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"
Every
man
look
out
along
his
oars
!
"
cried
Starbuck
.
"
Thou
,
Queequeg
,
stand
up
!
"
Nimbly
springing
up
on
the
triangular
raised
box
in
the
bow
,
the
savage
stood
erect
there
,
and
with
intensely
eager
eyes
gazed
off
towards
the
spot
where
the
chase
had
last
been
descried
.
Likewise
upon
the
extreme
stern
of
the
boat
where
it
was
also
triangularly
platformed
level
with
the
gunwale
,
Starbuck
himself
was
seen
coolly
and
adroitly
balancing
himself
to
the
jerking
tossings
of
his
chip
of
a
craft
,
and
silently
eyeing
the
vast
blue
eye
of
the
sea
.
Not
very
far
distant
Flask
's
boat
was
also
lying
breathlessly
still
;
its
commander
recklessly
standing
upon
the
top
of
the
loggerhead
,
a
stout
sort
of
post
rooted
in
the
keel
,
and
rising
some
two
feet
above
the
level
of
the
stern
platform
.
It
is
used
for
catching
turns
with
the
whale
line
.
Its
top
is
not
more
spacious
than
the
palm
of
a
man
's
hand
,
and
standing
upon
such
a
base
as
that
,
Flask
seemed
perched
at
the
mast-head
of
some
ship
which
had
sunk
to
all
but
her
trucks
.
But
little
King-Post
was
small
and
short
,
and
at
the
same
time
little
King-Post
was
full
of
a
large
and
tall
ambition
,
so
that
this
logger
head
stand-point
of
his
did
by
no
means
satisfy
King-Post
.
"
I
ca
n't
see
three
seas
off
;
tip
us
up
an
oar
there
,
and
let
me
onto
that
.
"
Upon
this
,
Daggoo
,
with
either
hand
upon
the
gunwale
to
steady
his
way
,
swiftly
slid
aft
,
and
then
erecting
himself
volunteered
his
lofty
shoulders
for
a
pedestal
.
"
Good
a
mast-head
as
any
,
sir
.
Will
you
mount
?
"
"
That
I
will
,
and
thank
ye
very
much
,
my
fine
fellow
;
only
I
wish
you
fifty
feet
taller
.
"
Whereupon
planting
his
feet
firmly
against
two
opposite
planks
of
the
boat
,
the
gigantic
negro
,
stooping
a
little
,
presented
his
flat
palm
to
Flask
's
foot
,
and
then
putting
Flask
's
hand
on
his
hearse-plumed
head
and
bidding
him
spring
as
he
himself
should
toss
,
with
one
dexterous
fling
landed
the
little
man
high
and
dry
on
his
shoulders
.
And
here
was
Flask
now
standing
,
Daggoo
with
one
lifted
arm
furnishing
him
with
a
breastband
to
lean
against
and
steady
himself
by
.
At
any
time
it
is
a
strange
sight
to
the
tyro
to
see
with
what
wondrous
habitude
of
unconscious
skill
the
whaleman
will
maintain
an
erect
posture
in
his
boat
,
even
when
pitched
about
by
the
most
riotously
perverse
and
cross-running
seas
.
Still
more
strange
to
see
him
giddily
perched
upon
the
logger
head
itself
,
under
such
circumstances
.
