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Now, it\r\nwas plainly a labor of love for Captain Sleet to describe, as he does,\r\nall the little detailed conveniences of his crow’s-nest; but though he\r\nso enlarges upon many of these, and though he treats us to a very\r\nscientific account of his experiments in this crow’s-nest, with a small\r\ncompass he kept there for the purpose of counteracting the errors\r\nresulting from what is called the “local attraction” of all binnacle\r\nmagnets; an error ascribable to the horizontal vicinity of the iron in\r\nthe ship’s planks, and in the Glacier’s case, perhaps, to there having\r\nbeen so many broken-down blacksmiths among her crew; I say, that though\r\nthe Captain is very discreet and scientific here, yet, for all his\r\nlearned “binnacle deviations,” “azimuth compass observations,” and\r\n“approximate errors,” he knows very well, Captain Sleet, that he was\r\nnot so much immersed in those profound magnetic meditations, as to fail\r\nbeing attracted occasionally towards that well replenished little\r\ncase-bottle, so nicely tucked in on one side of his crow’s nest, within\r\neasy reach of his hand. Though, upon the whole, I greatly admire and\r\neven love the brave, the honest, and learned Captain; yet I take it\r\nvery ill of him that he should so utterly ignore that case-bottle,\r\nseeing what a faithful friend and comforter it must have been, while\r\nwith mittened fingers and hooded head he was studying the mathematics\r\naloft there in that bird’s nest within three or four perches of the\r\npole.\r\n\r\nBut if we Southern whale-fishers are not so snugly housed aloft as\r\nCaptain Sleet and his Greenlandmen were; yet that disadvantage is\r\ngreatly counter-balanced by the widely contrasting serenity of those\r\nseductive seas in which we South fishers mostly float. For one, I used\r\nto lounge up the rigging very leisurely, resting in the top to have a\r\nchat with Queequeg, or any one else off duty whom I might find there;\r\nthen ascending a little way further, and throwing a lazy leg over the\r\ntop-sail yard, take a preliminary view of the watery pastures, and so\r\nat last mount to my ultimate destination.\r\n\r\nLet me make a clean breast of it here, and frankly admit that I kept\r\nbut sorry guard. With the problem of the universe revolving in me, how\r\ncould I—being left completely to myself at such a thought-engendering\r\naltitude—how could I but lightly hold my obligations to observe all\r\nwhale-ships’ standing orders, “Keep your weather eye open, and sing out\r\nevery time.”\r\n\r\nAnd let me in this place movingly admonish you, ye ship-owners of\r\nNantucket! Beware of enlisting in your vigilant fisheries any lad with\r\nlean brow and hollow eye; given to unseasonable meditativeness; and who\r\noffers to ship with the Phædon instead of Bowditch in his head. Beware\r\nof such an one, I say; your whales must be seen before they can be\r\nkilled; and this sunken-eyed young Platonist will tow you ten wakes\r\nround the world, and never make you one pint of sperm the richer. Nor\r\nare these monitions at all unneeded. For nowadays, the whale-fishery\r\nfurnishes an asylum for many romantic, melancholy, and absent-minded\r\nyoung men, disgusted with the carking cares of earth, and seeking\r\nsentiment in tar and blubber. Childe Harold not unfrequently perches\r\nhimself upon the mast-head of some luckless disappointed whale-ship,\r\nand in moody phrase ejaculates:—\r\n\r\n\r\n“Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! 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