1 And I am about drenched with this spray.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 121. Midnight.—The Forecastle Bulwarks. 2 Rains and spray had damped it; sun and wind had warped it; all the elements had combined to rot a thing that hung so idly.
3 But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 128. The Pequod Meets The Rachel. 4 He struck out through the spray, and, for an instant, was dimly seen through that veil, wildly seeking to remove himself from the eye of Moby Dick.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 54. The Town-Ho's Story. 5 It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor.
6 In about three minutes' time, Queequeg's harpoon was flung; the stricken fish darted blinding spray in our faces, and then running away with us like light, steered straight for the heart of the herd.
7 However, the masts did not go overboard; and by and by we scrambled down, so sober, that we had to pass the flip again, though the savage salt spray bursting down the forecastle scuttle, rather too much diluted and pickled it to my taste.
8 So suddenly seen in the blue plain of the sea, and relieved against the still bluer margin of the sky, the spray that he raised, for the moment, intolerably glittered and glared like a glacier; and stood there gradually fading and fading away from its first sparkling intensity, to the dim mistiness of an advancing shower in a vale.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 134. The Chase—Second Day. 9 And now it is struck; for, starting from his trance into that unspeakable thing called his "flurry," the monster horribly wallowed in his blood, overwrapped himself in impenetrable, mad, boiling spray, so that the imperilled craft, instantly dropping astern, had much ado blindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clear air of the day.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 61. Stubb Kills a Whale.