The oldest Supercargoes or Old Sailors
Of such a case had never heard,
From Emerald Isle to Cape de Verd;
"Or Greenland!" cried the whalers.
All tongues were full of the Green Man, and still
They could not make him out with all their skill;
No soul could shape the matter, head or tail—
But Truth steps in where all conjectures fail.
A long half hour, in needless puzzle,
Our Galen's cane had rubbed against his muzzle;