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"Dead to leeward, sir." "Up helm, then; pile on the sail again, ship keepers! down the rest of the spare boats and rig them Mr. Starbuck away, and muster the boat's crews." "Let me first help thee towards the bulwarks, sir." "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.
"Don't ye be too sure he ain't," said Uncle Jim Starbuck gloomily. "Ye'll find that some blamed woman is at the bottom of this yer 'family' gathering. That and trouble ez almost all they're made for!" There happened to be some truth in this dark prophecy, but none of the kind that the misogynist supposed. In fact, Spindler had called a few evenings before at the house of the Rev. Mr.
"The rods! the rods!" cried Starbuck to the crew, suddenly admonished to vigilance by the vivid lightning that had just been darting flambeaux, to light Ahab to his post. "Are they overboard? drop them over, fore and aft. Quick!" "Avast!" cried Ahab; "let's have fair play here, though we be the weaker side.
The crew, man, the crew! Are they not one and all with Ahab, in this matter of the whale? See Stubb! he laughs! See yonder Chilian! he snorts to think of it. Stand up amid the general hurricane, thy one tost sapling cannot, Starbuck! And what is it? Reckon it. 'Tis but to help strike a fin; no wondrous feat for Starbuck. What is it more?
Starbuck, mind that cooper don't waste the spare staves. Oh! the sail-needles are in the green locker. Don't whale it too much a' Lord's days, men; but don't miss a fair chance either, that's rejecting Heaven's good gifts. Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. Good-bye, good-bye!
"Yes, the widow Doxey and old John Towson. This is good meat, brother Starbuck smoked with hickory wood, I reckon." "Yes, hick'ry an' sass'frass. I reckon you pick up a good many weddin's along about this time of the year." "Well, a pretty fair sprinkling." "So Miz Doxey finally cotch old John," said Jasper and his wife declared she wouldn't make light of it. "Light of it?
"It was not me," cried Dough-Boy, "it was Aunt Charity that brought the ginger on board; and bade me never give the harpooneers any spirits, but only this ginger-jub so she called it." "Ginger-jub! you gingerly rascal! take that! and run along with ye to the lockers, and get something better. I hope I do no wrong, Mr. Starbuck. It is the captain's orders grog for the harpooneer on a whale."
The day was nearly done; only the hem of his golden robe was rustling. Soon it was almost dark, but the look-out men still remained unset. "Can't see the spout now, sir; too dark" cried a voice from the air. "How heading when last seen?" "As before, sir, straight to leeward." "Good! he will travel slower now 'tis night. Down royals and top-gallant stunsails, Mr. Starbuck.
He's too far off to lower yet, Mr. Starbuck. 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!
Starbuck approaching him. We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. The band is working loose and the lee lift is half-stranded. Shall I strike it, sir?" "Strike nothing; lash it. If I had sky-sail poles, I'd sway them up now." "Sir! in God's name! sir?" "Well." "The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get them inboard?" "Strike nothing, and stir nothing but lash everything.
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