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"
Some
men
die
at
ebb
tide
;
some
at
low
water
;
some
at
the
full
of
the
flood
;
--
and
I
feel
now
like
a
billow
that
's
all
one
crested
comb
,
Starbuck
.
I
am
old
;
--
shake
hands
with
me
,
man
.
"
Their
hands
met
;
their
eyes
fastened
;
Starbuck
's
tears
the
glue
.
"
Oh
,
my
captain
,
my
captain
!
--
noble
heart
--
go
not
--
go
not
!
--
see
,
it
's
a
brave
man
that
weeps
;
how
great
the
agony
of
the
persuasion
then
!
"
"
Lower
away
!
"
-
cried
Ahab
,
tossing
the
mate
's
arm
from
him
.
"
Stand
by
for
the
crew
!
"
In
an
instant
the
boat
was
pulling
round
close
under
the
stern
.
"
The
sharks
!
the
sharks
!
"
cried
a
voice
from
the
low
cabin-window
there
;
"
O
master
,
my
master
,
come
back
!
"
But
Ahab
heard
nothing
;
for
his
own
voice
was
high-lifted
then
;
and
the
boat
leaped
on
.
Yet
the
voice
spake
true
;
for
scarce
had
he
pushed
from
the
ship
,
when
numbers
of
sharks
,
seemingly
rising
from
out
the
dark
waters
beneath
the
hull
,
maliciously
snapped
at
the
blades
of
the
oars
,
every
time
they
dipped
in
the
water
;
and
in
this
way
accompanied
the
boat
with
their
bites
.
It
is
a
thing
not
uncommonly
happening
to
the
whale-boats
in
those
swarming
seas
;
the
sharks
at
times
apparently
following
them
in
the
same
prescient
way
that
vultures
hover
over
the
banners
of
marching
regiments
in
the
east
.
But
these
were
the
first
sharks
that
had
been
observed
by
the
Pequod
since
the
White
Whale
had
been
first
descried
;
and
whether
it
was
that
Ahab
's
crew
were
all
such
tiger-yellow
barbarians
,
and
therefore
their
flesh
more
musky
to
the
senses
of
the
sharks
--
a
matter
sometimes
well
known
to
affect
them
--
however
it
was
,
they
seemed
to
follow
that
one
boat
without
molesting
the
others
.
"
Heart
of
wrought
steel
!
"
murmured
Starbuck
gazing
over
the
side
,
and
following
with
his
eyes
the
receding
boat
--
"
canst
thou
yet
ring
boldly
to
that
sight
?
--
lowering
thy
keel
among
ravening
sharks
,
and
followed
by
them
,
open-mouthed
to
the
chase
;
and
this
the
critical
third
day
?
--
For
when
three
days
flow
together
in
one
continuous
intense
pursuit
;
be
sure
the
first
is
the
morning
,
the
second
the
noon
,
and
the
third
the
evening
and
the
end
of
that
thing
--
be
that
end
what
it
may
.
Oh
!
my
God
!
what
is
this
that
shoots
through
me
,
and
leaves
me
so
deadly
calm
,
yet
expectant
--
fixed
at
the
top
of
a
shudder
!
Future
things
swim
before
me
,
as
in
empty
outlines
and
skeletons
;
all
the
past
is
somehow
grown
dim
.
Mary
,
girl
;
thou
fadest
in
pale
glories
behind
me
;
boy
!
I
seem
to
see
but
thy
eyes
grown
wondrous
blue
.
Strangest
problems
of
life
seem
clearing
;
but
clouds
sweep
between
--
Is
my
journey
's
end
coming
?
My
legs
feel
faint
;
like
his
who
has
footed
it
all
day
.
Feel
thy
heart
--
beat
it
yet
?
Stir
thyself
,
Starbuck
!
--
stave
it
off
--
move
,
move
!
speak
aloud
!
--
Mast-head
there
!
See
ye
my
boy
's
hand
on
the
hill
?
--
Crazed
;
--
aloft
there
!
--
keep
thy
keenest
eye
upon
the
boats
:
--
mark
well
the
whale
!
--
Ho
!
again
!
--
drive
off
that
hawk
!
see
!
he
pecks
--
he
tears
the
vane
"
--
pointing
to
the
red
flag
flying
at
the
main-truck
--
"
Ha
,
he
soars
away
with
it
!
--
Where
's
the
old
man
now
?
see
's
t
thou
that
sight
,
oh
Ahab
!
--
shudder
,
shudder
!
"
