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Queequeg in His Coffin

           "Ihaveheard,"murmuredStarbuck,gazingdownthescuttle,"thatinviolentfevers,men,allignorance,havetalkedinancienttongues;andthatwhenthemysteryisprobed,itturnsoutalwaysthatintheirwhollyforgottenchildhoodthoseancienttongueshadbeenreallyspokenintheirhearingbysomeloftyscholars.So,tomyfondfaith,poorPip,inthisstrangesweetnessofhislunacy,bringsheavenlyvouchersofallourheavenlyhomes.Wherelearnedhethat,butthere?—Hark!hespeaksagain;butmorewildlynow."

           "Formtwoandtwo!Let’smakeaGeneralofhim!Ho,where’shisharpoon?Layitacrosshere.—Rig-a-dig,dig,dig!huzza!Ohforagamecocknowtosituponhisheadandcrow!Queequegdiesgame!—mindyethat;Queequegdiesgame!—takeyegoodheedofthat;Queequegdiesgame!Isay;game,game,game!butbaselittlePip,hediedacoward;diedalla’shiver;—outuponPip!Harkye;ifyefindPip,tellalltheAntilleshe’sarunaway;acoward,acoward,acoward!Tellthemhejumpedfromawhale-boat!I’dneverbeatmytambourineoverbasePip,andhailhimGeneral,ifhewereoncemoredyinghere.No,no!shameuponallcowards—shameuponthem!Let’emgodrownlikePip,thatjumpedfromawhale-boat.Shame!shame!"

           Duringallthis,Queequeglaywithclosedeyes,asifinadream.Pipwasledaway,andthesickmanwasreplacedinhishammock.

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