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Mardi and A Voyage Thither, Volume 1
Chapter 34. How They Steered On Their Way
Herman Melville
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       _ CHAPTER XXXIV. How They Steered On Their Way
       When we quitted the Chamois for the brigantine, we must have been at least two hundred leagues to the westward of the spot, where we had abandoned the Arcturion. Though how far we might then have been, North or South of the Equator, I could not with any certainty divine.
       But that we were not removed any considerable distance from the Line, seemed obvious. For in the starriest night no sign of the extreme Polar constellations was visible; though often we scanned the northern and southern horizon in search of them. So far as regards the aspect of the skies near the ocean's rim, the difference of several degrees in one's latitude at sea, is readily perceived by a person long accustomed to surveying the heavens.
       If correct in my supposition, concerning our longitude at the time here alluded to, and allowing for what little progress we had been making in the Parki, there now remained some one hundred leagues to sail, ere the country we sought would be found. But for obvious reasons, how long precisely we might continue to float out of sight of land, it was impossible to say. Calms, light breezes, and currents made every thing uncertain. Nor had we any method of estimating our due westward progress, except by what is called Dead Reckoning,--the computation of the knots run hourly; allowances' being made for the supposed deviations from our course, by reason of the ocean streams; which at times in this quarter of the Pacific rim with very great velocity.
       Now, in many respects we could not but feel safer aboard the Parki than in the Chamois. The sense of danger is less vivid, the greater the number of lives involved. He who is ready to despair in solitary peril, plucks up a heart in the presence of another. In a plurality of comrades is much countenance and consolation.
       Still, in the brigantine there were many sources of uneasiness and anxiety unknown to me in the whale-boat. True, we had now between us and the deep, five hundred good planks to one lath in our buoyant little chip. But the Parki required more care and attention; especially by night, when a vigilant look-out was indispensable. With impunity, in our whale-boat, we might have run close to shoal or reef; whereas, similar carelessness or temerity now, might prove fatal to all concerned.
       Though in the joyous sunlight, sailing through the sparkling sea, I was little troubled with serious misgivings; in the hours of darkness it was quite another thing. And the apprehensions, nay terrors I felt, were much augmented by the remissness of both Jarl and Samoa, in keeping their night-watches. Several times I was seized with a deadly panic, and earnestly scanned the murky horizon, when rising from slumber I found the steersman, in whose hands for the time being were life and death, sleeping upright against the tiller, as much of a fixture there, as the open-mouthed dragon rudely carved on our prow.
       Were it not, that on board of other vessels, I myself had many a time dozed at the helm, spite of all struggles, I would have been almost at a loss to account for this heedlessness in my comrades. But it seemed as if the mere sense of our situation, should have been sufficient to prevent the like conduct in all on board our craft.
       Samoa's aspect, sleeping at the tiller, was almost appalling. His large opal eyes were half open; and turned toward the light of the binnacle, gleamed between the lids like bars of flame. And added to all, was his giant stature and savage lineaments.
       It was in vain, that I remonstrated, begged, or threatened: the occasional drowsiness of my fellow-voyagers proved incurable. To no purpose, I reminded my Viking that sleeping in the night-watch in a craft like ours, was far different from similar heedlessness on board the Arcturion. For there, our place upon the ocean was always known, and our distance from land; so that when by night the seamen were permitted to be drowsy, it was mostly, because the captain well knew that strict watchfulness could be dispensed with.
       Though in all else, the Skyeman proved a most faithful ally, in this one thing he was either perversely obtuse, or infatuated. Or, perhaps, finding himself once more in a double-decked craft, which rocked him as of yore, he was lulled into a deceitful security.
       For Samoa, his drowsiness was the drowsiness of one beat on sleep, come dreams or death. He seemed insensible to the peril we ran. Often I sent the sleepy savage below, sad, steered myself till morning. At last I made a point of slumbering much by day, the better to stand watch by night; though I made Samoa and Jarl regularly go through with their allotted four hours each.
       It has been mentioned, that Annatoo took her turn at the helm; but it was only by day. And in justice to the lady, I must affirm, that upon the whole she acquitted herself well. For notwithstanding the syren face in the binnacle, which dimly allured her glances, Annatoo after all was tolerably heedful of her steering. Indeed she took much pride therein; always ready for her turn; with marvelous exactitude calculating the approaching hour, as it came on in regular rotation. Her time-piece was ours, the sun. By night it must have been her guardian star; for frequently she gazed up at a particular section of the heavens, like one regarding the dial in a tower.
       By some odd reasoning or other, she had cajoled herself into the notion, that whoever steered the brigantine, for that period was captain. Wherefore, she gave herself mighty airs at the tiller; with extravagant gestures issuing unintelligible orders about trimming the sails, or pitching overboard something to see how fast we were going. All this much diverted my Viking, who several times was delivered of a laugh; a loud and healthy one to boot: a phenomenon worthy the chronicling.
       And thus much for Annatoo, preliminary to what is further to be said. Seeing the drowsiness of Jarl and Samoa, which so often kept me from my hammock at night, forcing me to repose by day, when I far preferred being broad awake, I decided to let Annatoo take her turn at the night watches; which several times she had solicited me to do; railing at the sleepiness of her spouse; though abstaining from all reflections upon Jarl, toward whom she had of late grown exceedingly friendly.
       Now the Calmuc stood her first night watch to admiration; if any thing, was altogether too wakeful. The mere steering of the craft employed not sufficiently her active mind. Ever and anon she must needs rush from the tiller to take a parenthetical pull at the fore- brace, the end of which led down to the bulwarks near by; then refreshing herself with a draught or two of water and a biscuit, she would continue to steer away, full of the importance of her office. At any unusual flapping' of the sails, a violent stamping on deck announced the fact to the startled crew. Finding her thus indefatigable, I readily induced her to stand two watches to Jarl's and Samoa's one; and when she was at the helm, I permitted myself to doze on a pile of old sails, spread every evening on the quarter-deck.
       It was the Skyeman, who often admonished me to "heave the ship to" every night, thus stopping her headway till morning; a plan which, under other circumstances, might have perhaps warranted the slumbers of all. But as it was, such a course would have been highly imprudent. For while making no onward progress through the water, the rapid currents we encountered would continually be drifting us eastward; since, contrary to our previous experience, they seemed latterly to have reversed their flow, a phenomenon by no means unusual in the vicinity of the Line in the Pacific. And this it was that so prolonged our passage to the westward. Even in a moderate breeze, I sometimes fancied, that the impulse of the wind little more than counteracted the glide of the currents; so that with much show of sailing, we were in reality almost a fixture on the sea.
       The equatorial currents of the South Seas may be regarded as among the most mysterious of the mysteries of the deep. Whence they come, whither go, who knows? Tell us, what hidden law regulates their flow. Regardless of the theory which ascribes to them a nearly uniform course from east to west, induced by the eastwardly winds of the Line, and the collateral action of the Polar streams; these currents are forever shifting. Nor can the period of their revolutions be at all relied upon or predicted.
       But however difficult it may be to assign a specific cause for the ocean streams, in any part of the world, one of the wholesome effects thereby produced would seem obvious enough. And though the circumstance here alluded to is perhaps known to every body, it may be questioned, whether it is generally invested with the importance it deserves. Reference is here made to the constant commingling and purification of the sea-water by reason of the currents.
       For, that the ocean, according to the popular theory, possesses a special purifying agent in its salts, is somewhat to be doubted. Nor can it be explicitly denied, that those very salts might corrupt it, were it not for the brisk circulation of its particles consequent upon the flow of the streams. It is well known to seamen, that a bucket of sea-water, left standing in a tropical climate, very soon becomes highly offensive; which is not the case with rainwater.
       But I build no theories. And by way of obstructing the one, which might possibly be evolved from the statement above, let me add, that the offensiveness of sea-water left standing, may arise in no small degree from the presence of decomposed animal matter. _
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Preface
Chapter 1. Foot In Stirrup
Chapter 2. A Calm
Chapter 3. A King For A Comrade
Chapter 4. A Chat In The Clouds
Chapter 5. Seats Secured And Portmanteaus Packed
Chapter 6. Eight Bells
Chapter 7. A Pause
Chapter 8. They Push Off, Velis Et Remis
Chapter 9. The Watery World Is All Before Them
Chapter 10. They Arrange Their Canopies And Lounges...
Chapter 11. Jarl Afflicted With The Lockjaw
Chapter 12. More About Being In An Open Boat
Chapter 13. Of The Chondropterygii...
Chapter 14. Jarl's Misgivings
Chapter 15. A Stitch In Time Saves Nine
Chapter 16. They Are Becalmed
Chapter 17. In High Spirits, They Push On For The Terra Incognita
Chapter 18. My Lord Shark And His Pages
Chapter 19. Who Goes There?
Chapter 20. Noises And Portents
Chapter 21. Man Ho!
Chapter 22. What Befel The Brigantine At The Pearl Shell Islands
Chapter 23. Sailing From The Island They Pillage The Cabin
Chapter 24. Dedicated To The College Of Physicians And Surgeons
Chapter 25. Peril A Peace-Maker
Chapter 26. Containing A Pennyweight Of Philosophy
Chapter 27. In Which The Past History Op The Parki Is Concluded
Chapter 28. Suspicions Laid, And Something About The Calmuc
Chapter 29. What They Lighted Upon In Further Searching The Craft...
Chapter 30. Hints For A Full Length Of Samoa
Chapter 31. Rovings Alow And Aloft
Chapter 32. Xiphius Platypterus
Chapter 33. Otard
Chapter 34. How They Steered On Their Way
Chapter 35. Ah, Annatoo!
Chapter 36. The Parki Gives Up The Ghost
Chapter 37. Once More They Take To The Chamois
Chapter 38. The Sea On Fire
Chapter 39. They Fall In With Strangers
Chapter 40. Sire And Sons
Chapter 41. A Fray
Chapter 42. Remorse
Chapter 43. The Tent Entered
Chapter 44. Away
Chapter 45. Reminiscences
Chapter 46. The Chamois With A Roving Commission
Chapter 47. Yillah, Jarl, And Samoa
Chapter 48. Something Under The Surface
Chapter 49. Yillah
Chapter 50. Yillah In Ardair
Chapter 51. The Dream Begins To Fade
Chapter 52. World Ho!
Chapter 53. The Chamois Ashore
Chapter 54. A Gentleman From The Sun
Chapter 55. Tiffin In A Temple
Chapter 56. King Media A Host
Chapter 57. Taji Takes Counsel With Himself
Chapter 58. Mardi By Night And Yillah By Day
Chapter 59. Their Morning Meal
Chapter 60. Belshazzar On The Bench
Chapter 61. An Incognito
Chapter 62. Taji Retires From The World
Chapter 63. Odo And Its Lord
Chapter 64. Yillah A Phantom
Chapter 65. Taji Makes Three Acquaintances
Chapter 66. With A Fair Wind, At Sunrise They Sail
Chapter 67. Little King Peepi
Chapter 68. How Teeth Were Regarded In Valapee
Chapter 69. The Company Discourse, And Braid-Beard Rehearses A Legend
Chapter 70. The Minstrel Leads Off With A Paddle-Song...
Chapter 71. They Land Upon The Island Of Juam
Chapter 72. A Book From The Chronicles Of Mohi
Chapter 73. Something More Of The Prince
Chapter 74. Advancing Deeper Into The Vale, They Encounter Donjalolo
Chapter 75. Time And Temples
Chapter 76. A Pleasant Place For A Lounge
Chapter 77. The House Of The Afternoon
Chapter 78. Babbalanja Solus
Chapter 79. The Center Of Many Circumferences
Chapter 80. Donjalolo In The Bosom Of His Family
Chapter 81. Wherein Babbalanja Relates The Adventure Of One Karkeke...
Chapter 82. How Donjalolo, Sent Agents To The Surrounding Isles; With The Result
Chapter 83. They Visit The Tributary Islets
Chapter 84. Taji Sits Down To Dinner With Five-And-Twenty Kings, And A Royal Time They Have
Chapter 85. After Dinner
Chapter 86. Of Those Scamps The Plujii
Chapter 87. Nora-Bamma
Chapter 88. In A Calm, Hautia's Heralds Approach
Chapter 89. Braid-Beard Rehearses The Origin Of The Isle Of Rogues
Chapter 90. Rare Sport At Ohonoo
Chapter 91. Of King Uhia And His Subjects
Chapter 92. The God Keevi And The Precipice Op Mondo
Chapter 93. Babbalanja Steps In Between Mohi And Yoomy...
Chapter 94. Of That Jolly Old Lord, Borabolla...
Chapter 95. That Jolly Old Lord Borabolla Laugh...
Chapter 96. Samoa A Surgeon
Chapter 97. Faith And Knowledge
Chapter 98. The Tale Of A Traveler
Chapter 99. "Marnee Ora, Ora Marnee"
Chapter 100. The Pursuer Himself Is Pursued
Chapter 101. The Iris
Chapter 102. They Depart From Mondoldo
Chapter 103. As They Sail
Chapter 104. Wherein Babbalanja Broaches A Diabolical Theory...