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But

if

we

Southern

whale-fishers

are

not

so

snugly

housed

aloft

as

Captain

Sleet

and

his

Greenlandmen

were

;

yet

that

disadvantage

is

greatly

counter-balanced

by

the

widely

contrasting

serenity

of

those

seductive

seas

in

which

we

South

fishers

mostly

float

.

For

one

,

I

used

to

lounge

up

the

rigging

very

leisurely

,

resting

in

the

top

to

have

a

chat

with

Queequeg

,

or

any

one

else

off

duty

whom

I

might

find

there

;

then

ascending

a

little

way

further

,

and

throwing

a

lazy

leg

over

the

top-sail

yard

,

take

a

preliminary

view

of

the

watery

pastures

,

and

so

at

last

mount

to

my

ultimate

destination

.

Let

me

make

a

clean

breast

of

it

here

,

and

frankly

admit

that

I

kept

but

sorry

guard

.

With

the

problem

of

the

universe

revolving

in

me

,

how

could

I

--

being

left

completely

to

myself

at

such

a

thought-engendering

altitude

--

how

could

I

but

lightly

hold

my

obligations

to

observe

all

whaleships

'

standing

orders

,

"

Keep

your

weather

eye

open

,

and

sing

out

every

time

.

"

And

let

me

in

this

place

movingly

admonish

you

,

ye

ship-owners

of

Nantucket

!

Beware

of

enlisting

in

your

vigilant

fisheries

any

lad

with

lean

brow

and

hollow

eye

;

given

to

unseasonable

meditativeness

;

and

who

offers

to

ship

with

the

Phaedon

instead

of

Bowditch

in

his

head

.

Beware

of

such

an

one

,

I

say

:

your

whales

must

be

seen

before

they

can

be

killed

;

and

this

sunken-eyed

young

Platonist

will

tow

you

ten

wakes

round

the

world

,

and

never

make

you

one

pint

of

sperm

the

richer

.

Nor

are

these

monitions

at

all

unneeded

.

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For

nowadays

,

the

whale-fishery

furnishes

an

asylum

for

many

romantic

,

melancholy

,

and

absent-minded

young

men

,

disgusted

with

the

corking

care

of

earth

,

and

seeking

sentiment

in

tar

and

blubber

.

Childe

Harold

not

unfrequently

perches

himself

upon

the

mast-head

of

some

luckless

disappointed

whale-ship

,

and

in

moody

phrase

ejaculates

:

--

"

Roll

on

,

thou

deep

and

dark

blue

ocean

,

roll

!

Ten

thousand

blubber-hunters

sweep

over

thee

in

vain

.

"

Very

often

do

the

captains

of

such

ships

take

those

absent-minded

young

philosophers

to

task

,

upbraiding

them

with

not

feeling

sufficient

"

interest

"

in

the

voyage

;

half-hinting

that

they

are

so

hopelessly

lost

to

all

honorable

ambition

,

as

that

in

their

secret

souls

they

would

rather

not

see

whales

than

otherwise

.

But

all

in

vain

;

those

young

Platonists

have

a

notion

that

their

vision

is

imperfect

;

they

are

short-sighted

;

what

use

,

then

,

to

strain

the

visual

nerve

?

They

have

left

their

opera-glasses

at

home

.

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"

Why

,

thou

monkey

,

"

said

a

harpooneer

to

one

of

these

lads

,

"

we

've

been

cruising

now

hard

upon

three

years

,

and

thou

hast

not

raised

a

whale

yet

.

Whales

are

scarce

as

hen

's

teeth

whenever

thou

art

up

here

.

"

Perhaps

they

were

;

or

perhaps

there

might

have

been

shoals

of

them

in

the

far

horizon

;

but

lulled

into

such

an

opium-like

listlessness

of

vacant

,

unconscious

reverie

is

this

absent-minded

youth

by

the

blending

cadence

of

waves

with

thoughts

,

that

at

last

he

loses

his

identity

;

takes

the

mystic

ocean

at

his

feet

for

the

visible

image

of

that

deep

,

blue

,

bottomless

soul

,

pervading

mankind

and

nature

;

and

every

strange

,

half-seen

,

gliding

,

beautiful

thing

that

eludes

him

;

every

dimly-discovered

,

uprising

fin

of

some

undiscernible

form

,

seems

to

him

the

embodiment

of

those

elusive

thoughts

that

only

people

the

soul

by

continually

flitting

through

it

.

In

this

enchanted

mood

,

thy

spirit

ebbs

away

to

whence

it

came

;

becomes

diffused

through

time

and

space

;

like

Crammer

's

sprinkled

Pantheistic

ashes

,

forming

at

last

a

part

of

every

shore

the

round

globe

over

.

There

is

no

life

in

thee

,

now

,

except

that

rocking

life

imparted

by

a

gentle

rolling

ship

;

by

her

,

borrowed

from

the

sea

;

by

the

sea

,

from

the

inscrutable

tides

of

God

.

But

while

this

sleep

,

this

dream

is

on

ye

,

move

your

foot

or

hand

an

inch

;

slip

your

hold

at

all

;

and

your

identity

comes

back

in

horror

.

Over

Descartian

vortices

you

hover

.

And

perhaps

,

at

midday

,

in

the

fairest

weather

,

with

one

half-throttled

shriek

you

drop

through

that

transparent

air

into

the

summer

sea

,

no

more

to

rise

for

ever

.

Heed

it

well

,

ye

Pantheists

!

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