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And
all
the
time
,
lo
!
that
smiling
sky
,
and
this
unsounded
sea
!
Look
!
see
yon
Albicore
!
who
put
it
into
him
to
chase
and
fang
that
flying-fish
?
Where
do
murderers
go
,
man
!
Who
's
to
doom
,
when
the
judge
himself
is
dragged
to
the
bar
?
But
it
is
a
mild
,
mild
wind
,
and
a
mild
looking
sky
;
and
the
airs
smells
now
,
as
if
it
blew
from
a
far-away
meadow
;
they
have
been
making
hay
somewhere
under
the
slopes
of
the
Andes
,
Starbuck
,
and
the
mowers
are
sleeping
among
the
new-mown
hay
.
Sleeping
?
Aye
,
toil
we
how
we
may
,
we
all
sleep
at
last
on
the
field
.
Sleep
?
Aye
,
and
rust
amid
greenness
;
as
last
year
's
scythes
flung
down
,
and
left
in
the
half-cut
swarths
--
Starbuck
!
"
But
blanched
to
a
corpse
's
hue
with
despair
,
the
Mate
had
stolen
away
.
Ahab
crossed
the
deck
to
gaze
over
on
the
other
side
;
but
started
at
two
reflected
,
fixed
eyes
in
the
water
there
,
Fedallah
was
motionlessly
leaning
over
the
same
rail
.
hat
night
,
in
the
mid-watch
when
the
old
man
--
as
his
wont
at
intervals
--
stepped
forth
from
the
scuttle
in
which
he
leaned
,
and
went
to
his
pivot-hole
,
he
suddenly
thrust
out
his
face
fiercely
,
snuffing
up
the
sea
air
as
a
sagacious
ship
's
dog
will
,
in
drawing
nigh
to
some
barbarous
isle
.
He
declared
that
a
whale
must
be
near
.
Soon
that
peculiar
odor
,
sometimes
to
a
great
distance
given
forth
by
the
living
sperm
whale
,
was
palpable
to
all
the
watch
;
nor
was
any
mariner
surprised
when
,
after
inspecting
the
compass
,
and
then
the
dog-vane
,
and
then
ascertaining
the
precise
bearing
of
the
odor
as
nearly
as
possible
,
Ahab
rapidly
ordered
the
ship
's
course
to
be
slightly
altered
,
and
the
sail
to
be
shortened
.
The
acute
policy
dictating
these
movements
was
sufficiently
vindicated
at
daybreak
,
by
the
sight
of
a
long
sleek
on
the
sea
directly
and
lengthwise
ahead
,
smooth
as
oil
,
and
resembling
in
the
pleated
watery
wrinkles
bordering
it
,
the
polished
metallic-like
marks
of
some
swift
tide-rip
,
at
the
mouth
of
a
deep
,
rapid
stream
.
"
Man
the
mast-heads
!
Call
all
hands
!
"
Thundering
with
the
butts
of
three
clubbed
handspikes
on
the
forecastle
deck
,
Daggoo
roused
the
sleepers
with
such
judgment
claps
that
they
seemed
to
exhale
from
the
scuttle
,
so
instantaneously
did
they
appear
with
their
clothes
in
their
hands
.
"
What
d'ye
see
?
"
cried
Ahab
,
flattening
his
face
to
the
sky
.
"
Nothing
,
nothing
sir
!
"
was
the
sound
hailing
down
in
reply
.
"
T'gallant
sails
!
--
stunsails
!
alow
and
aloft
,
and
on
both
sides
!
"
