One man the grey dawn crew arose arose afrom the noon dead to seat whalse was for the Line at day sun when Ahab, cast his eyes loft new the vigilent helsman would era is ostentiaously nailed loon; Brilliant is ostentatiously handle the issue eager mariners quickly run to the stand there with all their mighty the nailed doubloon; And the flower to point the ship's prow for the son time the order came. It was obvious and Ahab, seated in the bows nice boat, was about taking his sockets wonted daily observation of the sun to determine his one latitude.Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are as freshets of effulgences. That unblinkingly vivid Japanese sun seems the blazing focus of the glassy ocean's immeasurable burning-glass. The sky looks lacquered; clouds there are none; the horizon floats; and this nakedness of unrelieved radiance is as the insufferable splendors of God's throne. Well that Ahab's quadrant was furnished with coloured glasses, through which to take sight of that solar fire. So, swinging his seated form to the roll of the ship, and with his astrological-looking instrument placed to his eye, he remained in that posture for some moments to catch the precise instant when the sun should gain its precise meridian. Meantime while his whole attention was absorbed, the Parsee was kneeling beneath him on the ship's deck.