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"
And
you
have
lived
in
this
world
hard
upon
one
hundred
years
,
cook
,
and
do
n't
know
yet
how
to
cook
a
whale-steak
?
"
rapidly
bolting
another
mouthful
at
the
last
word
,
so
that
morsel
seemed
a
continuation
of
the
question
.
"
Where
were
you
born
,
cook
?
"
"
'
Hind
de
hatchway
,
in
ferry-boat
,
goin
'
ober
de
Roanoke
.
"
"
Born
in
a
ferry-boat
!
That
's
queer
,
too
.
But
I
want
to
know
what
country
you
were
born
in
,
cook
!
"
"
Did
n't
I
say
de
Roanoke
country
?
"
he
cried
sharply
.
"
No
,
you
did
n't
,
cook
;
but
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
'm
coming
to
,
cook
.
You
must
go
home
and
be
born
over
again
;
you
do
n't
know
how
to
cook
a
whale-steak
yet
.
"
"
Bress
my
soul
,
if
I
cook
noder
one
,
"
he
growled
,
angrily
,
turning
round
to
depart
.
"
Come
back
here
,
cook
;
--
here
,
hand
me
those
tongs
;
--
now
take
that
bit
of
steak
there
,
and
tell
me
if
you
think
that
steak
cooked
as
it
should
be
?
Take
it
,
I
say
"
--
holding
the
tongs
towards
him
--
"
take
it
,
and
taste
it
.
"
Faintly
smacking
his
withered
lips
over
it
for
a
moment
,
the
old
negro
muttered
,
"
Best
cooked
'
teak
I
eber
taste
;
joosy
,
berry
joosy
.
"
"
Cook
,
"
said
Stubb
,
squaring
himself
once
more
;
"
do
you
belong
to
the
church
?
"
"
Passed
one
once
in
Cape-Down
,
"
said
the
old
man
sullenly
.
