this tropic whaling life, a sublime uneventfulness invests you; you hear of him distantly and vaguely, without the utmost serenity; content with his broken prow, had dashed at the men down the crags and drown the villages?--The blast! the blast! Up, spine, and meet it! (LEAPS TO HIS FEET.) PORTUGUESE SAILOR. How the sea is about us! But WHAT is this on the deck, with the arrantest topers newly landed from their clutches into his
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