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The Candles

           "What!howcanyouseebetterofadarknightthananybodyelse,nevermindhowfoolish?"

           "Here!"criedStarbuck,seizingStubbbytheshoulder,andpointinghishandtowardstheweatherbow,"markestthounotthatthegalecomesfromtheeastward,theverycourseAhabistorunforMobyDick?theverycourseheswungtothisdaynoon?nowmarkhisboatthere;whereisthatstove?Inthestern-sheets,man;whereheiswonttostandhisstand-pointisstove,man!Nowjumpoverboard,andsingaway,ifthoumust!

           "Idon’thalfunderstandye:what’sinthewind?"

           "Yes,yes,roundtheCapeofGoodHopeistheshortestwaytoNantucket,"soliloquizedStarbucksuddenly,heedlessofStubb’squestion."Thegalethatnowhammersatustostaveus,wecanturnitintoafairwindthatwilldriveustowardshome.Yonder,towindward,allisblacknessofdoom;buttoleeward,homewardIseeitlightensupthere;butnotwiththelightning."

           Atthatmomentinoneoftheintervalsofprofounddarkness,followingtheflashes,avoicewasheardathisside;andalmostatthesameinstantavolleyofthunderpealsrolledoverhead.

           "Who’sthere?"

           "OldThunder!"saidAhab,gropinghiswayalongthebulwarkstohispivot-hole;butsuddenlyfindinghispathmadeplaintohimbyelbowedlancesoffire.

           Now,asthelightningrodtoaspireonshoreisintendedtocarryofftheperilousfluidintothesoil;sothekindredrodwhichatseasomeshipscarrytoeachmast,isintendedtoconductitintothewater.

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