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"
He
goes
aft
.
That
was
sudden
,
now
;
but
squalls
come
sudden
in
hot
latitudes
.
I
've
heard
that
the
Isle
of
Albermarle
,
one
of
the
Gallipagos
,
is
cut
by
the
Equator
right
in
the
middle
.
Seems
to
me
some
sort
of
Equator
cuts
yon
old
man
,
too
,
right
in
his
middle
.
He
's
always
under
the
Line
--
fiery
hot
,
I
tell
ye
!
He
's
looking
this
way
--
come
,
oakum
;
quick
.
Here
we
go
again
.
This
wooden
mallet
is
the
cork
,
and
I
'm
the
professor
of
musical
glasses
--
tap
,
tap
!
"
(
Ahab
to
himself
)
"
There
's
a
sight
!
There
's
a
sound
!
The
greyheaded
wood-pecker
tapping
the
hollow
tree
!
Blind
and
dumb
might
well
be
envied
now
.
See
!
that
thing
rests
on
two
line-tubs
,
full
of
tow-lines
A
most
malicious
wag
,
that
fellow
.
Rat-tat
!
So
man
's
seconds
tick
!
Oh
!
how
immaterial
are
all
materials
!
What
things
real
are
there
,
but
imponderable
thoughts
?
Here
now
's
the
very
dreaded
symbol
of
grim
death
,
by
a
mere
hap
,
made
the
expressive
sign
of
the
help
and
hope
of
most
endangered
life
.
A
life-buoy
of
a
coffin
!
Does
it
go
further
?
Can
it
be
that
in
some
spiritual
sense
the
coffin
is
,
after
all
,
but
an
immortality-preserver
!
I
'll
think
of
that
.
But
no
.
So
far
gone
am
I
in
the
dark
side
of
earth
,
that
its
other
side
,
the
theoretic
bright
one
,
seems
but
uncertain
twilight
to
me
.
Will
ye
never
have
done
,
Carpenter
,
with
that
accursed
sound
?
I
go
below
;
let
me
not
see
that
thing
here
when
I
return
again
.
Now
,
then
,
Pip
,
we
'll
talk
this
over
;
I
do
suck
most
wondrous
philosophies
from
thee
!
Some
unknown
worlds
must
empty
into
thee
!
"
Next
day
,
a
large
ship
,
the
Rachel
,
was
descried
,
bearing
directly
down
upon
the
Pequod
,
all
her
spars
thickly
clustering
with
men
.
At
the
time
the
Pequod
was
making
good
speed
through
the
water
;
but
as
the
broad-winged
windward
stranger
shot
nigh
to
her
,
the
boastful
sails
all
fell
together
as
blank
bladders
that
are
burst
,
and
all
life
fled
from
the
smitten
hull
.
"
Bad
news
;
she
brings
bad
news
,
"
muttered
the
old
Manxman
.
But
ere
her
commander
,
who
,
with
trumpet
to
mouth
,
stood
up
in
his
boat
;
ere
he
could
hopefully
hail
,
Ahab
's
voice
was
heard
.
"
Hast
seen
the
White
Whale
?
"
"
Aye
,
yesterday
.
Have
ye
seen
a
whale-boat
adrift
?
"
Throttling
his
joy
,
Ahab
negatively
answered
this
unexpected
question
;
and
would
then
have
fain
boarded
the
stranger
,
when
the
stranger
captain
himself
,
having
stopped
his
vessel
's
way
,
was
seen
descending
her
side
.
A
few
keen
pulls
,
and
his
boat-hook
soon
clinched
the
Pequod
's
main-chains
,
and
he
sprang
to
the
deck
.
Immediately
he
was
recognized
by
Ahab
for
a
Nantucketer
he
knew
.
But
no
formal
salutation
was
exchanged
.
"
Where
was
he
?
--
not
killed
!
--
not
killed
!
"
cried
Ahab
,
closely
advancing
.
