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No
;
but
here
thou
beholdest
even
in
a
dumb
brute
,
the
instinct
of
the
knowledge
of
the
demonism
in
the
world
.
Though
thousands
of
miles
from
Oregon
,
still
when
he
smells
that
savage
musk
,
the
rending
,
goring
bison
herds
are
as
present
as
to
the
deserted
wild
foal
of
the
prairies
,
which
this
instant
they
may
be
trampling
into
dust
.
Thus
,
then
,
the
muffled
rollings
of
a
milky
sea
;
the
bleak
rustlings
of
the
festooned
frosts
of
mountains
;
the
desolate
shiftings
of
the
windrowed
snows
of
prairies
;
all
these
,
to
Ishmael
,
are
as
the
shaking
of
that
buffalo
robe
to
the
frightened
colt
!
Though
neither
knows
where
lie
the
nameless
things
of
which
the
mystic
sign
gives
forth
such
hints
;
yet
with
me
,
as
with
the
colt
,
somewhere
those
things
must
exist
.
Though
in
many
of
its
aspects
this
visible
world
seems
formed
in
love
,
the
invisible
spheres
were
formed
in
fright
.
But
not
yet
have
we
solved
the
incantation
of
this
whiteness
,
and
learned
why
it
appeals
with
such
power
to
the
soul
;
and
more
strange
and
far
more
portentous
--
why
,
as
we
have
seen
,
it
is
at
once
the
most
meaning
symbol
of
spiritual
things
,
nay
,
the
very
veil
of
the
Christian
's
Deity
;
and
yet
should
be
as
it
is
,
the
intensifying
agent
in
things
the
most
appalling
to
mankind
.
Is
it
that
by
its
indefiniteness
it
shadows
forth
the
heartless
voids
and
immensities
of
the
universe
,
and
thus
stabs
us
from
behind
with
the
thought
of
annihilation
,
when
beholding
the
white
depths
of
the
milky
way
?
Or
is
it
,
that
as
in
essence
whiteness
is
not
so
much
a
color
as
the
visible
absence
of
color
;
and
at
the
same
time
the
concrete
of
all
colors
;
is
it
for
these
reasons
that
there
is
such
a
dumb
blankness
,
full
of
meaning
,
in
a
wide
landscape
of
snows
--
a
colorless
,
all-color
of
atheism
from
which
we
shrink
?
And
when
we
consider
that
other
theory
of
the
natural
philosophers
,
that
all
other
earthly
hues
--
every
stately
or
lovely
emblazoning
--
the
sweet
tinges
of
sunset
skies
and
woods
;
yea
,
and
the
gilded
velvets
of
butterflies
,
and
the
butterfly
cheeks
of
young
girls
;
all
these
are
but
subtile
deceits
,
not
actually
inherent
in
substances
,
but
only
laid
on
from
without
;
so
that
all
deified
Nature
absolutely
paints
like
the
harlot
,
whose
allurements
cover
nothing
but
the
charnel-house
within
;
and
when
we
proceed
further
,
and
consider
that
the
mystical
cosmetic
which
produces
every
one
of
her
hues
,
the
great
principle
of
light
,
for
ever
remains
white
or
colorless
in
itself
,
and
if
operating
without
medium
upon
matter
,
would
touch
all
objects
,
even
tulips
and
roses
,
with
its
own
blank
tinge
--
pondering
all
this
,
the
palsied
universe
lies
before
us
a
leper
;
and
like
wilful
travellers
in
Lapland
,
who
refuse
to
wear
colored
and
coloring
glasses
upon
their
eyes
,
so
the
wretched
infidel
gazes
himself
blind
at
the
monumental
white
shroud
that
wraps
all
the
prospect
around
him
.
And
of
all
these
things
the
Albino
whale
was
the
symbol
.
Wonder
ye
then
at
the
fiery
hunt
?
"
HIST
!
Did
you
hear
that
noise
,
Cabaco
?
It
was
the
middle-watch
:
a
fair
moonlight
;
the
seamen
were
standing
in
a
cordon
,
extending
from
one
of
the
fresh-water
butts
in
the
waist
,
to
the
scuttle-butt
near
the
taffrail
.
In
this
manner
,
they
passed
the
buckets
to
fill
the
scuttle-butt
.
Standing
,
for
the
most
part
,
on
the
hallowed
precincts
of
the
quarter-deck
,
they
were
careful
not
to
speak
or
rustle
their
feet
.
From
hand
to
hand
,
the
buckets
went
in
the
deepest
silence
,
only
broken
by
the
occasional
flap
of
a
sail
,
and
the
steady
hum
of
the
unceasingly
advancing
keel
.
It
was
in
the
midst
of
this
repose
,
that
Archy
,
one
of
the
cordon
,
whose
post
was
near
the
after-hatches
,
whispered
to
his
neighbor
,
a
Cholo
,
the
words
above
.
"
Hist
!
did
you
hear
that
noise
,
Cabaco
?
"
