Herman Melville,
Redburn. His First Voyage — Chapter XX
“ The most strange and unheard-of noises came out of the fog at times: a vast sound of sighing and sobbing. What could it be? This would be followed by a spout, and a gush, and a cascading commotion, as if some fountain had suddenly jetted out of the ocean.Seated on my Sampson-Post, I stared more and more, and suspended my duty as a sexton. But presently some one cried out—“There she blows! whales! whales close alongside!”A whale! Think of it! whales close to me, Wellingborough;—would my own brother believe it? ”
