What then should there be
in this doubloon of the Equator that is so killing wonderful?
By Golconda! let me read it once. Halloa! here's signs and
wonders truly! That, now, is what old Bowditch in his Epitome
calls the zodiac, and what my almanack below calls ditto.
I'll get the almanack; and as I have heard devils can be raised
with Daboll's arithmetic, I'll try my hand at raising a meaning
out of these queer curvicues here with the Massachusetts calendar.
Here's the book. Let's see now. Signs and wonders;
and the sun, he's always among 'em. Hem, hem, hem; here they are--
here they go--all alive: Aries, or the Ram; Taurus, or the Bull
and Jimimi! here's Gemini himself, or the Twins. Well; the sun
he wheels among 'em. Aye, here on the coin he's just crossing
the threshold between two of twelve sitting-rooms all in a ring.
Book! you lie there; the fact is, you books must know your places.
You'll do to give us the bare words and facts, but we come
in to supply the thoughts. That's my small experience,
so far as the Massachusetts calendar, and Bowditch's navigator,
and Daboll's arithmetic go. Signs and wonders, eh? Pity if there
is nothing wonderful in signs, and significant in wonders!
There's a clue somewhere; wait a bit; hist--hark! By Jove, I have it!
Look you, Doubloon, your zodiac here is the life of man in one
round chapter; and now I'll read it off, straight out of the book.
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