Yet the Creator “opens his hand” even here, and ‘satisfies the desires
of every living thing.’ At night we were startled by a bright light
around the ship. We were in a patch of whale feed, a kind of skid,
myriads of little creatures who give out a phosphorescent light. It
seemed like a patch of the milky way. The mate lowered a bucket, hoping
to bring some of the animalculæ on deck; but they either eluded us, or
were too minute for observation apart.