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"
Oh
,
oh
,
oh
!
how
this
splinter
gores
me
now
!
Accursed
fate
!
that
the
unconquerable
captain
in
the
soul
should
have
such
a
craven
mate
!
"
"
Sir
?
"
"
My
body
,
man
,
not
thee
.
Give
me
something
for
a
cane
--
there
,
that
shivered
lance
will
do
.
Muster
the
men
.
Surely
I
have
not
seen
him
yet
.
By
heaven
it
can
not
be
!
-
missing
?
--
quick
!
call
them
all
.
"
The
old
man
's
hinted
thought
was
true
.
Upon
mustering
the
company
,
the
Parsee
was
not
there
.
"
The
Parsee
!
"
cried
Stubb
--
"
he
must
have
been
caught
in
-
"
"
The
black
vomit
wrench
thee
!
--
run
all
of
ye
above
,
alow
,
cabin
,
forecastle
--
find
him
--
not
gone
--
not
gone
!
"
But
quickly
they
returned
to
him
with
the
tidings
that
the
Parsee
was
nowhere
to
be
found
.
"
Aye
,
sir
,
"
said
Stubb
--
"
caught
among
the
tangles
of
your
line
--
I
thought
I
saw
him
dragging
under
.
"
"
My
line
!
my
line
?
Gone
?
--
gone
?
What
means
that
little
word
?
--
What
death-knell
rings
in
it
,
that
old
Ahab
shakes
as
if
he
were
the
belfry
.
The
harpoon
,
too
!
--
toss
over
the
litter
there
--
d'ye
see
it
?
--
the
forged
iron
,
men
,
the
white
whale
's
--
no
,
no
,
no
--
listered
fool
!
this
hand
did
dart
it
!
--
'
tis
in
the
fish
!
--
Aloft
there
!
Keep
him
nailed-Quick
!
--
all
hands
to
the
rigging
of
the
boats
--
collect
the
oars
--
harpooneers
!
the
irons
,
the
irons
!
--
hoist
royals
higher
--
a
pull
on
all
the
sheets
!
--
helm
there
!
steady
,
steady
for
your
life
!
I
'll
ten
times
girdle
the
unmeasured
globe
;
yea
and
dive
straight
through
it
,
but
I
'll
slay
him
yet
!
