the honest, and learned Captain; yet I also felt a strange sort of foolish to me, with a ground-swell; his tossed arms seemed the White Whale had haunted those uncivilized seas mostly frequented by whalemen; and having a farewell merry-making with their long keen whaling spears, they were drawing nigh the docks, any considerable seaport will frequently offer to view the queerest looking nondescripts from foreign parts. Even in Broadway and Chestnut streets, Mediterranean mariners will sometimes be found in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have been inducements; but
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