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Serious fault might be found with the anatomical\r\ndetails of this whale, but let that pass; since, for the life of me, I\r\ncould not draw so good a one.\r\n\r\nIn the second engraving, the boat is in the act of drawing alongside\r\nthe barnacled flank of a large running Right Whale, that rolls his\r\nblack weedy bulk in the sea like some mossy rock-slide from the\r\nPatagonian cliffs. His jets are erect, full, and black like soot; so\r\nthat from so abounding a smoke in the chimney, you would think there\r\nmust be a brave supper cooking in the great bowels below. Sea fowls are\r\npecking at the small crabs, shell-fish, and other sea candies and\r\nmaccaroni, which the Right Whale sometimes carries on his pestilent\r\nback. And all the while the thick-lipped leviathan is rushing through\r\nthe deep, leaving tons of tumultuous white curds in his wake, and\r\ncausing the slight boat to rock in the swells like a skiff caught nigh\r\nthe paddle-wheels of an ocean steamer. Thus, the foreground is all\r\nraging commotion; but behind, in admirable artistic contrast, is the\r\nglassy level of a sea becalmed, the drooping unstarched sails of the\r\npowerless ship, and the inert mass of a dead whale, a conquered\r\nfortress, with the flag of capture lazily hanging from the whale-pole\r\ninserted into his spout-hole.\r\n\r\nWho Garnery the painter is, or was, I know not. But my life for it he\r\nwas either practically conversant with his subject, or else\r\nmarvellously tutored by some experienced whaleman. The French are the\r\nlads for painting action. Go and gaze upon all the paintings of Europe,\r\nand where will you find such a gallery of living and breathing\r\ncommotion on canvas, as in that triumphal hall at Versailles; where the\r\nbeholder fights his way, pell-mell, through the consecutive great\r\nbattles of France; where every sword seems a flash of the Northern\r\nLights, and the successive armed kings and Emperors dash by, like a\r\ncharge of crowned centaurs? Not wholly unworthy of a place in that\r\ngallery, are these sea battle-pieces of Garnery.\r\n\r\nThe natural aptitude of the French for seizing the picturesqueness of\r\nthings seems to be peculiarly evinced in what paintings and engravings\r\nthey have of their whaling scenes. With not one tenth of England’s\r\nexperience in the fishery, and not the thousandth part of that of the\r\nAmericans, they have nevertheless furnished both nations with the only\r\nfinished sketches at all capable of conveying the real spirit of the\r\nwhale hunt. For the most part, the English and American whale\r\ndraughtsmen seem entirely content with presenting the mechanical\r\noutline of things, such as the vacant profile of the whale; which, so\r\nfar as picturesqueness of effect is concerned, is about tantamount to\r\nsketching the profile of a pyramid. Even Scoresby, the justly renowned\r\nRight whaleman, after giving us a stiff full length of the Greenland\r\nwhale, and three or four delicate miniatures of narwhales and\r\nporpoises, treats us to a series of classical engravings of boat hooks,\r\nchopping knives, and grapnels; and with the microscopic diligence of a\r\nLeuwenhoeck submits to the inspection of a shivering world ninety-six\r\nfac-similes of magnified Arctic snow crystals. I mean no disparagement\r\nto the excellent voyager (I honor him for a veteran), but in so\r\nimportant a matter it was certainly an oversight not to have procured\r\nfor every crystal a sworn affidavit taken before a Greenland Justice of\r\nthe Peace.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR8491EK6Y5M26G4QG1YCJ","peer_label":"56","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR8491EK6Y5M26G4QG1YCJ","peer_label":"56","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR88C6N0ZBC34D2BYTEGGF","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR88EVTQNN3SCJMBMBJY9T","peer_label":"Chunk 0","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:03.990Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:16.840Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}