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The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud

           Fineday,ain’tit?Airrathergardenny,Ishouldsay;throwusabunchofposies,willye,Bouton-de-Rose?"

           "Whatinthedevil’snamedoyouwanthere?"roaredtheGuernseyman,flyingintoasuddenpassion.

           "Oh!keepcoolcool?yes,that’stheword!whydon’tyoupackthosewhalesinicewhileyou’reworkingat‘em?Butjokingaside,though;doyouknow,Rose-bud,thatit’sallnonsensetryingtogetanyoiloutofsuchwhales?Asforthatdriedupone,there,hehasn’tagillinhiswholecarcase."

           "Iknowthatwellenough;but,d’yesee,theCaptainherewon’tbelieveit;thisishisfirstvoyage;hewasaColognemanufacturerbefore.Butcomeaboard,andmayhaphe’llbelieveyou,ifhewon’tme;andsoI’llgetoutofthisdirtyscrape."

           "Anythingtoobligeye,mysweetandpleasantfellow,"rejoinedStubb,andwiththathesoonmountedtothedeck.Thereaqueerscenepresenteditself.Thesailors,intasselledcapsofredworsted,weregettingtheheavytacklesinreadinessforthewhales.Buttheyworkedratherslowandtalkedveryfast,andseemedinanythingbutagoodhumor.Alltheirnosesupwardlyprojectedfromtheirfaceslikesomanyjibbooms.Nowandthenpairsofthemwoulddroptheirwork,andrunuptothemast-headtogetsomefreshair.Somethinkingtheywouldcatchtheplague,dippedoakumincoal-tar,andatintervalsheldittotheirnostrils.

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