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"
Yes
,
"
rejoined
a
Guernsey-man
from
the
bulwarks
,
who
turned
out
to
be
the
chief-mate
.
"
Well
,
then
,
my
Bouton-de-Rose-bud
,
have
you
seen
the
White
Whale
?
"
"
What
whale
?
"
"
The
White
Whale
--
a
Sperm
Whale
--
Moby
Dick
,
have
ye
seen
him
?
"
Never
heard
of
such
a
whale
.
Cachalot
Blanche
!
White
Whale
--
no
.
"
"
Very
good
,
then
;
good
bye
now
,
and
I
'll
call
again
in
a
minute
.
"
Then
rapidly
pulling
back
towards
the
Pequod
,
and
seeing
Ahab
leaning
over
the
quarter-deck
rail
awaiting
his
report
,
he
moulded
his
two
hands
into
a
trumpet
and
shouted
--
"
No
,
Sir
!
No
!
"
Upon
which
Ahab
retired
,
and
Stubb
returned
to
the
Frenchman
.
He
now
perceived
that
the
Guernsey-man
,
who
had
just
got
into
the
chains
,
and
was
using
a
cutting-spade
,
had
slung
his
nose
in
a
sort
of
bag
.
"
What
's
the
matter
with
your
nose
,
there
?
"
said
Stubb
.
"
Broke
it
?
"
"
I
wish
it
was
broken
,
or
that
I
did
n't
have
any
nose
at
all
!
"
answered
the
Guernsey-man
,
who
did
not
seem
to
relish
the
job
he
was
at
very
much
.
"
But
what
are
you
holding
yours
for
?
"
