
of
the
skin
or
blubber
of
the
whale
.
It
has
already
been
said
,
that
it
is
stript
from
him
in
long
pieces
,
called
blanket-pieces
.
Like
most
sea-terms
,
this
one
is
very
happy
and
significant
.
For
the
whale
is
indeed
wrapt
up
in
his
blubber
as
in
a
real
blanket
or
counterpane
;
or
,
still
better
,
an
Indian
poncho
slipt
over
his
head
,
and
skirting
his
extremity
.
It
is
by
reason
of
this
cosy
blanketing
of
his
body
,
that
the
whale
is
enabled
to
keep
himself
comfortable
in
all
weathers
,
in
all
seas
,
times
,
and
tides
.
What
would
become
of
a
Greenland
whale
,
say
,
in
those
shuddering
,
icy
seas
of
the
North
,
if
unsupplied
with
his
cosy
surtout
?
True
,
other
fish
are
found
exceedingly
brisk
in
those
Hyperborean
waters
;
but
these
,
be
it
observed
,
are
your
cold-blooded
,
lungless
fish
,
whose
very
bellies
are
refrigerators
;
creatures
,
that
warm
themselves
under
the
lee
of
an
iceberg
,
as
a
traveller
in
winter
would
bask
before
an
inn
fire
;
whereas
,
like
man
,
the
whale
has
lungs
and
warm
blood
.
Freeze
his
blood
,
and
he
dies
.
How
wonderful
is
it
then
--
except
after
explanation
--
that
this
great
monster
,
to
whom
corporeal
warmth
is
as
indispensable
as
it
is
to
man
;
how
wonderful
that
he
should
be
found
at
home
,
immersed
to
his
lips
for
life
in
those
Arctic
waters
!
where
,
when
seamen
fall
overboard
,
they
are
sometimes
found
,
months
afterwards
,
perpendicularly
frozen
into
the
hearts
of
fields
of
ice
,
as
a
fly
is
found
glued
in
amber
.
But
more
surprising
is
it
to
know
,
as
has
been
proved
by
experiment
,
that
the
blood
of
a
Polar
whale
is
warmer
than
that
of
a
Borneo
negro
in
summer
It
does
seem
to
me
,
that
herein
we
see
the
rare
virtue
of
a
strong
individual
vitality
,
and
the
rare
virtue
of
thick
walls
,
and
the
rare
virtue
of
interior
spaciousness
.
Oh
,
man
!
admire
and
model
thyself
after
the
whale
!
Do
thou
,
too
,
remain
warm
among
ice
.
Do
thou
,
too
,
live
in
this
world
without
being
of
it
.
Be
cool
at
the
equator
;
keep
thy
blood
fluid
at
the
Pole
.
Like
the
great
dome
of
St.
Peter
's
,
and
like
the
great
whale
,
retain
,
O
man
!
in
all
seasons
a
temperature
of
thine
own
.
But
how
easy
and
how
hopeless
to
teach
these
fine
things
!
Of
erections
,
how
few
are
domed
like
St.
Peter
's
!
of
creatures
,
how
few
vast
as
the
whale
!
Haul
in
the
chains
!
Let
the
carcase
go
astern
!
The
vast
tackles
have
now
done
their
duty
.
The
peeled
white
body
of
the
beheaded
whale
flashes
like
a
marble
sepulchre
;
though
changed
in
hue
,
it
has
not
perceptibly
lost
anything
in
bulk
.
It
is
still
colossal
.
Slowly
it
floats
more
and
more
away
,
the
water
round
it
torn
and
splashed
by
the
insatiate
sharks
,
and
the
air
above
vexed
with
rapacious
flights
of
screaming
fowls
,
whose
beaks
are
like
so
many
insulting
poniards
in
the
whale.The
vast
white
headless
phantom
floats
further
and
further
from
the
ship
,
and
every
rod
that
it
so
floats
,
what
seem
square
roods
of
sharks
and
cubic
roods
of
fowls
,
augment
the
murderous
din
.
For
hours
and
hours
from
the
almost
stationary
ship
that
hideous
sight
is
seen
.
Beneath
the
unclouded
and
mild
azure
sky
,
upon
the
fair
face
of
the
pleasant
sea
,
waited
by
the
joyous
breezes
,
that
great
mass
of
death
floats
on
and
on
,
till
lost
in
infinite
perspectives
.
There
's
a
most
doleful
and
most
mocking
funeral
!
The
sea-vultures
all
in
pious
mourning
,
the
air-sharks
all
punctiliously
in
black
or
speckled
.
In
life
but
few
of
them
would
have
helped
the
whale
,
I
ween
,
if
peradventure
he
had
needed
it
;
but
upon
the
banquet
of
his
funeral
they
most
piously
do
pounce
.
Oh
,
horrible
vulturism
of
earth
!
from
which
not
the
mightiest
whale
is
free
.
Nor
is
this
the
end
.
Desecrated
as
the
body
is
,
a
vengeful
ghost
survives
and
hovers
over
it
to
scare
Espied
by
some
timid
man-of-war
or
blundering
discovery-vessel
from
afar
,
when
the
distance
obscuring
the
swarming
fowls
,
nevertheless
still
shows
the
white
mass
floating
in
the
sun
,
and
the
white
spray
heaving
high
against
it
;
straightway
the
whale
's
unharming
corpse
,
with
trembling
fingers
is
set
down
in
the
log
--
shoals
,
rocks
,
and
breakers
hereabout
:
beware
!
And
for
years
afterwards
,
perhaps
,
ships
shun
the
place
;
leaping
over
it
as
silly
sheep
leap
over
a
vacuum
,
because
their
leader
originally
leaped
there
when
a
stick
was
held
.
There
's
your
law
of
precedents
;
there
's
your
utility
of
traditions
;
there
's
the
story
of
your
obstinate
survival
of
old
beliefs
never
bottomed
on
the
earth
,
and
now
not
even
hovering
in
the
air
!
There
's
orthodoxy
!
