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The Prophet

           Morningtoye,shipmates,morning;theineffableheavensblessye;I’msorryIstoppedye."

           "Lookhere,friend,"saidI,"ifyouhaveanythingimportanttotellus,outwithit;butifyouareonlytryingtobamboozleus,youaremistakeninyourgame;that’sallIhavetosay."

           "Andit’ssaidverywell,andIliketohearachaptalkupthatway;youarejustthemanforhimthelikesofye.Morningtoye,shipmates,morning!Oh!whenyegetthere,tell‘emI’veconcludednottomakeoneof‘em."

           "Ah,mydearfellow,youcan’tfoolusthatwayyoucan’tfoolus.Itistheeasiestthingintheworldforamantolookasifhehadagreatsecretinhim."

           "Morningtoye,shipmates,morning."

           "Morningitis,"saidI."Comealong,Queequeg,let’sleavethiscrazyman.Butstop,tellmeyourname,willyou?"

           "Elijah."

           Elijah!thoughtI,andwewalkedaway,bothcommenting,aftereachother’sfashion,uponthisraggedoldsailor;andagreedthathewasnothingbutahumbug,tryingtobeabugbear.Butwehadnotgoneperhapsaboveahundredyards,whenchancingtoturnacorner,andlookingbackasIdidso,whoshouldbeseenbutElijahfollowingus,thoughatadistance.Somehow,thesightofhimstruckmeso,thatIsaidnothingtoQueequegofhisbeingbehind,butpassedonwithmycomrade,anxioustoseewhetherthestrangerwouldturnthesamecornerthatwedid.

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