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"
Horse-shoe
stubbs
,
sir
?
Why
,
Captain
Ahab
,
thou
hast
here
,
then
,
the
best
and
stubbornest
stuff
we
blacksmiths
ever
work
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
old
man
;
these
stubbs
will
weld
together
like
glue
from
the
melted
bones
of
murderers
.
Quick
!
forge
me
the
harpoon
.
And
forge
me
first
,
twelve
rods
for
its
shank
;
then
wind
,
and
twist
,
and
hammer
these
twelve
together
like
the
yarns
and
strands
of
a
tow-line
.
Quick
!
I
'll
blow
the
fire
.
"
When
at
last
the
twelve
rods
were
made
,
Ahab
tried
them
,
one
by
one
,
by
spiralling
them
,
with
his
own
hand
,
round
a
long
,
heavy
iron
bolt
.
"
A
flaw
!
"
rejecting
the
last
one
.
"
Work
that
over
again
,
Perth
.
"
This
done
,
Perth
was
about
to
begin
welding
the
twelve
into
one
,
when
Ahab
stayed
his
hand
,
and
said
he
would
weld
his
own
iron
.
As
,
then
,
regular
,
gasping
hems
,
he
hammered
on
the
anvil
,
Perth
passing
to
him
the
glowing
rods
,
after
the
other
,
and
the
hard
pressed
forge
shooting
up
its
intense
straight
flame
,
the
Parsee
passed
silently
,
and
bowing
over
his
head
towards
the
fire
,
seemed
invoking
some
curse
or
some
blessing
on
the
toil
.
But
,
as
Ahab
looked
up
,
he
slid
aside
.
"
What
's
that
bunch
of
lucifers
dodging
about
there
for
?
"
muttered
Stubb
,
looking
on
from
the
forecastle
.
"
That
Parsee
smells
fire
like
a
fusee
;
and
smells
of
it
himself
,
like
a
hot
musket
's
powder-pan
.
"
At
last
the
shank
,
in
one
complete
rod
,
received
its
final
heat
;
and
as
Perth
,
to
temper
it
,
plunged
it
all
hissing
into
the
cask
of
water
near
by
,
the
scalding
steam
shot
up
into
Ahab
's
bent
face
.
"
Would
's
t
thou
brand
me
,
Perth
?
"
wincing
for
a
moment
with
the
pain
;
"
have
I
been
but
forging
my
own
branding-iron
,
then
?
"
"
Pray
God
,
not
that
;
yet
I
fear
something
,
Captain
Ahab
.
Is
not
this
harpoon
for
the
White
Whale
?
"
"
For
the
white
fiend
!
But
now
for
the
barbs
;
thou
must
make
them
thyself
,
man
.
