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And
what
was
that
,
shipmates
?
To
preach
the
Truth
to
the
face
of
Falsehood
!
That
was
it
!
"
This
,
shipmates
,
this
is
that
other
lesson
;
and
woe
to
that
pilot
of
the
living
God
who
slights
it
.
Woe
to
him
whom
this
world
charms
from
Gospel
duty
!
Woe
to
him
who
seeks
to
pour
oil
upon
the
waters
when
God
has
brewed
them
into
a
gale
!
Woe
to
him
who
seeks
to
please
rather
than
to
appal
!
Woe
to
him
whose
good
name
is
more
to
him
than
goodness
!
Woe
to
him
who
,
in
this
world
,
courts
not
dishonor
!
Woe
to
him
who
would
not
be
true
,
even
though
to
be
false
were
salvation
!
Yea
,
woe
to
him
who
as
the
great
Pilot
Paul
has
it
,
while
preaching
to
others
is
himself
a
castaway
!
He
drooped
and
fell
away
from
himself
for
a
moment
;
then
lifting
his
face
to
them
again
,
showed
a
deep
joy
in
his
eyes
,
as
he
cried
out
with
a
heavenly
enthusiasm
--
"
But
oh
!
shipmates
!
on
the
starboard
hand
of
every
woe
,
there
is
a
sure
delight
;
and
higher
the
top
of
that
delight
,
than
the
bottom
of
the
woe
is
deep
.
Is
not
the
main-truck
higher
than
the
kelson
is
low
?
Delight
is
to
him
--
a
far
,
far
upward
,
and
inward
delight
--
who
against
the
proud
gods
and
commodores
of
this
earth
,
ever
stands
forth
his
own
inexorable
self
.
Delight
is
to
him
whose
strong
arms
yet
support
him
,
when
the
ship
of
this
base
treacherous
world
has
gone
down
beneath
him
.
Delight
is
to
him
,
who
gives
no
quarter
in
the
truth
,
and
kills
,
burns
,
and
destroys
all
sin
though
he
pluck
it
out
from
under
the
robes
of
Senators
and
Judges
.
Delight
--
top-gallant
delight
is
to
him
,
who
acknowledges
no
law
or
lord
,
but
the
Lord
his
God
,
and
is
only
a
patriot
to
heaven
.
Delight
is
to
him
,
whom
all
the
waves
of
the
billows
of
the
seas
of
the
boisterous
mob
can
never
shake
from
this
sure
Keel
of
the
Ages
.
And
eternal
delight
and
deliciousness
will
be
his
,
who
coming
to
lay
him
down
,
can
say
with
his
final
breath
--
O
Father
!
--
chiefly
known
to
me
by
Thy
rod
--
mortal
or
immortal
,
here
I
die
.
I
have
striven
to
be
Thine
,
more
than
to
be
this
world
's
,
or
mine
own
.
Yet
this
is
nothing
:
I
leave
eternity
to
Thee
;
for
what
is
man
that
he
should
live
out
the
lifetime
of
his
God
?
"
He
said
no
more
,
but
slowly
waving
a
benediction
,
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
,
and
so
remained
kneeling
,
till
all
the
people
had
departed
,
and
he
was
left
alone
in
the
place
.
Returning
to
the
Spouter-Inn
from
the
Chapel
,
I
found
Queequeg
there
quite
alone
;
he
having
left
the
Chapel
before
the
benediction
some
time
.
He
was
sitting
on
a
bench
before
the
fire
,
with
his
feet
on
the
stove
hearth
,
and
in
one
hand
was
holding
close
up
to
his
face
that
little
negro
idol
of
his
;
peering
hard
into
its
face
,
and
with
a
jack-knife
gently
whittling
away
at
its
nose
,
meanwhile
humming
to
himself
in
his
heathenish
way
.
But
being
now
interrupted
,
he
put
up
the
image
;
and
pretty
soon
,
going
to
the
table
,
took
up
a
large
book
there
,
and
placing
it
on
his
lap
began
counting
the
pages
with
deliberate
regularity
;
at
every
fiftieth
page
--
as
I
fancied
--
stopping
for
a
moment
,
looking
vacantly
around
him
,
and
giving
utterance
to
a
long-drawn
gurgling
whistle
of
astonishment
.
He
would
then
begin
again
at
the
next
fifty
;
seeming
to
commence
at
number
one
each
time
,
as
though
he
could
not
count
more
than
fifty
,
and
it
was
only
by
such
a
large
number
of
fifties
being
found
together
,
that
his
astonishment
at
the
multitude
of
pages
was
excited
.
With
much
interest
I
sat
watching
him
.
Savage
though
he
was
,
and
hideously
marred
about
the
face
--
at
least
to
my
taste
--
his
countenance
yet
had
a
something
in
it
which
was
by
no
means
disagreeable
.
You
can
not
hide
the
soul
.
Through
all
his
unearthly
tattooings
,
I
thought
I
saw
the
traces
of
a
simple
honest
heart
;
and
in
his
large
,
deep
eyes
,
fiery
black
and
bold
,
there
seemed
tokens
of
a
spirit
that
would
dare
a
thousand
devils
.
And
besides
all
this
,
there
was
a
certain
lofty
bearing
about
the
Pagan
,
which
even
his
uncouthness
could
not
altogether
maim
.
He
looked
like
a
man
who
had
never
cringed
and
never
had
had
a
creditor
.
Whether
it
was
,
too
,
that
his
head
being
shaved
,
his
forehead
was
drawn
out
in
freer
and
brighter
relief
,
and
looked
more
expansive
than
it
otherwise
would
,
this
I
will
not
venture
to
decide
;
but
certain
it
was
his
head
was
phrenologically
an
excellent
one
.
It
may
seem
ridiculous
,
but
it
reminded
me
of
General
Washington
's
head
,
as
seen
in
the
popular
busts
of
him
.
It
had
the
same
long
regularly
graded
retreating
slope
from
above
the
brows
,
which
were
likewise
very
projecting
,
like
two
long
promontories
thickly
wooded
on
top
.
Queequeg
was
George
Washington
cannibalistically
developed
.
Whilst
I
was
thus
closely
scanning
him
,
half-pretending
meanwhile
to
be
looking
out
at
the
storm
from
the
casement
,
he
never
heeded
my
presence
,
never
troubled
himself
with
so
much
as
a
single
glance
;
but
appeared
wholly
occupied
with
counting
the
pages
of
the
marvellous
book
.
Considering
how
sociably
we
had
been
sleeping
together
the
night
previous
,
and
especially
considering
the
affectionate
arm
I
had
found
thrown
over
me
upon
waking
in
the
morning
,
I
thought
this
indifference
of
his
very
strange
.
But
savages
are
strange
beings
;
at
times
you
do
not
know
exactly
how
to
take
them
.
At
first
they
are
overawing
;
their
calm
self-collectedness
of
simplicity
seems
as
Socratic
wisdom
.
I
had
noticed
also
that
Queequeg
never
consorted
at
all
,
or
but
very
little
,
with
the
other
seamen
in
the
inn
.
He
made
no
advances
whatever
;
appeared
to
have
no
desire
to
enlarge
the
circle
of
his
acquaintances
.
All
this
struck
me
as
mighty
singular
;
yet
,
upon
second
thoughts
,
there
was
something
almost
sublime
in
it
.
Here
was
a
man
some
twenty
thousand
miles
from
home
,
by
the
way
of
Cape
Horn
,
that
is
--
which
was
the
only
way
he
could
get
there
--
thrown
among
people
as
strange
to
him
as
though
he
were
in
the
planet
Jupiter
;
and
yet
he
seemed
entirely
at
his
ease
;
preserving
the
utmost
serenity
;
content
with
his
own
companionship
;
always
equal
to
himself
.
Surely
this
was
a
touch
of
fine
philosophy
;
though
no
doubt
he
had
never
heard
there
was
such
a
thing
as
that
.
But
,
perhaps
,
to
be
true
philosophers
,
we
mortals
should
not
be
conscious
of
so
living
or
so
striving
.
