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"
He
says
,
Monsieur
,
that
he
's
very
happy
to
have
been
of
any
service
to
us
.
"
Hearing
this
,
the
captain
vowed
that
they
were
the
grateful
parties
(
meaning
himself
and
mate
)
,
and
concluded
by
inviting
Stubb
down
into
his
cabin
to
drink
a
bottle
of
Bordeaux
.
"
He
wants
you
to
take
a
glass
of
wine
with
him
,
"
said
the
interpreter
.
"
Thank
him
heartily
;
but
tell
him
it
's
against
my
principles
to
drink
with
the
man
I
've
diddled
.
In
fact
,
tell
him
I
must
go
.
"
"
He
says
,
Monsieur
,
that
his
principles
wo
n't
admit
of
his
drinking
;
but
that
if
Monsieur
wants
to
live
another
day
to
drink
,
then
Monsieur
had
best
drop
all
four
boats
,
and
pull
the
ship
away
from
these
whales
,
for
it
's
so
calm
they
wo
n't
drift
.
"
By
this
time
Stubb
was
over
the
side
,
and
getting
into
his
boat
,
hailed
the
Guernsey-man
to
this
effect
--
that
having
a
long
tow-line
in
his
boat
,
he
would
do
what
he
could
to
help
them
,
by
pulling
out
the
lighter
whale
of
the
two
from
the
ship
's
side
.
While
the
Frenchman
's
boats
,
then
,
were
engaged
in
towing
the
ship
one
way
,
Stubb
benevolently
towed
away
at
his
whale
the
other
way
,
ostentatiously
slacking
out
a
most
unusually
long
tow-line
.
Presently
a
breeze
sprang
up
;
Stubb
feigned
to
cast
off
from
the
whale
;
hoisting
his
boats
,
the
Frenchman
soon
increased
his
distance
,
while
the
Pequod
slid
in
between
him
and
Stubb
's
whale
.
Whereupon
Stubb
quickly
pulled
to
the
floating
body
,
and
hailing
the
Pequod
to
give
notice
of
his
intentions
,
at
once
proceeded
to
reap
the
fruit
of
his
unrighteous
cunning
.
Seizing
his
sharp
boat-spade
,
he
commenced
an
excavation
in
the
body
,
a
little
behind
the
side
fin
.
You
would
almost
have
thought
he
was
digging
a
cellar
there
in
the
sea
;
and
when
at
length
his
spade
struck
against
the
gaunt
ribs
,
it
was
like
turning
up
old
Roman
tiles
and
pottery
buried
in
fat
English
loam
.
His
boat
's
crew
were
all
in
high
excitement
,
eagerly
helping
their
chief
,
and
looking
anxious
as
gold-hunters
.
And
all
the
time
numberless
fowls
were
diving
,
and
ducking
,
and
screaming
,
and
yelling
,
and
fighting
around
them
.
Stubb
was
beginning
to
look
disappointed
,
especially
as
the
horrible
nosegay
increased
,
when
suddenly
from
out
the
very
heart
of
this
plague
,
there
stole
a
faint
stream
of
perfume
,
which
flowed
through
the
tide
of
bad
smells
without
being
absorbed
by
it
,
as
one
river
will
flow
into
and
then
along
with
another
,
without
at
all
blending
with
it
for
a
time
"
I
have
it
,
I
have
it
,
"
cried
Stubb
,
with
delight
,
striking
something
in
the
subterranean
regions
,
"
a
purse
!
a
purse
!
"
