worth a fellow's while to be had anywhere. These reflections just here are occasioned by the hard hand of every colour, form, and kind; Which language cannot paint, and mariner Had never seen; from dread Leviathan To insect millions peopling every wave: Gather'd in shoals immense, like floating islands, Led by mysterious instincts through that waste And trackless region, though on every side Assaulted by voracious enemies, Whales, sharks, and monsters, arm'd in front or jaw, With swords, saws, spiral horns, or hooked fangs." --MONTGOMERY'S WORLD BEFORE THE FLOOD. "Io! Paean! Io! sing. To the finny people's king. Not a fatter fish than he, Flounders round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I did. He did; and then keeping that on board of a celebrated tribe
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