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The Chase — Third Day

           Oh!myGod!whatisthisthatshootsthroughme,andleavesmesodeadlycalm,yetexpectant—fixedatthetopofashudder!Futurethingsswimbeforeme,asinemptyoutlinesandskeletons;allthepastissomehowgrowndim.Mary,girl;thoufadestinpalegloriesbehindme;boy!Iseemtoseebutthyeyesgrownwondrousblue.Strangestproblemsoflifeseemclearing;butcloudssweepbetween—Ismyjourney’sendcoming?Mylegsfeelfaint;likehiswhohasfooteditallday.Feelthyheart—beatityet?Stirthyself,Starbuck!—staveitoff—move,move!speakaloud!—Mast-headthere!Seeyemyboy’shandonthehill?—Crazed;—aloftthere!—keepthykeenesteyeupontheboats:—markwellthewhale!—Ho!again!—driveoffthathawk!see!hepecks—hetearsthevane"—pointingtotheredflagflyingatthemain-truck—"Ha,hesoarsawaywithit!—Where’stheoldmannow?see’stthouthatsight,ohAhab!—shudder,shudder!"

           Theboatshadnotgoneveryfar,whenbyasignalfromthemast-heads—adownwardpointedarm,Ahabknewthatthewhalehadsounded;butintendingtobenearhimatthenextrising,heheldonhiswayalittlesidewaysfromthevessel;thebecharmedcrewmaintainingtheprofoundestsilence,asthehead-bentwaveshammeredandhammeredagainsttheopposingbow.

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