More from Herman Melville
- Moby Dick
- White-Jacket (1850), Ch. 64
- Bartleby, the Scrivener (1853)
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Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.