Roger Starbuck, The Golden Harpoon; Or, Lost Among the Floes…
“ He drew quickly back, at the same time giving vent to a prolonged whistle of astonishment.“Who is that!” he yelled, at length, in a voice so shrill and startling, that Marline sprung to his feet. “Ay, blast you, who are you? Not the devil, surely, for that creatur’ never comes to disturb honest men! Speak! you infernal ghoul-eyed thing—speak and tell me who or what you be!”But before the sailor had concluded, the mysterious orbs disappeared, like two sparks of fire that are suddenly quenched.“What is the matter, Stump?” inquired Harry, thrusting his head into the boat at the same moment. ”
