whither-ward

Updated: June 29, 2025

Our last death-denouncing Article of War has been read; and far inland, in that blessed clime whither-ward our frigate now glides, the last wrong in our frigate will be remembered no more; when down from our main-mast comes our Commodore's pennant, when down sinks its shooting stars from the sky. "By the mark, nine!" sings the hoary old leadsman, in the chains.

Herman Melville - White Jacket: or, the World on a Man-of-War