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"
Who
's
got
some
paregoric
?
"
said
Stubb
,
"
he
has
the
stomach-ache
,
I
'm
afraid
.
Lord
,
think
of
having
half
an
acre
of
stomach-ache
!
Adverse
winds
are
holding
mad
Christmas
in
him
,
boys
.
It
's
the
first
foul
wind
ever
knew
to
blow
from
astern
;
but
look
,
did
ever
whale
yaw
so
before
?
it
must
be
,
he
's
lost
his
tiller
.
"
As
an
overladen
Indiaman
bearing
down
the
Hindostan
coast
with
a
deck
load
of
frightened
horses
,
careens
,
buries
,
rolls
,
and
wallows
on
her
way
;
so
did
this
old
whale
heave
his
aged
bulk
,
and
now
and
then
partly
turning
over
on
his
cumbrous
rib-ends
,
expose
the
cause
of
his
devious
wake
in
the
unnatural
stump
of
his
starboard
fin
.
Whether
he
had
lost
that
fin
in
battle
,
or
had
been
born
without
it
,
it
were
hard
to
say
.
"
Only
wait
a
bit
,
old
chap
,
and
I
'll
give
ye
a
sling
for
that
wounded
arm
,
"
cried
cruel
Flask
,
pointing
to
the
whale-line
near
him
.
"
Mind
he
do
n't
sling
thee
with
it
,
"
cried
Starbuck
.
"
Give
way
,
or
the
German
will
have
him
.
"
With
one
intent
all
the
combined
rival
boats
were
pointed
for
this
one
fish
,
because
not
only
was
he
the
largest
,
and
therefore
the
most
valuable
whale
,
but
he
was
nearest
to
them
,
and
the
other
whales
were
going
with
such
great
velocity
,
moreover
,
as
almost
to
defy
pursuit
for
the
time
.
At
this
juncture
,
the
Pequod
's
keels
had
shot
by
the
three
German
boats
last
lowered
;
but
from
the
great
start
he
had
had
,
Derick
's
boat
still
led
the
chase
,
though
every
moment
neared
by
his
foreign
rivals
.
The
only
thing
they
feared
,
was
,
that
from
being
already
so
nigh
to
his
mark
,
he
would
be
enabled
to
dart
his
iron
before
they
could
completely
overtake
and
pass
him
.
As
for
Derick
,
he
seemed
quite
confident
that
this
would
be
the
case
,
and
occasionally
with
a
deriding
gesture
shook
his
lamp-feeder
at
the
other
boats
.
"
The
ungracious
and
ungrateful
dog
!
"
cried
Starbuck
;
"
he
mocks
and
dares
me
with
the
very
poor-box
I
filled
for
him
not
five
minutes
ago
!
"
--
Then
in
his
old
intense
whisper
--
"
give
way
,
greyhounds
!
Dog
to
it
!
"
"
I
tell
ye
what
it
is
,
men
"
--
cried
Stubb
to
his
crew
--
"
it
's
against
my
religion
to
get
mad
;
but
I
'd
like
to
eat
that
villainous
Yarman
--
Pull
--
wo
n't
ye
?
Are
ye
going
to
let
that
rascal
beat
ye
?
Do
ye
love
brandy
?
A
hogshead
of
brandy
,
then
,
to
the
best
man
.
Come
,
why
do
n't
some
of
ye
burst
a
blood-vessel
?
Who
's
that
been
dropping
an
anchor
overboard
--
we
do
n't
budge
an
inch
--
we
're
becalmed
.
Halloo
,
here
's
grass
growing
in
the
boat
's
bottom
--
and
by
the
Lord
,
the
mast
there
's
budding
.
This
wo
n't
do
,
boys
.
Look
at
that
Yarman
!
The
short
and
long
of
it
is
,
men
,
will
ye
spit
fire
or
not
?
"
"
Oh
!
see
the
suds
he
makes
!
"
cried
Flask
,
dancing
up
and
down
--
"
What
a
hump
--
Oh
,
do
pile
on
the
beef
--
lays
like
a
log
!
Oh
!
my
lads
,
do
spring
--
slap-jacks
and
quahogs
for
supper
,
you
know
,
my
lads
--
baked
clams
and
muffins
--
ho
,
do
,
do
,
spring
--
he
's
a
hundred
barreler
--
do
n't
lose
him
now
--
do
n't
oh
,
do
n't
!
--
see
that
Yarman
--
Oh
,
wo
n't
ye
pull
for
your
duff
,
my
lads
--
such
a
sog
!
such
a
sogger
!
Do
n't
ye
love
sperm
?
There
goes
three
thousand
dollars
,
men
!
--
a
bank
!
--
a
whole
bank
!
The
bank
of
England
!
--
Oh
,
do
,
do
,
do
!
--
What
's
that
Yarman
about
now
?
"
