Pilothouse

The funnel projected through that roof, and in front of the funnel a small cabin built of light planks served for a pilot-house.

Suddenly I felt a deep pang of regret—for all those thousands of poor mortals who had not stood in a pilothouse and felt that surge of eager motion as some ancient riverboat slid through deep bayou waters and headed downstream. […] From the pilothouse I walked onto the hurricane deck and watched as the sun dropped behind the bearded oaks, casting long shadows across the limpid bayou.