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"
I
look
,
you
look
,
he
looks
;
we
look
,
ye
look
,
they
look
.
"
"
Why
,
he
's
getting
it
by
heart
--
hist
!
again
.
"
"
I
look
,
you
look
,
he
looks
;
we
look
,
ye
look
,
they
look
.
"
"
Well
,
that
's
funny
"
"
And
I
,
you
,
and
he
;
and
we
,
ye
,
and
they
,
are
all
bats
;
and
I
'm
a
crow
,
especially
when
I
stand
a
'
top
of
this
pine
tree
here
.
Caw
!
caw
!
caw
!
caw
!
caw
!
caw
!
Ai
n't
I
a
crow
?
And
where
's
the
scare-crow
?
There
he
stands
;
two
bones
stuck
into
a
pair
of
old
trowsers
,
and
two
more
poked
into
the
sleeves
of
an
old
jacket
.
"
"
Wonder
if
he
means
me
?
--
complimentary
--
poor
lad
!
--
I
could
go
hang
myself
.
Any
way
,
for
the
present
,
I
'll
quit
Pip
's
vicinity
.
I
can
stand
the
rest
,
for
they
have
plain
wits
;
but
he
's
too
crazy-witty
for
my
sanity
.
So
,
so
,
I
leave
him
muttering
.
"
"
Here
's
the
ship
's
navel
,
this
doubloon
here
,
and
they
are
all
one
fire
to
unscrew
it
.
But
,
unscrew
your
navel
,
and
what
's
the
consequence
?
Then
again
,
if
it
stays
here
,
that
is
ugly
,
too
,
for
when
aught
's
nailed
to
the
mast
it
's
a
sign
that
things
grow
desperate
.
Ha
!
ha
!
old
Ahab
!
the
White
Whale
;
he
'll
nail
ye
!
This
is
a
pine
tree
.
My
father
,
in
old
Tolland
county
,
cut
down
a
pine
tree
once
,
and
found
a
silver
ring
grown
over
in
it
;
some
old
darkey
's
wedding
ring
.
How
did
it
get
there
?
And
so
they
'll
say
in
the
resurrection
,
when
they
come
to
fish
up
this
old
mast
,
and
find
a
doubloon
lodged
in
it
,
with
bedded
oysters
for
the
shaggy
bark
.
Oh
,
the
gold
!
the
precious
,
precious
gold
!
--
the
green
miser
'll
hoard
ye
soon
!
Hish
!
hish
!
God
goes
'
mong
the
worlds
blackberrying
.
Cook
!
ho
,
cook
!
and
cook
us
!
Jenny
!
hey
,
hey
,
hey
,
hey
,
hey
,
Jenny
,
Jenny
!
and
get
your
hoe-cake
done
!
"
The
Pequod
of
Nantucket
,
Meets
the
Samuel
Enderby
,
of
London
"
Ship
,
ahoy
!
Hast
seen
the
White
Whale
?
"
So
cried
Ahab
,
once
more
hailing
a
ship
showing
English
colors
,
bearing
down
under
the
stern
.
Trumpet
to
mouth
,
the
old
man
was
standing
in
his
hoisted
quarter-deck
,
his
ivory
leg
plainly
revealed
to
the
stranger
captain
,
who
was
carelessly
reclining
in
his
own
boat
's
bow
.
He
was
a
darkly-tanned
,
burly
,
goodnatured
,
fine-looking
man
,
of
sixty
or
thereabouts
,
dressed
in
a
spacious
roundabout
,
that
hung
round
him
in
festoons
of
blue
pilot-cloth
;
and
one
empty
arm
of
his
jacket
streamed
behind
him
like
the
broidered
arm
of
a
huzzar
's
surcoat
.
