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"
And
shall
I
nail
down
the
lid
,
sir
?
"
moving
his
hand
as
with
a
hammer
.
"
Aye
.
"
"
And
shall
I
caulk
the
seams
,
sir
?
"
moving
his
hand
as
with
a
caulking-iron
.
"
Aye
.
"
"
And
shall
I
then
pay
over
the
same
with
pitch
,
sir
?
"
moving
his
hand
as
with
a
pitch-pot
.
"
Away
!
what
possesses
thee
to
this
?
Make
a
life-buoy
of
the
coffin
,
and
no
more
.
--
Mr.
Stubb
,
Mr.
Flask
,
come
forward
with
me
.
"
"
He
goes
off
in
a
huff
.
The
whole
he
can
endure
;
at
the
parts
he
baulks
.
Now
I
do
n't
like
this
.
I
make
a
leg
for
Captain
Ahab
,
and
he
wears
it
like
a
gentleman
;
but
I
make
a
bandbox
for
Queequeg
,
and
he
wo
n't
put
his
head
into
it
.
Are
all
my
pains
to
go
for
nothing
with
that
coffin
?
And
now
I
'm
ordered
to
make
a
life-buoy
of
it
.
It
's
like
turning
an
old
coat
;
going
to
bring
the
flesh
on
the
other
side
now
.
I
do
n't
like
this
cobbling
sort
of
business
--
I
do
n't
like
it
at
all
;
it
's
undignified
;
it
's
not
my
place
.
Let
tinkers
'
brats
do
tinkerings
;
we
are
their
betters
.
I
like
to
take
in
hand
none
but
clean
,
virgin
,
fair-and-square
mathematical
jobs
,
something
that
regularly
begins
at
the
beginning
,
and
is
at
the
middle
when
midway
,
and
comes
to
an
end
at
the
conclusion
;
not
a
cobbler
's
job
,
that
's
at
an
end
in
the
middle
,
and
at
the
beginning
at
the
end
.
It
's
the
old
woman
's
tricks
to
be
giving
cobbling
jobs
.
Lord
!
what
an
affection
all
old
women
have
for
tinkers
.
I
know
an
old
woman
of
sixty-five
who
ran
away
with
a
bald-headed
young
tinker
once
.
And
that
's
the
reason
I
never
would
work
for
lonely
widow
old
women
ashore
when
I
kept
my
job-shop
in
the
Vineyard
;
they
might
have
taken
into
their
lonely
old
heads
to
run
off
with
me
.
But
heigh-ho
!
there
are
no
caps
at
sea
but
snow-caps
.
Let
me
see
.
Nail
down
the
lid
;
caulk
the
seams
;
pay
over
the
same
with
pitch
;
batten
them
down
tight
,
and
hang
it
with
the
snap-spring
over
the
ship
's
stern
.
Were
ever
such
things
done
before
with
a
coffin
?
Some
superstitious
old
carpenters
,
now
,
would
be
tied
up
in
rigging
,
ere
they
would
do
the
job
.
But
I
'm
made
of
knotty
Aroostook
hemlock
;
I
do
n't
budge
.
Cruppered
with
a
coffin
!
Sailing
about
with
a
grave-yard
tray
!
But
never
mind
.
We
workers
in
woods
make
bridal
bedsteads
and
card-tables
,
as
well
as
coffins
and
hearses
.
We
work
by
the
month
,
or
by
the
job
,
or
by
the
profit
;
not
for
us
to
ask
the
why
and
wherefore
of
our
work
,
unless
it
be
too
confounded
cobbling
,
and
then
we
stash
it
if
we
can
.
Hem
!
I
'll
do
the
job
,
now
,
tenderly
.
I
'll
have
me
--
let
's
see
--
how
many
in
the
ship
's
company
,
all
told
?
But
I
've
forgotten
.
Any
way
,
I
'll
have
me
thirty
separate
,
Turk
's
-
headed
life-lines
,
each
three
feet
long
hanging
all
round
to
the
coffin
Then
,
if
the
hull
go
down
,
there
'll
be
thirty
lively
fellows
all
fighting
for
one
coffin
,
a
sight
not
seen
very
often
beneath
the
sun
!
Come
hammer
,
caulking-iron
,
pitch-pot
,
and
marling-spike
!
Let
's
to
it
.
"
The
coffin
laid
upon
two
line-tubs
,
between
the
vice-bench
and
the
open
hatchway
;
the
Carpenter
caulking
its
seams
;
the
string
of
twisted
oakum
slowly
unwinding
from
a
large
roll
of
it
placed
in
the
bosom
of
his
frock
.
--
Ahab
comes
slowly
from
the
cabin-gangway
,
and
hears
Pip
following
him
.
