Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Charles W. Morgan pt. 12
Look at that! It's the last of the drawings from my time at Mystic Seaport, sailing into the sunset!
October 13. "There she blows," was sung out from the masthead.
"Where away?" demanded the captain.
"Three points off the lee bow, sir."
"Raise up your wheel. Steady!"
"Mast-head ahoy! Do you see that whale now?"
"Ay ay, sir! A shoal of Sperm Whales! There she blows! There she breaches!"
"Sing out! sing out every time!"
"Ay ay, sir! There she blows! there- there- thar she blows- bowes- bo-o-os!"
J. Ross Browne's Etchings of a Whaling Cruise, 1846
as quoted by Herman Melville