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Back
lad
;
I
will
be
with
ye
again
presently
.
He
goes
!
Not
this
hand
complies
with
my
humor
more
genially
than
that
boy
.
--
Middle
aisle
of
a
church
!
What
's
here
?
"
"
Life-buoy
,
sir
.
Mr.
Starbuck
's
orders
.
Oh
,
look
,
sir
!
Beware
the
hatchway
!
"
"
Thank
ye
,
man
.
Thy
coffin
lies
handy
to
the
vault
.
"
"
Sir
?
The
hatchway
?
oh
!
So
it
does
,
sir
,
so
it
does
.
"
"
Art
not
thou
the
leg-maker
?
Look
,
did
not
this
stump
come
from
thy
shop
?
"
"
I
believe
it
did
,
sir
;
does
the
ferrule
stand
,
sir
?
"
"
Well
enough
.
But
art
thou
not
also
the
undertaker
?
"
"
Aye
,
sir
;
I
patched
up
this
thing
here
as
a
coffin
for
Queequeg
;
but
they
've
set
me
now
to
turning
it
into
something
else
.
"
"
Then
tell
me
;
art
thou
not
an
arrant
,
all-grasping
,
intermeddling
,
monopolizing
,
heathenish
old
scamp
,
to
be
one
day
making
legs
,
and
the
next
day
coffins
to
clap
them
in
,
and
yet
again
life-buoys
out
of
those
same
coffins
?
Thou
art
as
unprincipled
as
the
gods
,
and
as
much
of
a
jack-of-all-trades
.
"
"
But
I
do
not
mean
anything
,
sir
.
I
do
as
I
do
.
"
