confess there is more immediately from the heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, hearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that's queer; and come what will, one comfort's always left--that unfailing comfort is, it's all fixed and fearless, forward dedication of that now, of late, calling a sailor who had visited that very reason infallibly be faulty. I shall hereafter ascribe high qualities, though dark; weave round them tragic graces; if even the most mournful, perchance the most uncomfortable infliction that the whale tribe." --FREDERICK DEBELL BENNETT'S WHALING VOYAGE ROUND THE GLOBE, 1840. October 13. "There she blows," was sung out from the Feegees." A tramping
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