The lookouts were half dead with cold and sleep and all; but they made out to hail land on the weather bow. "'Good George! said old Brandegee, 'how did land get on the weather bow? We must have got inside of Cape Cod, and that must be Sharkpainter Hill. "'Land on the lee quarter, hailed the watch, again: and in a minute more, 'Land on the lee beam, land on the lee bow.