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In the wild wilderness, a leopard-mother caresses her cub, as\r\nHagar did Ishmael; or a queen of France the dauphin. We know not what\r\nwe do when we hate. And I have the word of my gentlemanly friend\r\nStanhope, for it; that he who declared he loved a good hater was but a\r\nrespectable sort of Hottentot, at best. No very genteel epithet this,\r\nthough coming from the genteelest of men. But when the digger of\r\ndictionaries said that saying of his, he was assuredly not much of a\r\nChristian. However, it is hard for one given up to constitutional hypos\r\nlike him; to be filled with the milk and meekness of the gospels. Yet,\r\nwith deference, I deny that my old uncle Johnson really believed in the\r\nsentiment ascribed to him. Love a hater, indeed! Who smacks his lips\r\nover gall? Now hate is a thankless thing. So, let us only hate hatred;\r\nand once give love play, we will fall in love with a unicorn. Ah! the\r\neasiest way is the best; and to hate, a man must work hard. Love is a\r\ndelight; but hate a torment. And haters are thumbscrews, Scotch boots,\r\nand Spanish inquisitions to themselves. In five words—would they were a\r\nSiamese diphthong—he who hates is a fool.\r\n\r\nFor several days our Chamois was followed by two of these aforesaid\r\nTiger Sharks. A brace of confidential inseparables, jogging along in\r\nour wake, side by side, like a couple of highwaymen, biding their time\r\ntill you come to the cross-roads. But giving it up at last, for a\r\nbootless errand, they dropped farther and farther astern, until\r\ncompletely out of sight. Much to the Skyeman’s chagrin; who long stood\r\nin the stern, lance poised for a dart.\r\n\r\nBut of all sharks, save me from the ghastly White Shark. For though we\r\nshould hate naught, yet some dislikes are spontaneous; and disliking is\r\nnot hating. And never yet could I bring myself to be loving, or even\r\nsociable, with a White Shark. He is not the sort of creature to enlist\r\nyoung affections.\r\n\r\nThis ghost of a fish is not often encountered, and shows plainer by\r\nnight than by day. Timon-like, he always swims by himself; gliding\r\nalong just under the surface, revealing a long, vague shape, of a milky\r\nhue; with glimpses now and then of his bottomless white pit of teeth.\r\nNo need of a dentist hath he. Seen at night, stealing along like a\r\nspirit in the water, with horrific serenity of aspect, the White Shark\r\nsent many a thrill to us twain in the Chamois.\r\n\r\nBy day, and in the profoundest calms, oft were we startled by the\r\nponderous sigh of the grampus, as lazily rising to the surface, he\r\nfetched a long breath after napping below.\r\n\r\nAnd time and again we watched the darting albicore, the fish with the\r\nchain-plate armor and golden scales; the Nimrod of the seas, to whom so\r\nmany flying fish fall a prey. Flying from their pursuers, many of them\r\nflew into our boat. But invariably they died from the shock. No nursing\r\ncould restore them. One of their wings I removed, spreading it out to\r\ndry under a weight. In two days’ time the thin membrane, all over\r\ntracings like those of a leaf, was transparent as isinglass, and tinted\r\nwith brilliant hues, like those of a changing silk.\r\n\r\nAlmost every day, we spied Black Fish; coal-black and glossy. They\r\nseemed to swim by revolving round and round in the water, like a wheel;\r\ntheir dorsal fins, every now and then shooting into view, like spokes.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJQ6BYF8663QGPBCA5NS8","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1HYC04JWXEK48P07WPK","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKXGQ8DSGRRQ4T70VEWY7","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKXGZDVHNF4NJ4CG78WQJ","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:19.999Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:26.515Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}