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The Log and Line

           TheManxmantookthereel,andholdingithighup,bytheprojectinghandle-endsofthespindle,roundwhichthespooloflinerevolved,sostoodwiththeangularloghangingdownwards,tillAhabadvancedtohim.

           Ahabstoodbeforehim,andwaslightlyunwindingsomethirtyorfortyturnstoformapreliminaryhand-coiltotossoverboard,whentheoldManxman,whowasintentlyeyeingbothhimandtheline,madeboldtospeak.

           "Sir,Imistrustit;thislinelooksfargone,longheatandwethavespoiledit."

           "’Twillhold,oldgentleman.Longheatandwet,havetheyspoiledthee?Thouseem’sttohold.Oh,truerperhaps,lifeholdsthee;notthouit."

           "Iholdthespool,sir.Butjustasmycaptainsays.Withthesegreyhairsofmine‘tisnotworthwhiledisputing,‘speciallywithasuperior,who’llne’erconfess."

           "What’sthat?therenow’sapatchedprofessorinQueenNature’sgranite-foundedCollege;butmethinkshe’stoosubservient.Wherewertthouborn?"

           "InthelittlerockyIsleofMan,sir."

           "Excellent!Thou’sthittheworldbythat."

           "Iknownot,sir,butIwasbornthere."

           "IntheIsleofMan,hey?Well,theotherway,it’sgood.Here’samanfromMan;amanborninonceindependentMan,andnowunmannedofMan;whichissuckedinbywhat?Upwiththereel!Thedead,blindwallbuttsallinquiringheadsatlast.Upwithit!So."

           Thelogwasheaved.Theloosecoilsrapidlystraightenedoutinalongdragginglineastern,andthen,instantly,thereelbegantowhirl.

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