The Old Cap Peleg

Old cap peleg was apparelled like any barbaric ethiopian emperor, his neck heavy with pendants of polished ivory. At her reverend helm, she sported there a tiller - curiously carved from the long, narrow lower jaw of e hereditary foe. The helmsman who steered by that tiller in a tempest felt like the tartar when he holds back his fiery steed by clutching its jaw. A noble craft, but somehow a most melancholy. All noble things are touched with that. It seemed only a temporary erection used in port. But i could not well overlook a strange sort of tent, or rather wigwam, pitched a little behind the mainmast