taken; and with his pencil upon his ivory leg, Ahab soon calculated what his latitude must be at that precise instant.

Then falling into a moment’s revery, he again looked up towards the sun and murmured to himself: “Thou sea-mark! Thou high and mighty Pilot! Thou tellest me truly where I am — but canst thou cast the least hint where I shall be? Or canst thou tell where some other thing besides me is this moment living? Where is Moby Dick? This instant thou must be eyeing him. These eyes of mine look into the very eye that is even now beholding him; aye, and into the eye that is even now equally beholding the objects on the unknown, thither side of thee, thou sun!”

Then gazing at his quadrant, and handling, one after the other, its numerous cabalistical contrivances, he pondered again, and muttered: