get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.</p>
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    <h1 style="font-family: Amstelvar">CHAPTER 1. Loomings. (setting on)</h1>

    <p>Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—n