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"
Hast
killed
him
?
"
"
The
harpoon
is
not
yet
forged
that
ever
will
do
that
,
"
answered
the
other
,
sadly
glancing
upon
a
rounded
hammock
on
the
deck
,
whose
gathered
sides
some
noiseless
sailors
were
busy
in
sewing
together
.
"
Not
forged
!
"
and
snatching
Perth
's
levelled
iron
from
the
crotch
,
Ahab
held
it
out
,
exclaiming
--
"
Look
ye
,
Nantucketer
;
here
in
this
hand
I
hold
his
death
!
Tempered
in
blood
,
and
tempered
by
lightning
are
these
barbs
;
and
I
swear
to
temper
them
triply
in
that
hot
place
behind
the
fin
,
where
the
White
Whale
most
feels
his
accursed
life
!
"
"
Then
God
keep
thee
,
old
man
--
see
's
t
thou
that
"
--
pointing
to
the
hammock
--
"
I
bury
but
one
of
five
stout
men
,
who
were
alive
only
yesterday
;
but
were
dead
ere
night
Only
that
one
I
bury
;
the
rest
were
buried
before
they
died
;
you
sail
upon
their
tomb
.
"
Then
turning
to
his
crew
--
"
Are
ye
ready
there
?
place
the
plank
then
on
the
rail
,
and
lift
the
body
;
so
,
then
--
Oh
!
God
"
--
advancing
towards
the
hammock
with
uplifted
hands
--
"
may
the
resurrection
and
the
life
-
"
"
Brace
forward
!
Up
helm
!
"
cried
Ahab
like
lightning
to
his
men
.
But
the
suddenly
started
Pequod
was
not
quick
enough
to
escape
the
sound
of
the
splash
that
the
corpse
soon
made
as
it
struck
the
sea
;
not
so
quick
,
indeed
,
but
that
some
of
the
flying
bubbles
might
have
sprinkled
her
hull
with
their
ghostly
baptism
.
As
Ahab
now
glided
from
the
dejected
Delight
,
the
strange
life-buoy
hanging
at
the
Pequod
's
stern
came
into
conspicuous
relief
.
"
Ha
!
yonder
!
look
yonder
,
men
!
"
cried
a
foreboding
voice
in
her
wake
.
"
In
vain
,
oh
,
ye
strangers
,
ye
fly
our
sad
burial
;
ye
but
turn
us
your
taffrail
to
show
us
your
coffin
!
"
It
was
a
clear
steel-blue
day
.
The
firmaments
of
air
and
sea
were
hardly
separable
in
that
all-pervading
azure
;
only
,
the
pensive
air
was
transparently
pure
and
soft
,
with
a
woman
's
look
,
and
the
robust
and
man-like
sea
heaved
with
long
,
strong
,
lingering
swells
,
as
Samson
's
chest
in
his
sleep
.
