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The Mat-Maker

           Tobesurethesamesoundwasthatverymomentperhapsbeingheardallovertheseas,fromhundredsofwhalemen’slook-outsperchedashighintheair;butfromfewofthoselungscouldthataccustomedoldcryhavederivedsuchamarvellouscadenceasfromTashtegotheIndian’s.

           Ashestoodhoveringoveryouhalfsuspendedinair,sowildlyandeagerlypeeringtowardsthehorizon,youwouldhavethoughthimsomeprophetorseerbeholdingtheshadowsofFate,andbythosewildcriesannouncingtheircoming.

           "Theresheblows!there!there!there!sheblows!sheblows!"

           "Where-away?"

           "Onthelee-beam,abouttwomilesoff!aschoolofthem!"

           Instantlyallwascommotion.

           TheSpermWhaleblowsasaclockticks,withthesameundeviatingandreliableuniformity.Andtherebywhalemendistinguishthisfishfromothertribesofhisgenus.

           "Theregoflukes!"wasnowthecryfromTashtego;andthewhalesdisappeared.

           "Quick,steward!"criedAhab."Time!time!"

           Dough-Boyhurriedbelow,glancedatthewatch,andreportedtheexactminutetoAhab.

           Theshipwasnowkeptawayfromthewind,andshewentgentlyrollingbeforeit.Tashtegoreportingthatthewhaleshadgonedownheadingtoleeward,weconfidentlylookedtoseethemagaindirectlyinadvanceofourbows

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