as if the waves had been fullers, this craft was bleached like the skeleton of a stranded walrus. all down her sides, this spectral appearance was traced with long channels of reddened rust, while all her spars and her rigging were like the thick branches of trees furred over with hoar-frost. only her lower sails were set. a wild sight it was to see her long-bearded look-outs at those three mast-heads. they seemed clad in the skins of beasts, so torn and bepatched the raiment that had survived nearly four years of cruising. standing in iron hoops nailed to the mast, they swayed and swung over a fathomless sea; and though, when the ship slowly glided close under our stern, we six men in the air came so nigh to each other that we might almost have leaped from the mast-heads of one ship to those of the other; yet, those forlorn-looking fishermen, mildly eyeing us as they passed, said not one word to our own look-outs, while the quarter-deck hail was being heard from below.