The Captain of the Pequod

i at length found one who, by his aspect, seemed to have authority. He was seated on an old fashioned oaken chair wriggling all over with curious carving in the bottom of which was formed of a stout interlacing of the same elastic stuff of which the wigwam was constructed. A triangular opening faced towards the bows of the ship, so that the insider commanded a complete view forward. There was nothing so very particular, perhaps, about the appearance of the elderly man i saw. He was brown and brawny, like most old seamen, and heavily rolled up in blue pilot cloth cut in the quaker style. Only there is a fine and almost microscopic network