Moby Dick, or the Whale by Herman Melville 8-9 Free Adventure Audiobook Children's Library.
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chapter eight the pulpit i had not been seated very long air a man of a certain venerable robustness entered immediately as the storm-pelted door flew back upon admitting him a quick regardful eyeing of him by all of the congregation sufficiently attested that this fine old man was the chaplain yes it was the famous father mapple so called by the whalemen among whom he was a very great favorite he had been a sailor and a harpooner in his youth but for many years past had dedicated his life to the ministry at the time i now write of father mapple was in the hearty winter of a healthy old age that sort of old age which seems merging into a second flowering youth for among all the fishers of his wrinkles there shown certain mild gleams of a newly developing bloom the spring verger peeping forth even beneath february's snow no one having previously heard his history could for the first time behold father mapple without the utmost interest because there were certain engrafted clerical peculiarities about him imputable to that adventurous maritime life he had led when he entered i observed that he carried no umbrella and certainly had not come in his carriage for his tarpon hat ran down with melting sleet and his great pilot cloth jacket seemed almost to drag him to the floor with the weight of the water it had absorbed however hat and coat and over shoes were one by one removed and hung up in a little space in an adjacent corner when arrayed in a decent suit he quietly approached the pulpit like most old-fashioned pulpits it was a very lofty one and since a regular stairs to such a height would by its long angle with the floor seriously contract the already small area of the chapel the architect it seemed had acted upon the hint of father mapple and finished the pulpit without a stairs substituting a perpendicular side ladder like those used in mounting a ship from a boat at sea the wife of a whaling captain had provided the chapel with a handsome pair of red wursted man ropes for this ladder which being itself nicely headed and stained with a mahogany color the whole contrivance considering what manner of chapel it was seemed by no means in bad taste halting for an instant at the foot of the ladder and with both hands grasping the ornamental knobs of the man ropes father mapple cast a look upwards and then with a truly sailor-like but still reverential dexterity hand over hand mounted the steps as if ascending the main top of his vessel the perpendicular parts of this side ladder as is usually the case with swinging ones were of cloth-covered rope only the rounds were of wood so that at every step there was a joint at my first glimpse of the pulpit it had not escaped me that however convenient for a ship these joints in the present instance seemed unnecessary for i was not prepared to see father mapple after gaining the height slowly turn round and stooping over the pulpit deliberately drag up the ladder step by step till the hole was deposited within leaving him impregnable in his little quebec i pondered some time without fully comprehending the reason for this father mapple enjoyed such a wide reputation for sincerity and sanctity that i could not suspect him of courting notoriety by any mere tricks of the stage no thought i there must be some sober reason for this thing furthermore it must symbolize something unseen can it be then that by that act of physical isolation he signifies his spiritual withdrawal for the time from all outward worldly ties and connections yes for replenished with the meat and wine of the word to the faithful man of god this pulpit i see is a self-containing stronghold a...