The Masthead of a Whale Ship Sea

The three mastheads are kept manned from sunrise to sunset, the seamen taking their regular turns as at the helm and relieving each other every two hours. There you stand a hundred feet above the silent decks, striding along the deep as if the masts were gigantic stilts. For the most part, in this tropic whaling life, a sublime uneventfulness invests you. You hear no news, read no gazettes. Extras with startling accounts of commonplaces never delude you into unnecessary excite. Are never troubled with the thought of what you shall have for dinner. All your meals for three years and more are snugly stowed in casks,. Your bill