Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the frightened colt!
Muffled rollings, bleak rustlings, festooned frosts, desolate shiftings, *and* windrowed snows.
That's a heck of a sentence!
