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The Chase — Third Day

           Oh!myGod!whatisthisthatshootsthroughme,andleavesmesodeadlycalm,yetexpectantfixedatthetopofashudder!Futurethingsswimbeforeme,asinemptyoutlinesandskeletons;allthepastissomehowgrowndim.Mary,girl;thoufadestinpalegloriesbehindme;boy!Iseemtoseebutthyeyesgrownwondrousblue.Strangestproblemsoflifeseemclearing;butcloudssweepbetweenIsmyjourney’sendcoming?Mylegsfeelfaint;likehiswhohasfooteditallday.Feelthyheartbeatityet?Stirthyself,Starbuck!staveitoffmove,move!speakaloud!Mast-headthere!Seeyemyboy’shandonthehill?Crazed;aloftthere!keepthykeenesteyeupontheboats:—markwellthewhale!Ho!again!driveoffthathawk!see!hepeckshetearsthevane"—pointingtotheredflagflyingatthemain-truck—"Ha,hesoarsawaywithit!Where’stheoldmannow?see’stthouthatsight,ohAhab!shudder,shudder!"

           Theboatshadnotgoneveryfar,whenbyasignalfromthemast-headsadownwardpointedarm,Ahabknewthatthewhalehadsounded;butintendingtobenearhimatthenextrising,heheldonhiswayalittlesidewaysfromthevessel;thebecharmedcrewmaintainingtheprofoundestsilence,asthehead-bentwaveshammeredandhammeredagainsttheopposingbow.

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