Much the same is it with the backwoodsman of the West, who with comparative indifference views an unbounded prairie sheeted with driven snow, no shadow of tree or twig to interrupt the fastened trance of whiteness. Not so the sailor, beholding the surroundings of the Antarctic seas; the place at occasions, by some infernal trick of legerdemain within the powers of frost and air, he, shivering and half shipwrecked, as an alternative of rainbows talking hope and solace to his misery, views what seems a boundless churchyard grinning upon him with its lean ice monuments and splintered crosses. Nor is it, altogether, the remembrance of her cathedral-toppling earthquakes; nor the stampedoes of her frantic seas; nor the tearlessness of arid skies that by no means rain; nor the sight of her broad field of leaning spires, wrenched cope-stones, and crosses all adroop (like canted yards of anchored fleets); and her suburban avenues of home-walls lying over upon one another, as a tossed pack of cards;-it isn’t these things alone which make tearless Lima, the strangest, saddest metropolis thou can’st see. But still you see his energy in his play.
Though hundreds of miles from Oregon, still when he smells that savage musk, the rending, goring bison herds are as current as to the deserted wild foal of the prairies, which this prompt they could also be trampling into dust. First: The mariner, when drawing nigh the coasts of overseas lands, if by evening he hear the roar of breakers, starts to vigilance, and feels just sufficient of trepidation to sharpen all his colleges; however underneath precisely similar circumstances, let him be known as from his hammock to view his ship sailing by way of a midnight sea of milky whiteness-as if from encircling headlands shoals of combed white bears have been swimming round him, then he feels a silent, superstitious dread; the shrouded phantom of the whitened waters is horrible to him as a real ghost; in vain the lead assures him he remains to be off soundings; coronary heart and helm they both go down; he never rests till blue water is below him once more. Or why, irrespective of all latitudes and longitudes, does the identify of the White Sea exert such a spectralness over the fancy, while that of the Yellow Sea lulls us with mortal ideas of lengthy lacquered mild afternoons on the waves, adopted by the gaudiest and but sleepiest of sunsets?
Had you adopted Captain Ahab down into his cabin after the squall that came about on the evening succeeding that wild ratification of his objective together with his crew, you’ll have seen him go to a locker in the transom, and bringing out a big wrinkled roll of yellowish sea charts, unfold them before him on his screwed-down desk. Hark ye, Cabaco, there’s someone down within the after-hold that has not yet been seen on deck; and I think our outdated Mogul is aware of something of it too. “Take the bucket, will ye, Archy? Or what is there other than the traditions of dungeoned warriors and kings (which won’t wholly account for it) that makes the White Tower of London inform so way more strongly on the imagination of an untravelled American, than these different storied buildings, its neighbors-the Byward Tower, and even the Bloody? And when we consider that different principle of the natural philosophers, that all different earthly hues-every stately or lovely emblazoning-the sweet tinges of sunset skies and woods; yea, and the gilded velvets of butterflies, and the butterfly cheeks of younger ladies; all these are however subtile deceits, not actually inherent in substances, however only laid on from with out; so that every one deified Nature completely paints just like the harlot, whose allurements cover nothing but the charnel-house within; and once we proceed further, and consider that the mystical beauty which produces each one in all her hues, the nice precept of light, for ever remains white or colorless in itself, and if working with out medium upon matter, would contact all objects, even tulips and roses, with its personal blank tinge-pondering all this, the palsied universe lies earlier than us a leper; and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear colored and colouring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him.
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