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The Grand Armada

           "Oars!Oars!"heintenselywhispered,seizingthehelm—"gripeyouroars,andclutchyoursouls,now!MyGod,men,standby!Shovehimoff,youQueequegthewhalethere!prickhim!hithim!Standupstandup,andstayso!Springmenpull,men;nevermindtheirbacksscrapethem!scrapeaway!"

           Theboatwasnowallbutjammedbetweentwovastblackbulks,leavinganarrowDardanellesbetweentheirlonglengths.Butbydesperateendeavorweatlastshotintoatemporaryopening;thengivingwayrapidly,andatthesametimeearnestlywatchingforanotheroutlet.Aftermanysimilarhair-breadthescapes,weatlastswiftlyglidedintowhathadjustbeenoneoftheoutercircles,butnowcrossedbyrandomwhales,allviolentlymakingforonecentre.ThisluckysalvationwascheaplypurchasedbythelossofQueequeg’shat,who,whilestandinginthebowstoprickthefugitivewhales,hadhishattakencleanfromhisheadbytheair-eddymadebythesuddentossingofapairofbroadflukescloseby.

           Riotousanddisorderedastheuniversalcommotionnowwas,itsoonresolveditselfintowhatseemedasystematicmovement;forhavingclumpedtogetheratlastinonedensebody,theythenrenewedtheironwardflightwithaugmentedfleetness.Furtherpursuitwasuseless;buttheboatsstilllingeredintheirwaketopickupwhatdruggedwhalesmightbedroppedastern,andlikewisetosecureonewhichFlaskhadkilledandwaited

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