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The Chase — Third Day

           Thesailsshake!Standoverthathelmsmanwithatop-maul!So,so;hetravelsfast,andImustdown.Butletmehaveonemoregoodroundlookalofthereatthesea;there’stimeforthat.Anold,oldsight,andyetsomehowsoyoung;aye,andnotchangedawinksinceIfirstsawit,aboy,fromthesand-hillsofNantucket!Thesamethesame!thesametoNoahastome.There’sasoftshowertoleeward.Suchlovelyleewardings!Theymustleadsomewheretosomethingelsethancommonland,morepalmythanthepalms.Leeward!thewhitewhalegoesthatway;looktowindward,then;thebetterifthebittererquarter.Butgoodbye,goodbye,oldmast-head!What’sthis?green?aye,tinymossesinthesewarpedcracks.NosuchgreenweatherstainsonAhab’shead!There’sthedifferencenowbetweenman’soldageandmatter’s.Butaye,oldmast,webothgrowoldtogether;soundinourhulls,thougharewenot,myship?Aye,minusaleg,that’sall.Byheaventhisdeadwoodhasthebetterofmyliveflesheveryway.Ican’tcomparewithit;andI’veknownsomeshipsmadeofdeadtreesoutlastthelivesofmenmadeofthemostvitalstuffofvitalfathers.What’sthathesaid?heshouldstillgobeforeme,mypilot;andyettobeseenagain?Butwhere?WillIhaveeyesatthebottomofthesea,supposingIdescendthoseendlessstairs?andallnightI’vebeensailingfromhim,whereverhedidsinkto.Aye,aye,likemanymorethoutoldistdirefultruthastouchingthyself,OParsee;but,Ahab,therethyshotfellshort.

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