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It
was
a
humorously
perilous
business
for
both
of
us
.
For
,
before
we
proceed
further
,
it
must
be
said
that
the
monkey-rope
was
fast
at
both
ends
;
fast
to
Queequeg
's
broad
canvas
belt
,
and
fast
to
my
narrow
leather
one
.
So
that
for
better
or
for
worse
,
we
two
,
for
the
time
,
were
wedded
;
and
should
poor
Queequeg
sink
to
rise
no
more
,
then
both
usage
and
honor
demanded
,
that
instead
of
cutting
the
cord
,
it
should
drag
me
down
in
his
wake
.
So
,
then
,
an
elongated
Siamese
ligature
united
us
.
Queequeg
was
my
own
inseparable
twin
brother
;
nor
could
I
any
way
get
rid
of
the
dangerous
liabilities
which
the
hempen
bond
entailed
.
So
strongly
and
metaphysically
did
I
conceive
of
my
situation
then
,
that
while
earnestly
watching
his
motions
,
I
seemed
distinctly
to
perceive
that
my
own
individuality
was
now
merged
in
a
joint
stock
company
of
two
;
that
my
free
will
had
received
a
mortal
wound
;
and
that
another
's
mistake
or
misfortune
might
plunge
innocent
me
into
unmerited
disaster
and
death
.
Therefore
,
I
saw
that
here
was
a
sort
of
interregnum
in
Providence
;
for
its
even-handed
equity
never
could
have
so
gross
an
injustice
.
And
yet
still
further
pondering
--
while
I
jerked
him
now
and
then
from
between
the
whale
and
ship
,
which
would
threaten
to
jam
him
--
still
further
pondering
,
I
say
,
I
saw
that
this
situation
of
mine
was
the
precise
situation
of
every
mortal
that
breathes
;
only
,
in
most
cases
,
he
,
one
way
or
other
,
has
this
Siamese
connexion
with
a
plurality
of
other
mortals
.
If
your
banker
breaks
,
you
snap
;
if
your
apothecary
by
mistake
sends
you
poison
in
your
pills
,
you
die
.
True
,
you
may
say
that
,
by
exceeding
caution
,
you
may
possibly
escape
these
and
the
multitudinous
other
evil
chances
of
life
.
But
handle
Queequeg
's
monkey-rope
heedfully
as
I
would
,
sometimes
he
jerked
it
so
,
that
I
came
very
near
sliding
overboard
.
Nor
could
I
possibly
forget
that
,
do
what
I
would
,
I
only
had
the
management
of
one
end
of
it
.
I
have
hinted
that
I
would
often
jerk
poor
Queequeg
from
between
the
whale
and
the
ship
--
where
he
would
occasionally
fall
,
from
the
incessant
rolling
and
swaying
of
both
.
But
this
was
not
the
only
jamming
jeopardy
he
was
exposed
to
.
Unappalled
by
the
massacre
made
upon
them
during
the
night
,
the
sharks
now
freshly
and
more
keenly
allured
by
the
before
pent
blood
which
began
to
flow
from
the
carcass
--
the
rabid
creatures
swarmed
round
it
like
bees
in
a
beehive
.
And
right
in
among
those
sharks
was
Queequeg
;
who
often
pushed
them
aside
with
his
floundering
feet
.
A
thing
altogether
incredible
were
it
not
that
attracted
by
such
prey
as
a
dead
whale
,
the
otherwise
miscellaneously
carnivorous
shark
will
seldom
touch
a
man
.
Nevertheless
,
it
may
well
be
believed
that
since
they
have
such
a
ravenous
finger
in
the
pie
,
it
is
deemed
but
wise
to
look
sharp
to
them
.
Accordingly
,
besides
the
monkey-rope
,
with
which
I
now
and
then
jerked
the
poor
fellow
from
too
close
a
vicinity
to
the
maw
of
what
seemed
a
peculiarly
ferocious
shark
--
he
was
provided
with
still
another
protection
.
Suspended
over
the
side
in
one
of
the
stages
,
Tashtego
and
Daggoo
continually
flourished
over
his
head
a
couple
of
keen
whale-spades
,
wherewith
they
slaughtered
as
many
sharks
as
they
could
reach
.
This
procedure
of
theirs
,
to
be
sure
,
was
very
disinterested
and
benevolent
of
them
.
They
meant
Queequeg
's
best
happiness
,
I
admit
;
but
in
their
hasty
zeal
to
befriend
him
,
and
from
the
circumstance
that
both
he
and
the
sharks
were
at
times
half
hidden
by
the
blood-muddled
water
,
those
indiscreet
spades
of
theirs
would
come
nearer
amputating
a
leg
than
a
tall
.
But
poor
Queequeg
,
I
suppose
,
straining
and
gasping
there
with
that
great
iron
hook
--
poor
Queequeg
,
I
suppose
,
only
prayed
to
his
Yojo
,
and
gave
up
his
life
into
the
hands
of
his
gods
.
Well
,
well
,
my
dear
comrade
and
twin-brother
,
thought
I
,
as
I
drew
in
and
then
slacked
off
the
rope
to
every
swell
of
the
sea
--
what
matters
it
,
after
all
?
Are
you
not
the
precious
image
of
each
and
all
of
us
men
in
this
whaling
world
?
That
unsounded
ocean
you
gasp
in
,
is
Life
;
those
sharks
,
your
foes
;
those
spades
,
your
friends
;
and
what
between
sharks
and
spades
you
are
in
a
sad
pickle
and
peril
,
poor
lad
.
But
courage
!
there
is
good
cheer
in
store
for
you
,
Queequeg
.
For
now
,
as
with
blue
lips
and
blood-shot
eyes
the
exhausted
savage
at
last
climbs
up
the
chains
and
stands
all
dripping
and
involuntarily
trembling
over
the
side
;
the
steward
advances
,
and
with
a
benevolent
,
consolatory
glance
hands
him
--
what
?
Some
hot
Cognac
?
No
!
hands
him
,
ye
gods
!
hands
him
a
cup
of
tepid
ginger
and
water
!
"
Ginger
?
Do
I
smell
ginger
?
"
suspiciously
asked
Stubb
,
coming
near
.
"
Yes
,
this
must
be
ginger
,
"
peering
into
the
as
yet
untasted
cup
.
Then
standing
as
if
incredulous
for
a
while
,
he
calmly
walked
towards
the
astonished
steward
slowly
saying
,
"
Ginger
?
ginger
?
and
will
you
have
the
goodness
to
tell
me
,
Mr.
Dough-Boy
,
where
lies
the
virtue
of
ginger
?
Ginger
!
is
ginger
the
sort
of
fuel
you
use
,
Dough-boy
,
to
kindle
a
fire
in
this
shivering
cannibal
?
Ginger
!
--
what
the
devil
is
ginger
?
--
sea-coal
?
firewood
?
--
lucifer
matches
?
--
tinder
?
--
gunpowder
?
--
what
the
devil
is
ginger
,
I
say
,
that
you
offer
this
cup
to
our
poor
Queequeg
here
.
"
