Queequeg and Starbuck Shook Their Foreheads, and Screamed a Little.

Far beneath this wondrous world, upon the surface, another and still stranger world met our eyes as we gazed over the side. suspended in those watery vaults floated the forms of the nursing mothers of the whales. Even so did the young of these whales seem looking up towards us, but not at us, as if we were but a bit of golf weed in their new born sight. The mothers also seemed quietly eyeing us. One of these little infants that, from certain queer tokens, might have measured some 14 feet in length and some six feet in girth. He was a little frisky, though, as his body seemed scarce yet recovered from that irksome position it had