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Meantime
,
Queequeg
's
impulsive
,
indifferent
sword
,
sometimes
hitting
the
woof
slantingly
,
or
crookedly
,
or
strongly
,
or
weakly
,
as
the
case
might
be
;
and
by
this
difference
in
the
concluding
blow
producing
a
corresponding
contrast
in
the
final
aspect
of
the
completed
fabric
;
this
savage
's
sword
,
thought
I
,
which
thus
finally
shapes
and
fashions
both
warp
and
woof
;
this
easy
,
indifferent
sword
must
be
chance
--
aye
,
chance
,
free
will
,
and
necessity
--
wise
incompatible
--
all
interweavingly
working
together
.
The
straight
warp
of
necessity
,
not
to
be
swerved
from
its
ultimate
course
--
its
every
alternating
vibration
,
indeed
,
only
tending
to
that
;
free
will
still
free
to
ply
her
shuttle
between
given
threads
;
and
chance
,
though
restrained
in
its
play
within
the
right
lines
of
necessity
,
and
sideways
in
its
motions
directed
by
free
will
,
though
thus
prescribed
to
by
both
,
chance
by
turns
rules
either
,
and
has
the
last
featuring
blow
at
events
.
Thus
we
were
weaving
and
weaving
away
when
I
started
at
a
sound
so
strange
,
long
drawn
,
and
musically
wild
and
unearthly
,
that
the
ball
of
free
will
dropped
from
my
hand
,
and
I
stood
gazing
up
at
the
clouds
whence
that
voice
dropped
like
a
wing
.
High
aloft
in
the
cross-trees
was
that
mad
Gay-Header
,
Tashtego
.
His
body
was
reaching
eagerly
forward
,
his
hand
stretched
out
like
a
wand
,
and
at
brief
sudden
intervals
he
continued
his
cries
.
To
be
sure
the
same
sound
was
that
very
moment
perhaps
being
heard
all
over
the
seas
,
from
hundreds
of
whalemen
's
look-outs
perched
as
high
in
the
air
;
but
from
few
of
those
lungs
could
that
accustomed
old
cry
have
derived
such
a
marvellous
cadence
as
from
Tashtego
the
Indian
's
.
As
he
stood
hovering
over
you
half
suspended
in
air
,
so
wildly
and
eagerly
peering
towards
the
horizon
,
you
would
have
thought
him
some
prophet
or
seer
beholding
the
shadows
of
Fate
,
and
by
those
wild
cries
announcing
their
coming
.
"
There
she
blows
!
there
!
there
!
there
!
she
blows
!
she
blows
!
"
"
Where-away
?
"
"
On
the
lee-beam
,
about
two
miles
off
!
a
school
of
them
!
"
Instantly
all
was
commotion
.
The
Sperm
Whale
blows
as
a
clock
ticks
,
with
the
same
undeviating
and
reliable
uniformity
.
And
thereby
whalemen
distinguish
this
fish
from
other
tribes
of
his
genus
.
"
There
go
flukes
!
"
was
now
the
cry
from
Tashtego
;
and
the
whales
disappeared
.
