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The
sails
shake
!
Stand
over
that
helmsman
with
a
top-maul
!
So
,
so
;
he
travels
fast
,
and
I
must
down
.
But
let
me
have
one
more
good
round
look
aloft
here
at
the
sea
;
there
's
time
for
that
.
An
old
,
old
sight
,
and
yet
somehow
so
young
;
aye
,
and
not
changed
a
wink
since
I
first
saw
it
,
a
boy
,
from
the
sand-hills
of
Nantucket
!
The
same
--
the
same
!
--
the
same
to
Noah
as
to
me
.
There
's
a
soft
shower
to
leeward
.
Such
lovely
leewardings
!
They
must
lead
somewhere
--
to
something
else
than
common
land
,
more
palmy
than
the
palms
.
Leeward
!
the
white
whale
goes
that
way
;
look
to
windward
,
then
;
the
better
if
the
bitterer
quarter
.
But
good
bye
,
good
bye
,
old
mast-head
!
What
's
this
?
--
green
?
aye
,
tiny
mosses
in
these
warped
cracks
.
No
such
green
weather
stains
on
Ahab
's
head
!
There
's
the
difference
now
between
man
's
old
age
and
matter
's
.
But
aye
,
old
mast
,
we
both
grow
old
together
;
sound
in
our
hulls
,
though
are
we
not
,
my
ship
?
Aye
,
minus
a
leg
,
that
's
all
.
By
heaven
this
dead
wood
has
the
better
of
my
live
flesh
every
way
.
I
ca
n't
compare
with
it
;
and
I
've
known
some
ships
made
of
dead
trees
outlast
the
lives
of
men
made
of
the
most
vital
stuff
of
vital
fathers
.
What
's
that
he
said
?
he
should
still
go
before
me
,
my
pilot
;
and
yet
to
be
seen
again
?
But
where
?
Will
I
have
eyes
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
,
supposing
I
descend
those
endless
stairs
?
and
all
night
I
've
been
sailing
from
him
,
wherever
he
did
sink
to
.
Aye
,
aye
,
like
many
more
thou
toldist
direful
truth
as
touching
thyself
,
O
Parsee
;
but
,
Ahab
,
there
thy
shot
fell
short
.
Good
bye
,
mast-head
--
keep
a
good
eye
upon
the
whale
,
the
while
I
'm
gone
.
We
'll
talk
to-morrow
,
nay
,
to-night
,
when
the
white
whale
lies
down
there
,
tied
by
head
and
tail
.
"
He
gave
the
word
;
and
still
gazing
round
him
,
was
steadily
lowered
through
the
cloven
blue
air
to
the
deck
.
In
due
time
the
boats
were
lowered
;
but
as
standing
in
his
shallop
's
stern
,
Ahab
just
hovered
upon
the
point
of
the
descent
,
he
waved
to
the
mate
--
who
held
one
of
the
tackle
--
ropes
on
deck
--
and
bade
him
pause
.
"
Starbuck
!
"
"
Sir
?
"
"
For
the
third
time
my
soul
's
ship
starts
upon
this
voyage
,
Starbuck
.
"
"
Aye
,
sir
,
thou
wilt
have
it
so
.
"
"
Some
ships
sail
from
their
ports
,
and
ever
afterwards
are
missing
,
Starbuck
!
"
"
Truth
,
sir
:
saddest
truth
.
"
