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The Quarter-Deck

           Ah!constrainingsseizethee;Isee!thebillowliftsthee!Speak,butspeak!Aye,aye!thysilence,then,thatvoicesthee.(Aside)Somethingshotfrommydilatednostrils,hehasinhaleditinhislungs.Starbucknowismine;cannotopposemenow,withoutrebellion."

           "Godkeepme!keepusall!"murmuredStarbuck,lowly.

           Butinhisjoyattheenchanted,tacitacquiescenceofthemate,Ahabdidnothearhisforebodinginvocation;noryetthelowlaughfromthehold;noryetthepresagingvibrationsofthewindsinthecordage;noryetthehollowflapofthesailsagainstthemasts,asforamomenttheirheartssankin.ForagainStarbuck’sdowncasteyeslightedupwiththestubbornnessoflife;thesubterraneanlaughdiedaway;thewindsblewon;thesailsfilledout;theshipheavedandrolledasbefore.Ah,yeadmonitionsandwarnings!whystayyenotwhenyecome?Butratherareyepredictionsthanwarnings,yeshadows!Yetnotsomuchpredictionsfromwithout,asverificationsofthefore-goingthingswithin.Forwithlittleexternaltoconstrainus,theinnermostnecessitiesinourbeing,thesestilldriveuson.

           "Themeasure!themeasure!"criedAhab.

           Receivingthebrimmingpewter,andturningtotheharpooneers,heorderedthemtoproducetheirweapons.Thenrangingthembeforehimnearthecapstan,withtheirharpoonsintheirhands,whilehisthreematesstoodathissidewiththeirlances,andtherestoftheship’scompanyformedacircleroundthegroup;hestoodforaninstantsearchinglyeyeingeverymanofhiscrew.

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