tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33630897073464959372024-02-21T07:29:36.253-08:00PegasusSora Blogging Tipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08323496988402446296noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-9633180093102222072014-11-18T13:21:00.003-08:002014-11-18T13:21:19.109-08:00Mountainous Way<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9YDEK9M9xsH1icP6Ttva4PGZ7ql15z6h9KgSWDb7cP2PQ0bL3qtPkRJZjLNdWGx3wtNLq6UHZdQBkqfU8xxLXXGODvhpWUmrFLvcgJcrF0hyphenhyphenwRuKN3rFjITgvDIlEu-Z8n0-dIDmqT3/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9YDEK9M9xsH1icP6Ttva4PGZ7ql15z6h9KgSWDb7cP2PQ0bL3qtPkRJZjLNdWGx3wtNLq6UHZdQBkqfU8xxLXXGODvhpWUmrFLvcgJcrF0hyphenhyphenwRuKN3rFjITgvDIlEu-Z8n0-dIDmqT3/s1600/16.jpg" /></a></div>Ere entering upon the subject of Fossil Whales, I present my credentials as a geologist, by stating that in my miscellaneous time I have been a stone-mason, and also a great digger of ditches, canals and wells, wine-vaults, cellars, and cisterns of all sorts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-81919597279194789722014-11-18T13:20:00.004-08:002014-11-18T13:20:25.174-08:00Beauty Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OUzivIzGYVtf1lOYH1P4SGDzhDR1a90CL5jqphHcgqdJKQLiyf7-IQTL-0MvX3J2ipLDXo7KJ9Q0pfosO-bGFAHNxGUCt_lVDhWQ9lQd5ImJT6fnGjlXW0qbR1X1jeDETBrbMy_Qdgb3/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OUzivIzGYVtf1lOYH1P4SGDzhDR1a90CL5jqphHcgqdJKQLiyf7-IQTL-0MvX3J2ipLDXo7KJ9Q0pfosO-bGFAHNxGUCt_lVDhWQ9lQd5ImJT6fnGjlXW0qbR1X1jeDETBrbMy_Qdgb3/s1600/12.jpg" /></a></div>Since I have undertaken to manhandle this Leviathan, it behooves me to approve myself omnisciently exhaustive in the enterprise; not overlooking the minutest seminal germs of his blood, and spinning him out to the uttermost coil of his bowels. Having already described him in most of his present habitatory and anatomical peculiarities, it now remains to magnify him in an archaeological, fossiliferous, and antediluvian point of view. Applied to any other creature than the Leviathan—to an ant or a flea—such portly terms might justly be deemed unwarrantably grandiloquent. But when Leviathan is the text, the case is altered. Fain am I to stagger to this emprise under the weightiest words of the dictionary. And here be it said, that whenever it has been convenient to consult one in the course of these dissertations, I have invariably used a huge quarto edition of Johnson, expressly purchased for that purpose; because that famous lexicographer’s uncommon personal bulk more fitted him to compile a lexicon to be used by a whale author like me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-3614329677061658372014-11-18T13:19:00.003-08:002014-11-18T13:19:26.745-08:00California Way of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrFnKcMxwr26_ly39YoQzP7RmKIdSntrhtTCdqr6OmsSyAKtisxuso-hlF6_TltR6wfuTBvdFQbX0Kgm6EwMvDMrVn6wBUtc3f2atyhWzwlnmyeI9NGz1OlIAjBqrnVF9MWUlT0oZox5j/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrFnKcMxwr26_ly39YoQzP7RmKIdSntrhtTCdqr6OmsSyAKtisxuso-hlF6_TltR6wfuTBvdFQbX0Kgm6EwMvDMrVn6wBUtc3f2atyhWzwlnmyeI9NGz1OlIAjBqrnVF9MWUlT0oZox5j/s1600/13.jpg" /></a></div>Of late years the Manilla rope has in the American fishery almost entirely superseded hemp as a material for whale-lines; for, though not so durable as hemp, it is stronger, and far more soft and elastic; and I will add (since there is an aesthetics in all things), is much more handsome and becoming to the boat, than hemp. Hemp is a dusky, dark fellow, a sort of Indian; but Manilla is as a golden-haired Circassian to behold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-58036171928265886652014-11-18T13:18:00.003-08:002014-11-18T13:18:41.772-08:00Life in Sydney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRfRyipBAeeWrzfvNd9e6UrB57gXIAlefoVnnp3rLdeRv-XgLofb42COyCIuPD8SU2swfntp2Jx_UoFDtiJ1lM4rSCydi0Bguu0XA0JYYQ2rP7dbYZz-ABSXQqtGdPHJiOMhsqpd1KW8/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRfRyipBAeeWrzfvNd9e6UrB57gXIAlefoVnnp3rLdeRv-XgLofb42COyCIuPD8SU2swfntp2Jx_UoFDtiJ1lM4rSCydi0Bguu0XA0JYYQ2rP7dbYZz-ABSXQqtGdPHJiOMhsqpd1KW8/s1600/15.jpg" /></a></div>It seems that some honest mariners of Dover, or Sandwich, or some one of the Cinque Ports, had after a hard chase succeeded in killing and beaching a fine whale which they had originally descried afar off from the shore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-18081966567767929522014-11-18T13:17:00.004-08:002014-11-18T13:17:33.708-08:00All in one shot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLCrnoSU0wP52KQqPIeXhQ74y_jkjYi-RWFwM94mloVuoXC5IpUnpgkzwKXOO2Y09vLn1cEABTo4vsU9DL6e4pKiK-aSxhxGAapnF9HONs9hv8kMp_VD34ZIC261gsLoyQAR2MMZ48lg/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLCrnoSU0wP52KQqPIeXhQ74y_jkjYi-RWFwM94mloVuoXC5IpUnpgkzwKXOO2Y09vLn1cEABTo4vsU9DL6e4pKiK-aSxhxGAapnF9HONs9hv8kMp_VD34ZIC261gsLoyQAR2MMZ48lg/s1600/8.jpg" /></a></div>Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale’s direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-23303303820757960882014-11-18T13:16:00.003-08:002014-11-18T13:16:34.094-08:00Red Wine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNvBgu56aRM8U942182tqb7qPvzHLkrIUlLJvMMCkhdbZmz_QAGJcH1vnwHgMVAQE66Xdj_XaSs4fzGi2B8j0NI8RTcB8jB_adS6ZNB6HtXD_WprvxOZwD5UTcU9jt0BsK0kmBI6GYLLI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNvBgu56aRM8U942182tqb7qPvzHLkrIUlLJvMMCkhdbZmz_QAGJcH1vnwHgMVAQE66Xdj_XaSs4fzGi2B8j0NI8RTcB8jB_adS6ZNB6HtXD_WprvxOZwD5UTcU9jt0BsK0kmBI6GYLLI/s1600/4.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-13497454466305712832012-08-10T07:47:00.003-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.069-08:00Blue Chairs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX89C3LEfokh1VYkpthsZ7VuBuoNwcAhQAIZIoTHgu1i4rcGpHoR8DtCY4oP8Q4vuliG7ZpjJoZ16ebSZ3cmvqdoq2FolVtRjyV7N20VVb8ejSjGkv_FaAwLerWlZPlf152o4JLPXUrnLG/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX89C3LEfokh1VYkpthsZ7VuBuoNwcAhQAIZIoTHgu1i4rcGpHoR8DtCY4oP8Q4vuliG7ZpjJoZ16ebSZ3cmvqdoq2FolVtRjyV7N20VVb8ejSjGkv_FaAwLerWlZPlf152o4JLPXUrnLG/s1600/1.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-9402710637797465632012-08-10T07:46:00.007-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.131-08:00Bird on Maldives<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu12SmBLhsKbNvaIhr3rhKESE490m7Zz4PeD_kiNwupFvqpYgCv9PJOLOQ7avoTpY8tBee4kYdrqm0W8cf-pcFTR4AuP7r3lCR2mit6u9MQiKj5BJd1O8kwrhIvcIlIKxAJU_QX8yNi3B0/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu12SmBLhsKbNvaIhr3rhKESE490m7Zz4PeD_kiNwupFvqpYgCv9PJOLOQ7avoTpY8tBee4kYdrqm0W8cf-pcFTR4AuP7r3lCR2mit6u9MQiKj5BJd1O8kwrhIvcIlIKxAJU_QX8yNi3B0/s1600/3.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-3762224630019619222012-08-10T07:46:00.006-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.119-08:00Zebra<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijf6g71q2x4sN7C3gx4oeSGVZa-X16CbZkxT4uALKMbVTZsJGrpCydY6cvI4iCsSc74K9gy1IcEaOv46Vt8TmEI4jHsJ0d7LZc3MVsTNLVhUYLxIxMM3VB54PxcLuetD5JBKzT-F8hEMa4/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijf6g71q2x4sN7C3gx4oeSGVZa-X16CbZkxT4uALKMbVTZsJGrpCydY6cvI4iCsSc74K9gy1IcEaOv46Vt8TmEI4jHsJ0d7LZc3MVsTNLVhUYLxIxMM3VB54PxcLuetD5JBKzT-F8hEMa4/s1600/2.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-40260406986150119372012-08-10T07:45:00.003-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.185-08:00Parasol<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNvBgu56aRM8U942182tqb7qPvzHLkrIUlLJvMMCkhdbZmz_QAGJcH1vnwHgMVAQE66Xdj_XaSs4fzGi2B8j0NI8RTcB8jB_adS6ZNB6HtXD_WprvxOZwD5UTcU9jt0BsK0kmBI6GYLLI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNvBgu56aRM8U942182tqb7qPvzHLkrIUlLJvMMCkhdbZmz_QAGJcH1vnwHgMVAQE66Xdj_XaSs4fzGi2B8j0NI8RTcB8jB_adS6ZNB6HtXD_WprvxOZwD5UTcU9jt0BsK0kmBI6GYLLI/s1600/4.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-65587619396983991932012-08-10T07:44:00.005-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.252-08:00Orange Chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFVPuS0Z0nhUH75Ps14UCyTQjLiYwoDq3ZdH_wt7k5DS3Fc7ybKcaXpfbz7tRQAqUpzFokzZQk8DsyOuNqdtpaJvOzAlsN9slOC7Aqnu_qYMDwBQR1EAqyEPLIdmE4IfHwvTXKhhRDkXX/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitFVPuS0Z0nhUH75Ps14UCyTQjLiYwoDq3ZdH_wt7k5DS3Fc7ybKcaXpfbz7tRQAqUpzFokzZQk8DsyOuNqdtpaJvOzAlsN9slOC7Aqnu_qYMDwBQR1EAqyEPLIdmE4IfHwvTXKhhRDkXX/s1600/6.jpg" /></a></div>But come out now, and look at this portentous lower jaw, which seems like the long narrow lid of an immense snuff-box, with the hinge at one end, instead of one side. If you pry it up, so as to get it overhead, and expose its rows of teeth, it seems a terrific portcullis; and such, alas! it proves to many a poor wight in the fishery, upon whom these spikes fall with impaling force. But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship’s jib-boom. This whale is not dead; he is only dispirited; out of sorts, perhaps; hypochondriac; and so supine, that the hinges of his jaw have relaxed, leaving him there in that ungainly sort of plight, a reproach to all his tribe, who must, no doubt, imprecate lock-jaws upon him.<br />In most cases this lower jaw—being easily unhinged by a practised artist—is disengaged and hoisted on deck for the purpose of extracting the ivory teeth, and furnishing a supply of that hard white whalebone with which the fishermen fashion all sorts of curious articles, including canes, umbrella-stocks, and handles to riding-whips.<br /><br />With a long, weary hoist the jaw is dragged on board, as if it were an anchor; and when the proper time comes—some few days after the other work—Queequeg, Daggoo, and Tashtego, being all accomplished dentists, are set to drawing teeth. With a keen cutting-spade, Queequeg lances the gums; then the jaw is lashed down to ringbolts, and a tackle being rigged from aloft, they drag out these teeth, as Michigan oxen drag stumps of old oaks out of wild wood lands. There are generally forty-two teeth in all; in old whales, much worn down, but undecayed; nor filled after our artificial fashion. The jaw is afterwards sawn into slabs, and piled away like joists for building houses.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-28111180189712394882012-08-10T07:44:00.004-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.198-08:00Yellow Arm Chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic062vQpg2pv1uZoSO8f5-uT2Ko4resmjV289OeU68LN84ZykfaqyTa-Teu0fg7QwtB7hU8_YET3ypIq9TyAKxUCsSv-mM7tsZPe6VqY6xzpwuoMynIeAYIT9ibtolqgkY0PXxh66UGd3g/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic062vQpg2pv1uZoSO8f5-uT2Ko4resmjV289OeU68LN84ZykfaqyTa-Teu0fg7QwtB7hU8_YET3ypIq9TyAKxUCsSv-mM7tsZPe6VqY6xzpwuoMynIeAYIT9ibtolqgkY0PXxh66UGd3g/s1600/5.jpg" /></a></div>As I walked away, I was full of thoughtfulness; what had been incidentally revealed to me of Captain Ahab, filled me with a certain wild vagueness of painfulness concerning him. And somehow, at the time, I felt a sympathy and a sorrow for him, but for I don’t know what, unless it was the cruel loss of his leg. And yet I also felt a strange awe of him; but that sort of awe, which I cannot at all describe, was not exactly awe; I do not know what it was. But I felt it; and it did not disincline me towards him; though I felt impatience at what seemed like mystery in him, so imperfectly as he was known to me then. However, my thoughts were at length carried in other directions, so that for the present dark Ahab slipped my mind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-2471919647233806162012-08-10T07:43:00.003-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.277-08:00Lava Destroys Trees<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6gaKoLrmhnLllChx3ChaIMj1hFzPvdytLY-0cMqYg5ulNj8l_mf_BE3RGw5NsH0NNWMqfX1Hy04qEySSoVdPhDMdHGaxnaSUd_1FW_nUckxOrMCbbTCvZT_c6g46kFwwUtbl2osc9qXh/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN6gaKoLrmhnLllChx3ChaIMj1hFzPvdytLY-0cMqYg5ulNj8l_mf_BE3RGw5NsH0NNWMqfX1Hy04qEySSoVdPhDMdHGaxnaSUd_1FW_nUckxOrMCbbTCvZT_c6g46kFwwUtbl2osc9qXh/s1600/7.jpg" /></a></div>The one grand stage where he enacted all his various parts so manifold, was his vice-bench; a long rude ponderous table furnished with several vices, of different sizes, and both of iron and of wood. At all times except when whales were alongside, this bench was securely lashed athwartships against the rear of the Try-works.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-13515345003738549652012-08-10T07:42:00.007-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.343-08:00Stylish Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FuFundTw8QDZELbelMiguJyhkyzpggtuJNtlS4BYIDryOR_eqpwcDGmkpbVXsik6S2WPojr7bFRLrXnxfRBDk7gRwEPGDQrQOFGk57XVQsKXkW7JKgehP7eREO24wH5vPQcD1ETSdvI1/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FuFundTw8QDZELbelMiguJyhkyzpggtuJNtlS4BYIDryOR_eqpwcDGmkpbVXsik6S2WPojr7bFRLrXnxfRBDk7gRwEPGDQrQOFGk57XVQsKXkW7JKgehP7eREO24wH5vPQcD1ETSdvI1/s1600/9.jpg" /></a></div>“Better and better, man. Would now St. Paul would come along that way, and to my breezelessness bring his breeze! O Nature, and O soul of man! how far beyond all utterance are your linked analogies! not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-54026466305426289302012-08-10T07:42:00.006-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.331-08:00Space Shuttle Launch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLCrnoSU0wP52KQqPIeXhQ74y_jkjYi-RWFwM94mloVuoXC5IpUnpgkzwKXOO2Y09vLn1cEABTo4vsU9DL6e4pKiK-aSxhxGAapnF9HONs9hv8kMp_VD34ZIC261gsLoyQAR2MMZ48lg/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJLCrnoSU0wP52KQqPIeXhQ74y_jkjYi-RWFwM94mloVuoXC5IpUnpgkzwKXOO2Y09vLn1cEABTo4vsU9DL6e4pKiK-aSxhxGAapnF9HONs9hv8kMp_VD34ZIC261gsLoyQAR2MMZ48lg/s1600/8.jpg" /></a></div>Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale’s direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-23023456455440440602012-08-10T07:41:00.009-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.463-08:00Happy Women<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OUzivIzGYVtf1lOYH1P4SGDzhDR1a90CL5jqphHcgqdJKQLiyf7-IQTL-0MvX3J2ipLDXo7KJ9Q0pfosO-bGFAHNxGUCt_lVDhWQ9lQd5ImJT6fnGjlXW0qbR1X1jeDETBrbMy_Qdgb3/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OUzivIzGYVtf1lOYH1P4SGDzhDR1a90CL5jqphHcgqdJKQLiyf7-IQTL-0MvX3J2ipLDXo7KJ9Q0pfosO-bGFAHNxGUCt_lVDhWQ9lQd5ImJT6fnGjlXW0qbR1X1jeDETBrbMy_Qdgb3/s1600/12.jpg" /></a></div>Since I have undertaken to manhandle this Leviathan, it behooves me to approve myself omnisciently exhaustive in the enterprise; not overlooking the minutest seminal germs of his blood, and spinning him out to the uttermost coil of his bowels. Having already described him in most of his present habitatory and anatomical peculiarities, it now remains to magnify him in an archaeological, fossiliferous, and antediluvian point of view. Applied to any other creature than the Leviathan—to an ant or a flea—such portly terms might justly be deemed unwarrantably grandiloquent. But when Leviathan is the text, the case is altered. Fain am I to stagger to this emprise under the weightiest words of the dictionary. And here be it said, that whenever it has been convenient to consult one in the course of these dissertations, I have invariably used a huge quarto edition of Johnson, expressly purchased for that purpose; because that famous lexicographer’s uncommon personal bulk more fitted him to compile a lexicon to be used by a whale author like me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-41061708593761980172012-08-10T07:41:00.008-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.409-08:00Women in the Corner<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3zNQPV1GEtJ5isr6fRMguiSGkZsYUHOdbHw9H_kL-HjtkxZatxSVo8qIJF_BHBU1Wji-UOteMQbJasbktopu-aykSvHHhqhdHjnma1qipSYDXVZwRMsOVexZENtxWGzbyc3qoXwoGY9t/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY3zNQPV1GEtJ5isr6fRMguiSGkZsYUHOdbHw9H_kL-HjtkxZatxSVo8qIJF_BHBU1Wji-UOteMQbJasbktopu-aykSvHHhqhdHjnma1qipSYDXVZwRMsOVexZENtxWGzbyc3qoXwoGY9t/s1600/11.jpg" /></a></div>The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; as over these there steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting, interpenetrate, and form one seamless whole.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-75999746835344212592012-08-10T07:41:00.007-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.397-08:00Women with a white jacket<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpVdQMNtwF_DGfOMyH8HkMa8249TPxG8124kVqKqEX7RlaQ8jh6so-64zv-sEUVqQk6HQEVu5i0zj_nLIt973Gsq_J69FgdHS_Gc8ytLOy2nLAjLF7Ui01Oo5jP1_tpUXMdKLoTw6fbTp/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcpVdQMNtwF_DGfOMyH8HkMa8249TPxG8124kVqKqEX7RlaQ8jh6so-64zv-sEUVqQk6HQEVu5i0zj_nLIt973Gsq_J69FgdHS_Gc8ytLOy2nLAjLF7Ui01Oo5jP1_tpUXMdKLoTw6fbTp/s1600/10.jpg" /></a></div>Long exile from Christendom and civilization inevitably restores a man to that condition in which God placed him, i.e. what is called savagery. Your true whale-hunter is as much a savage as an Iroquois. I myself am a savage, owning no allegiance but to the King of the Cannibals; and ready at any moment to rebel against him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-39601324543294087152012-08-10T07:24:00.003-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.474-08:00California Scenic Highway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrFnKcMxwr26_ly39YoQzP7RmKIdSntrhtTCdqr6OmsSyAKtisxuso-hlF6_TltR6wfuTBvdFQbX0Kgm6EwMvDMrVn6wBUtc3f2atyhWzwlnmyeI9NGz1OlIAjBqrnVF9MWUlT0oZox5j/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFrFnKcMxwr26_ly39YoQzP7RmKIdSntrhtTCdqr6OmsSyAKtisxuso-hlF6_TltR6wfuTBvdFQbX0Kgm6EwMvDMrVn6wBUtc3f2atyhWzwlnmyeI9NGz1OlIAjBqrnVF9MWUlT0oZox5j/s1600/13.jpg" /></a></div>Of late years the Manilla rope has in the American fishery almost entirely superseded hemp as a material for whale-lines; for, though not so durable as hemp, it is stronger, and far more soft and elastic; and I will add (since there is an aesthetics in all things), is much more handsome and becoming to the boat, than hemp. Hemp is a dusky, dark fellow, a sort of Indian; but Manilla is as a golden-haired Circassian to behold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-9238718547387861062012-08-10T06:48:00.003-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.528-08:00Coast Eroding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFG4s6r4Slhbo4wHOoAsjn_yxcUoLMrgftj3IlHXHtmRoLHifeoKej_g3nsBviu9hFWXlZ5JwcgJPmmC_NFafiLW6BisjQvdlL4VYsP5WZuq7HMvQF3bEGcRobnJQt1laTN-huV4jnseP/s1600/14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFG4s6r4Slhbo4wHOoAsjn_yxcUoLMrgftj3IlHXHtmRoLHifeoKej_g3nsBviu9hFWXlZ5JwcgJPmmC_NFafiLW6BisjQvdlL4VYsP5WZuq7HMvQF3bEGcRobnJQt1laTN-huV4jnseP/s1600/14.jpg" /></a></div>The line originally used in the fishery was of the best hemp, slightly vapoured with tar, not impregnated with it, as in the case of ordinary ropes; for while tar, as ordinarily used, makes the hemp more pliable to the rope-maker, and also renders the rope itself more convenient to the sailor for common ship use; yet, not only would the ordinary quantity too much stiffen the whale-line for the close coiling to which it must be subjected; but as most seamen are beginning to learn, tar in general by no means adds to the rope’s durability or strength, however much it may give it compactness and gloss.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-26145074924822035682012-08-10T06:47:00.005-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.594-08:00Desert Road<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9YDEK9M9xsH1icP6Ttva4PGZ7ql15z6h9KgSWDb7cP2PQ0bL3qtPkRJZjLNdWGx3wtNLq6UHZdQBkqfU8xxLXXGODvhpWUmrFLvcgJcrF0hyphenhyphenwRuKN3rFjITgvDIlEu-Z8n0-dIDmqT3/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtD9YDEK9M9xsH1icP6Ttva4PGZ7ql15z6h9KgSWDb7cP2PQ0bL3qtPkRJZjLNdWGx3wtNLq6UHZdQBkqfU8xxLXXGODvhpWUmrFLvcgJcrF0hyphenhyphenwRuKN3rFjITgvDIlEu-Z8n0-dIDmqT3/s1600/16.jpg" /></a></div>Ere entering upon the subject of Fossil Whales, I present my credentials as a geologist, by stating that in my miscellaneous time I have been a stone-mason, and also a great digger of ditches, canals and wells, wine-vaults, cellars, and cisterns of all sorts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363089707346495937.post-60376990613100239622012-08-10T06:47:00.004-07:002014-11-18T11:16:16.539-08:00Sydney Australia Aerial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRfRyipBAeeWrzfvNd9e6UrB57gXIAlefoVnnp3rLdeRv-XgLofb42COyCIuPD8SU2swfntp2Jx_UoFDtiJ1lM4rSCydi0Bguu0XA0JYYQ2rP7dbYZz-ABSXQqtGdPHJiOMhsqpd1KW8/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJRfRyipBAeeWrzfvNd9e6UrB57gXIAlefoVnnp3rLdeRv-XgLofb42COyCIuPD8SU2swfntp2Jx_UoFDtiJ1lM4rSCydi0Bguu0XA0JYYQ2rP7dbYZz-ABSXQqtGdPHJiOMhsqpd1KW8/s1600/15.jpg" /></a></div>It seems that some honest mariners of Dover, or Sandwich, or some one of the Cinque Ports, had after a hard chase succeeded in killing and beaching a fine whale which they had originally descried afar off from the shore.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0