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Below
in
his
hammock
,
Ahab
did
not
hear
of
this
till
grey
dawn
,
when
he
came
to
the
deck
;
it
was
then
recounted
to
him
by
Flask
,
not
unaccompanied
with
hinted
dark
meanings
.
He
hollowly
laughed
,
and
thus
explained
the
wonder
.
Those
rocky
islands
the
ship
had
passed
were
the
resort
of
great
numbers
of
seals
,
and
some
young
seals
that
had
lost
their
dams
,
or
some
dams
that
had
lost
their
cubs
,
must
have
risen
nigh
the
ship
and
kept
company
with
her
,
crying
and
sobbing
with
their
human
sort
of
wall
.
But
this
only
the
more
affected
some
of
them
,
because
most
mariners
cherish
a
very
superstitious
feeling
about
seals
,
arising
not
only
from
their
peculiar
tones
when
in
distress
,
but
also
from
the
human
look
of
their
round
heads
and
semi-intelligent
faces
,
seen
peeringly
uprising
from
the
water
alongside
.
In
the
sea
,
under
certain
circumstances
,
seals
have
more
than
once
been
mistaken
for
men
.
But
the
bodings
of
the
crew
were
destined
to
receive
a
most
plausible
confirmation
in
the
fate
of
one
of
their
number
that
morning
.
At
sun-rise
this
man
went
from
his
hammock
to
his
mast-head
at
the
fore
;
and
whether
it
was
that
he
was
not
yet
half
waked
from
his
sleep
(
for
sailors
sometimes
go
aloft
in
a
transition
state
)
,
whether
it
was
thus
with
the
man
,
there
is
now
no
telling
;
but
,
be
that
as
it
may
,
he
had
not
been
long
at
his
perch
,
when
a
cry
was
heard
--
a
cry
and
a
rushing
--
and
looking
up
,
they
saw
a
falling
phantom
in
the
air
;
and
looking
down
,
a
little
tossed
heap
of
white
bubbles
in
the
blue
of
the
sea
.
The
life-buoy
--
a
long
slender
cask
--
was
dropped
from
the
stern
,
where
it
always
hung
obedient
to
a
cunning
spring
;
but
no
hand
rose
to
seize
it
,
and
the
sun
having
long
beat
upon
this
cask
it
had
shrunken
,
so
that
it
slowly
filled
,
and
that
parched
wood
also
filled
at
its
every
pore
;
and
the
studded
iron-bound
cask
followed
the
sailor
to
the
bottom
,
as
if
to
yield
him
his
pillow
,
though
in
sooth
but
a
hard
one
.
And
thus
the
first
man
of
the
Pequod
that
mounted
the
mast
to
look
out
for
the
White
Whale
,
on
the
White
Whale
's
own
peculiar
ground
;
that
man
was
swallowed
up
in
the
deep
.
But
few
,
perhaps
,
thought
of
that
at
the
time
.
Indeed
,
in
some
sort
,
they
were
not
grieved
at
this
event
,
at
least
as
a
portent
;
for
they
regarded
it
,
not
as
a
fore-shadowing
of
evil
in
the
future
,
but
as
the
fulfilment
of
an
evil
already
presaged
.
They
declared
that
now
they
knew
the
reason
of
those
wild
shrieks
they
had
heard
the
night
before
.
But
again
the
old
Manxman
said
nay
.
The
lost
life-buoy
was
now
to
be
replaced
;
Starbuck
was
directed
to
see
to
it
;
but
as
no
cask
of
sufficient
lightness
could
be
found
,
and
as
in
the
feverish
eagerness
of
what
seemed
the
approaching
crisis
of
the
voyage
,
all
hands
were
impatient
of
any
toil
but
what
was
directly
connected
with
its
final
end
,
whatever
that
might
prove
to
be
;
therefore
,
they
were
going
to
leave
the
ship
's
stern
unprovided
with
a
buoy
,
when
by
certain
strange
signs
and
inuendoes
Queequeg
hinted
a
hint
concerning
his
coffin
.
"
A
life-buoy
of
a
coffin
!
"
cried
Starbuck
,
starting
.
"
Rather
queer
,
that
,
I
should
say
,
"
said
Stubb
.
"
It
will
make
a
good
enough
one
,
"
said
Flask
,
"
the
carpenter
here
can
arrange
it
easily
.
"
"
Bring
it
up
;
there
's
nothing
else
for
it
,
"
said
Starbuck
,
after
a
melancholy
pause
.
"
Rig
it
,
carpenter
;
do
not
look
at
me
so
--
the
coffin
,
I
mean
.
Dost
thou
hear
me
?
Rig
it
.
"
