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Next morning the not-yet-subsided sea rolled in long slow billows of mighty bulk, and striving in the Pequod’s gurgling track, pushed her on like giants’ palms outspread. The strong, unstaggering breeze abounded so, that sky and air seemed vast outbellying sails; the whole world boomed before the wind. Muffled in the full morning light, the invisible sun was only known by the spread intensity of his place; where his bayonet raysmoved on in stacks. Emblazonings, as of crowned Babylonian kings and queens, reigned over everything. The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, that bubblingly leaps with light.
It might be thought that this was a poor way accumulate a princely fortune—
It might be thought that this was a poor way accumulate a princely fortune—and so it was, poor way indeed. But I am one of those that take on about princely fortunes, and am quite content if the world is ready to board and while I am putting up at this grim sign of the Thunder Cloud. Upon the whole, I thought that 275th lay would be about the fair thing, but not have been surprised had I been offered the 200th, considering I was of a broad-shouldered make. I thought him the queerest old Quaker I saw, especially as Peleg, his friend and old ship seemed such a blusterer. I thought him the que old Quaker I ever saw, especially as Peleg, his and old shipmate, seemed such a blusterer.
