Depiction: Tashtego sings out, having spotted a whale, standing high at the top of the mast, leaning forward with his hand outstretched as described in the text. There is a doubloon in his pointing hand.
Text: Chapter 47 - The Mat-Maker
High aloft in the cross-trees was that mad Gay-Header, Tashtego. His body was reaching eagerly forward, his hand stretched out like a wand, and at brief sudden intervals he continued his cries. To be sure the same sound was that very moment perhaps being heard all over the seas, from hundreds of whalemen’s look-outs perched as high in the air; but from few of those lungs could that accustomed old cry have derived such a marvellous cadence as from Tashtego the Indian’s.
As he stood hovering over you half suspended in air, so wildly and eagerly peering towards the horizon, you would have thought him some prophet or seer beholding the shadows of Fate, and by those wild cries announcing their coming.
“There she blows! there! there! there! she blows! she blows!”
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Comments: Finally a Tashtego solo card! This scene stood out to me when I thought about the meaning of the card.
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