The Spirit-Spout

           Days,weekspassed,andundereasysail,theivoryPequodhadslowlysweptacrossfourseveralcruising-grounds;offtheAzores;offtheCapedeVerdes;onthePlate(socalled),beingoffthemouthoftheRiodelaPlata;andtheCarrolGround,anunstaked,waterylocality,southerlyfromSt.Helena.

           Itwaswhileglidingthroughtheselatterwatersthatonesereneandmoonlightnight,whenallthewavesrolledbylikescrollsofsilver;and,bytheirsoft,suffusingseethings,madewhatseemedasilverysilence,notasolitude;onsuchasilentnightasilveryjetwasseenfarinadvanceofthewhitebubblesatthebow.Litupbythemoon,itlookedcelestial;seemedsomeplumedandglitteringgoduprisingfromthesea.Fedallahfirstdescriedthisjet.Forofthesemoonlightnights,itwashiswonttomounttothemain-masthead,andstandalook-outthere,withthesameprecisionasifithadbeenday.Andyet,thoughherdsofwhaleswereseenbynight,notonewhalemaninahundredwouldventurealoweringforthem.Youmaythinkwithwhatemotions,then,theseamenbeheldthisoldOrientalperchedaloftatsuchunusualhours;histurbanandthemoon,companionsinonesky.Butwhen,afterspendinghisuniformintervalthereforseveralsuccessivenightswithoututteringasinglesound;when,afterallthissilence,hisunearthlyvoicewasheardannouncingthatsilvery,moon-litjet,everyrecliningmarinerstartedtohisfeetasifsomewingedspirithadlightedintherigging,andhailedthemortalcrew.

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