Flaxen Haired Flask

Flaxen haired flask seemed a snowflake. The bearer looked nobler than the rider. No whale nor any sign of a herring would have been visible at that moment, nothing but a bled bit of greenish white water and thin scattered puffs of vapour hovering over it. So have i seen passion and vanity stamping the living, magnanimous earth. But the earth did not alter her tides and her seasons for that. Meanwhile, stubb, the third mate, betrayed no such far gazing solicitudes. He withdrew his pipe from his hat band where he always wore it aslant like a feather. And hardly had he ignited his match across the rough sand paper