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At
last
,
passage
paid
,
and
luggage
safe
,
we
stood
on
board
the
schooner
.
Hoisting
sail
,
it
glided
down
the
Acushnet
river
.
On
one
side
,
New
Bedford
rose
in
terraces
of
streets
,
their
ice-covered
trees
all
glittering
in
the
clear
,
cold
air
.
Huge
hills
and
mountains
of
casks
on
casks
were
piled
upon
her
wharves
,
and
side
by
side
the
world-wandering
whale
ships
lay
silent
and
safely
moored
at
last
;
while
from
others
came
a
sound
of
carpenters
and
coopers
,
with
blended
noises
of
fires
and
forges
to
melt
the
pitch
,
all
betokening
that
new
cruises
were
on
the
start
;
that
one
most
perilous
and
long
voyage
ended
,
only
begins
a
second
;
and
a
second
ended
,
only
begins
a
third
,
and
so
on
,
for
ever
and
for
aye
.
Such
is
the
endlessness
,
yea
,
the
intolerableness
of
all
earthly
effort
.
Gaining
the
more
open
water
,
the
bracing
breeze
waxed
fresh
;
the
little
Moss
tossed
the
quick
foam
from
her
bows
,
as
a
young
colt
his
snortings
.
How
I
snuffed
that
Tartar
air
!
--
how
I
spurned
that
turnpike
earth
!
--
that
common
highway
all
over
dented
with
the
marks
of
slavish
heels
and
hoofs
;
and
turned
me
to
admire
the
magnanimity
of
the
sea
which
will
permit
no
records
.
At
the
same
foam-fountain
,
Queequeg
seemed
to
drink
and
reel
with
me
.
His
dusky
nostrils
swelled
apart
;
he
showed
his
filed
and
pointed
teeth
.
On
,
on
we
flew
,
and
our
offing
gained
,
the
Moss
did
homage
to
the
blast
;
ducked
and
dived
her
bows
as
a
slave
before
the
Sultan
.
Sideways
leaning
,
we
sideways
darted
;
every
ropeyarn
tingling
like
a
wire
;
the
two
tall
masts
buckling
like
Indian
canes
in
land
tornadoes
.
So
full
of
this
reeling
scene
were
we
,
as
we
stood
by
the
plunging
bowsprit
,
that
for
some
time
we
did
not
notice
the
jeering
glances
of
the
passengers
,
a
lubber-like
assembly
,
who
marvelled
that
two
fellow
beings
should
be
so
companionable
;
as
though
a
white
man
were
anything
more
dignified
than
a
whitewashed
negro
.
But
there
were
some
boobies
and
bumpkins
there
,
who
,
by
their
intense
greenness
,
must
have
come
from
the
heart
and
centre
of
all
verdure
.
Queequeg
caught
one
of
these
young
saplings
mimicking
him
behind
his
back
.
I
thought
the
bumpkin
's
hour
of
doom
was
come
.
Dropping
his
harpoon
,
the
brawny
savage
caught
him
in
his
arms
,
and
by
an
almost
miraculous
dexterity
and
strength
,
sent
him
high
up
bodily
into
the
air
;
then
slightly
tapping
his
stern
in
mid-somerset
,
the
fellow
landed
with
bursting
lungs
upon
his
feet
,
while
Queequeg
,
turning
his
back
upon
him
,
lighted
his
tomahawk
pipe
and
passed
it
to
me
for
a
puff
.
"
Capting
!
Capting
!
yelled
the
bumpkin
,
running
toward
that
officer
;
"
Capting
,
Capting
,
here
's
the
devil
.
"
"
Hallo
,
you
sir
,
"
cried
the
Captain
,
a
gaunt
rib
of
the
sea
,
stalking
up
to
Queequeg
,
"
what
in
thunder
do
you
mean
by
that
?
Do
n't
you
know
you
might
have
killed
that
chap
?
"
"
What
him
say
?
"
said
Queequeg
,
as
he
mildly
turned
to
me
.
"
He
say
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
you
came
near
kill-e
that
man
there
,
"
pointing
to
the
still
shivering
greenhorn
.
"
Kill-e
,
"
cried
Queequeg
,
twisting
his
tattooed
face
into
an
unearthly
expression
of
disdain
,
"
ah
!
him
bevy
small-e
fish-e
;
Queequeg
no
kill-e
so
small-e
fish-e
;
Queequeg
kill-e
big
whale
!
"
"
Look
you
,
"
roared
the
Captain
,
"
I
'll
kill-e
you
,
you
cannibal
,
if
you
try
any
more
of
your
tricks
aboard
here
;
so
mind
your
eye
.
"
