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"
I
was
about
observing
,
sir
,
before
Captain
Boomer
's
facetious
interruption
,
that
spite
of
my
best
and
severest
endeavors
,
the
wound
kept
getting
worse
and
worse
;
the
truth
was
,
sir
,
it
was
as
ugly
gaping
wound
as
surgeon
ever
saw
;
more
than
two
feet
and
several
inches
long
.
I
measured
it
with
the
lead
line
.
In
short
,
it
grew
black
;
I
knew
what
was
threatened
,
and
off
it
came
.
But
I
had
no
hand
in
shipping
that
ivory
arm
there
;
that
thing
is
against
all
rule
"
--
pointing
at
it
with
the
marlingspike
--
"
that
is
the
captain
's
work
,
not
mine
;
he
ordered
the
carpenter
to
make
it
;
he
had
that
club-hammer
there
put
to
the
end
,
to
knock
some
one
's
brains
out
with
,
I
suppose
,
as
he
tried
mine
once
.
He
flies
into
diabolical
passions
sometimes
.
Do
ye
see
this
dent
,
sir
"
--
removing
his
hat
,
and
brushing
aside
his
hair
,
and
exposing
a
bowl-like
cavity
in
his
skull
,
but
which
bore
not
the
slightest
scarry
trace
,
or
any
token
of
ever
having
been
a
wound
--
"
Well
,
the
captain
there
will
tell
you
how
that
came
there
;
he
knows
.
"
"
No
,
I
do
n't
,
"
said
the
captain
,
"
but
his
mother
did
;
he
was
born
with
it
.
Oh
,
you
solemn
rogue
,
you
--
you
Bunger
!
was
there
ever
such
another
Bunger
in
the
watery
world
?
Bunger
,
when
you
die
,
you
ought
to
die
in
pickle
,
you
dog
;
you
should
be
preserved
to
future
ages
,
you
rascal
.
"
"
What
became
of
the
White
Whale
?
"
now
cried
Ahab
,
who
thus
far
had
been
impatiently
listening
to
this
byeplay
between
the
two
Englishmen
.
"
Oh
!
"
cried
the
one-armed
captain
,
"
oh
,
yes
!
Well
;
after
he
sounded
,
we
did
n't
see
him
again
for
some
time
;
in
fact
,
as
I
before
hinted
,
I
did
n't
then
know
what
whale
it
was
that
had
served
me
such
a
trick
,
till
some
time
afterwards
,
when
coming
back
to
the
Line
,
we
heard
about
Moby
Dick
--
as
some
call
him
--
and
then
I
knew
it
was
he
.
"
"
Did
's
t
thou
cross
his
wake
again
?
"
"
Twice
.
"
"
But
could
not
fasten
?
"
"
Did
n't
want
to
try
to
;
ai
n't
one
limb
enough
?
What
should
I
do
without
this
other
arm
?
And
I
'm
thinking
Moby
Dick
does
n't
bite
so
much
as
he
swallows
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
interrupted
Bunger
,
"
give
him
your
left
arm
for
bait
to
get
the
right
.
Do
you
know
,
gentlemen
"
--
very
gravely
and
mathematically
bowing
to
each
Captain
in
succession
--
"
Do
you
know
,
gentlemen
,
that
the
digestive
organs
of
the
whale
are
so
inscrutably
constructed
by
Divine
Providence
,
that
it
is
quite
impossible
for
him
to
completely
digest
even
a
man
's
arm
?
And
he
knows
it
too
.
So
that
what
you
take
for
the
White
Whale
's
malice
is
only
his
awkwardness
.
For
he
never
means
to
swallow
a
single
limb
;
he
only
thinks
to
terrify
by
feints
.
But
sometimes
he
is
like
the
old
juggling
fellow
,
formerly
a
patient
of
mine
in
Ceylon
,
that
making
believe
swallow
jack-knives
,
once
upon
a
time
let
one
drop
into
him
in
good
earnest
,
and
there
it
stayed
for
a
twelvemonth
or
more
;
when
I
gave
him
an
emetic
,
and
he
heaved
it
up
in
small
tacks
,
d'ye
see
?
No
possible
way
for
him
to
digest
that
jack-knife
,
and
fully
incorporate
it
into
his
general
bodily
system
.
Yes
,
Captain
Boomer
,
if
you
are
quick
enough
about
it
,
and
have
a
mind
to
pawn
one
arm
for
the
sake
of
the
privilege
of
giving
decent
burial
to
the
other
,
why
,
in
that
case
the
arm
is
yours
;
only
let
the
whale
have
another
chance
at
you
shortly
,
that
's
all
.
"
