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Ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
ha
!
hem
!
clear
my
throat
!
--
I
've
been
thinking
over
it
ever
since
,
and
that
ha
,
ha
's
the
final
consequence
.
Why
so
?
Because
a
laugh
's
the
wisest
,
easiest
answer
to
all
that
's
queer
;
and
come
what
will
,
one
comfort
's
always
left
--
that
unfailing
comfort
is
,
it
's
all
predestinated
.
I
heard
not
all
his
talk
with
Starbuck
;
but
to
my
poor
eye
Starbuck
then
looked
something
as
I
the
other
evening
felt
.
Be
sure
the
old
Mogul
has
fixed
him
,
too
.
I
twigged
it
,
knew
it
;
had
the
gift
,
might
readily
have
prophesied
it
--
for
when
I
clapped
my
eye
upon
his
skull
I
saw
it
.
Well
,
Stubb
,
wise
Stubb
--
that
's
my
title
--
well
,
Stubb
,
what
of
it
,
Stubb
?
Here
's
a
carcase
.
I
know
not
all
that
may
be
coming
,
but
be
it
what
it
will
,
I
'll
go
to
it
laughing
.
Such
a
waggish
leering
as
lurks
in
all
your
horribles
!
I
feel
funny
.
Fa
,
la
!
lirra
,
skirra
!
What
's
my
juicy
little
pear
at
home
doing
now
?
Crying
its
eyes
out
?
--
Giving
a
party
to
the
last
arrived
harpooneers
,
I
dare
say
,
gay
as
a
frigate
's
pennant
,
and
so
am
I
--
fa
,
la
!
lirra
,
skirra
!
Oh
--
We
'll
drink
to-night
with
hearts
as
light
,
To
love
,
as
gay
and
fleeting
As
bubbles
that
swim
,
on
the
beaker
's
brim
,
And
break
on
the
lips
while
meeting
.
A
brave
stave
that
--
who
calls
?
Mr.
Starbuck
?
Aye
,
aye
,
sir
--
(
Aside
)
he
's
my
superior
,
he
has
his
too
,
if
I
'm
not
mistaken
.
--
Aye
,
aye
,
sir
,
just
through
with
this
job
--
coming
.
HARPOONEERS
AND
SAILORS
(
Foresail
rises
and
discovers
the
watch
standing
,
lounging
,
leaning
,
and
lying
in
various
attitudes
,
all
singing
in
chorus
.
)
Farewell
and
adieu
to
you
,
Spanish
ladies
!
Farewell
and
adieu
to
you
,
ladies
of
Spain
!
Our
captain
's
commanded
.
-
1ST
NANTUCKET
SAILOR
Oh
,
boys
,
do
n't
be
sentimental
.
it
's
bad
for
the
digestion
!
Take
a
tonic
,
follow
me
!
(
Sings
,
and
all
follow
)
Our
captain
stood
upon
the
deck
,
A
spy-glass
in
his
hand
,
A
viewing
of
those
gallant
whales
That
blew
at
every
strand
.
Oh
,
your
tubs
in
your
boats
,
my
boys
,
And
by
your
braces
stand
,
And
we
'll
have
one
of
those
fine
whales
,
Hand
,
boys
,
over
hand
!
So
,
be
cheery
,
my
lads
!
may
your
hearts
never
fail
!
While
the
bold
harpooneer
is
striking
the
whale
!
MATE
'S
VOICE
FROM
THE
QUARTER-DECK
Eight
bells
there
,
forward
!
