The Black Whale. The Great Whale. The True Whale. the Right Whale. There is a deal of obscurity concerning the identity of the species thus multitudinously baptised. What then is the whale, which I include in the second species of my Folios? It is the Great Mysticetus of the English naturalists - the Greenland Whale of the English whalemen.
They say that men who have seen the world, thereby become quite at ease in manner, quite self-possessed in company.
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The cabin entrance was locked within the hatches were all on, and lumbered with coils of rigging. Going forward to the forecastle, we found the slide of the scuttle open. Seeing a light, we went down, and found only an old rigger there, wrapped in a tattered pea-jacket.
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The wood was green as mosses of the Icy Glen the trees stood high and haughty, feeling their living sap the industrious earth beneath was as a weaver's loom with a gorgeous carpet on it, whereof the ground-vine tendrils formed the warp.
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I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted the grinning landlord very pleasantly. I cherished no malice towards him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my bedfellow.
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