No matter at what moment, let the ship's head be as it may, those eyes of his are always on the south, open, unwinking, fixed like guns in position." Hurliguerly did not exaggerate, and I had already remarked this.

To employ an expression of Edgar Poe's, Hunt had eyes like a falcon's.
"When he is not on the watch," resumed the boatswain, "that savage leans all the time with his elbows on the side, as motionless as he is mute.

His right place would be at the end of our bow, where he would do for a figurehead to the _Halbrane_, and a very ugly one at that! And then, when he is at the helm, Mr.Jeorling, just observe him! His enormous hands clutch the handles as though they were fastened to the wheel; he gazes at the binnacle as though the magnet of the compass were drawing his eyes.

I pride myself on being a good steersman, but as for being the equal of Hunt, I'm not! With him, not for an instant does the needle vary from the sailing-line, however rough a lurch she may give.

I am sure that if the binnacle lamp were to go out in the night Hunt would not require to relight it.