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extremity
of
the
American
continent
,
to
which
some
Dutch
sailors
gave
the
name
of
their
native
town
,
Cape
Horn
.
The
course
was
taken
towards
the
north-west
,
and
the
next
day
the
screw
of
the
frigate
was
at
last
beating
the
waters
of
the
Pacific
.
"
Keep
your
eyes
open
!
"
called
out
the
sailors
.
And
they
were
opened
widely
.
Both
eyes
and
glasses
,
a
little
dazzled
,
it
is
true
,
by
the
prospect
of
two
thousand
dollars
,
had
not
an
instant
's
repose
.
I
myself
,
for
whom
money
had
no
charms
,
was
not
the
least
attentive
on
board
.
Giving
but
few
minutes
to
my
meals
,
but
a
few
hours
to
sleep
,
indifferent
to
either
rain
or
sunshine
,
I
did
not
leave
the
poop
of
the
vessel
.
Now
leaning
on
the
netting
of
the
forecastle
,
now
on
the
taffrail
,
I
devoured
with
eagerness
the
soft
foam
which
whitened
the
sea
as
far
as
the
eye
could
reach
;
and
how
often
have
I
shared
the
emotion
of
the
majority
of
the
crew
,
when
some
capricious
whale
raised
its
black
back
above
the
waves
!
The
poop
of
the
vessel
was
crowded
on
a
moment
.
The
cabins
poured
forth
a
torrent
of
sailors
and
officers
,
each
with
heaving
breast
and
troubled
eye
watching
the
course
of
the
cetacean
.
I
looked
and
looked
till
I
was
nearly
blind
,
whilst
Conseil
kept
repeating
in
a
calm
voice
:
"
If
,
sir
,
you
would
not
squint
so
much
,
you
would
see
better
!
"
But
vain
excitement
!
The
Abraham
Lincoln
checked
its
speed
and
made
for
the
animal
signalled
,
a
simple
whale
,
or
common
cachalot
,
which
soon
disappeared
amidst
a
storm
of
abuse
.
But
the
weather
was
good
.
The
voyage
was
being
accomplished
under
the
most
favourable
auspices
.
It
was
then
the
bad
season
in
Australia
,
the
July
of
that
zone
corresponding
to
our
January
in
Europe
,
but
the
sea
was
beautiful
and
easily
scanned
round
a
vast
circumference
.
The
20th
of
July
,
the
tropic
of
Capricorn
was
cut
by
105d
of
longitude
,
and
the
27th
of
the
same
month
we
crossed
the
Equator
on
the
110th
meridian
.
This
passed
,
the
frigate
took
a
more
decided
westerly
direction
,
and
scoured
the
central
waters
of
the
Pacific
.
Commander
Farragut
thought
,
and
with
reason
,
that
it
was
better
to
remain
in
deep
water
,
and
keep
clear
of
continents
or
islands
,
which
the
beast
itself
seemed
to
shun
-LRB-
perhaps
because
there
was
not
enough
water
for
him
!
suggested
the
greater
part
of
the
crew
-RRB-
.
The
frigate
passed
at
some
distance
from
the
Marquesas
and
the
Sandwich
Islands
,
crossed
the
tropic
of
Cancer
,
and
made
for
the
China
Seas
.
We
were
on
the
theatre
of
the
last
diversions
of
the
monster
:
and
,
to
say
truth
,
we
no
longer
lived
on
board
.
The
entire
ship
's
crew
were
undergoing
a
nervous
excitement
,
of
which
I
can
give
no
idea
:
they
could
not
eat
,
they
could
not
sleep
--
twenty
times
a
day
,
a
misconception
or
an
optical
illusion
of
some
sailor
seated
on
the
taffrail
,
would
cause
dreadful
perspirations
,
and
these
emotions
,
twenty
times
repeated
,
kept
us
in
a
state
of
excitement
so
violent
that
a
reaction
was
unavoidable
.
And
truly
,
reaction
soon
showed
itself
.
For
three
months
,
during
which
a
day
seemed
an
age
,
the
Abraham
Lincoln
furrowed
all
the
waters
of
the
Northern
Pacific
,
running
at
whales
,
making
sharp
deviations
from
her
course
,
veering
suddenly
from
one
tack
to
another
,
stopping
suddenly
,
putting
on
steam
,
and
backing
ever
and
anon
at
the
risk
of
deranging
her
machinery
,
and
not
one
point
of
the
Japanese
or
American
coast
was
left
unexplored
.
