resecuing

Updated: June 14, 2025

I saw none but ourselves on the sea: I remembered that our keel left no track as it sailed. Let the Oregon Indian through brush, bramble, and brier, hunt his enemy's trail, far over the mountains and down in the vales; comes he to the water, he snuffs idly in air. In resecuing the gentle Yillah from the hands of the Islanders, a design seemed accomplished. But what was now to be done?

Herman Melville - Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. I