Plattsburgh State Art Museum Rockwell Kent Gallery June 11, 2005 - May 31, 2006         Open Every Day Except Holidays, Noon to 4 pm

In Celebration of the 75th Anniversary of the Lakeside Press Edition of Moby Dick or The Whale By Herman Melville Illustrated by Rockwell Kent

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	# 5-1-1 Volume III, Title page		# 5-1-2 Volume III, Chapter LXXXVII, The Grand Armada, p. 15 “A whale wounded (as we afterwords learned) in this part, but not effectually, as it seemed, had broken away fro the boat, carrying along with him half of the harpoon line; and in the extraordinary agony of the wound, he was now dashing among the revolving circles like the lone mounted desperado Arnold, at the battle of Saratoga, carring dismay wherever he went.”		# 5-1-3 Volume III, Chapter LXXXIX, Fast-Fish and Loose-Fish, p. 27 “I. A Fast-Fish belongs to the party fast to it. II. A Loose-Fish is fair game for anybody who can soonest catch it.”
	# 5-1-4 Volume III, Chapter XCII, Ambergris, p. 47 “The truth is, that living or dead, if but decently treated, whales as a species are by no means creatures of ill odor;…”		# 5-2-1 Volume III, Chapter C, Leg and Arm. The Pequod, of Nantucket, meets the Samuel Enderby, of London, p. 87 “Oh!” cried the one-armed captain, “Oh, yes! Well; after he sounded, we didn’t see him again for some time; in fact, as I before hinted, I didn’t then know what whale it was that had served me such a trick, till some time afterwards, when coming back to the Line, we heard about Moby Dick – as some call him – and then I knew it was he.”		# 5-2-2 Volume III, Chapter CI, The Decanter, p. 98 “…the amount of butter, and Texel and Leyden cheese consumed, seems amazing. I impute it, though, to their naturally unctuous natures, being rendered still more unctuous by the nature of their vocation, and especially by their pursuing their game in those frigid Polar Seas, on the very coasts of that Esquimaux country where the convivial natives pledge each other in bumpers of train oil.”
	# 5-2-3 Volume III, Chapter CV, Does The Whale’s Magnitude Diminish? – Will He Perish? p. 117		# 5-3-1 Volume III, Chapter CX, Queequeg In His Coffin, p. 140 “Now, at this time it was that my poor pagan companion, and fast bosom-friend, Queequeg, was seized with a fever, which brought him nigh to his endless end.”		# 5-3-2 Volume III, Chapter CX, Queequeg In His Coffin, p. 140 “…Queequeg now entreated to be lifted into his final bed that he might make trial of its comforts, if any it had. He lay without moving a few minutes, then crossing his arms on his breast with Yojo between, he called for the coffin lid…”
	# 5-3-3 Volume III, Chapter CXII, The Blacksmith, p. 150 “Nevertheless, this old man’s was a patient hammer wielded by a patient arm. No murmur, no impatience, no petulance did come from him. Silent, slow, and solemn; bowing over still further his chronically broken back, he toiled away, as if toil were life itself, and the heavy beating of his hammer the heavy beating of his heart.”

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