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The Pequod Meets The Virgin

           LookatthatYarman!Theshortandlongofitis,men,willyespitfireornot?"

           "Oh!seethesudshemakes!"criedFlask,dancingupanddown—"Whatahump—Oh,dopileonthebeef—layslikealog!Oh!mylads,dospring—slap-jacksandquahogsforsupper,youknow,mylads—bakedclamsandmuffins—ho,do,do,spring—he’sahundredbarreler—don’tlosehimnow—don’toh,don’t!—seethatYarman—Oh,won’tyepullforyourduff,mylads—suchasog!suchasogger!Don’tyelovesperm?Theregoesthreethousanddollars,men!—abank!—awholebank!ThebankofEngland!—Oh,do,do,do!—What’sthatYarmanaboutnow?"

           AtthismomentDerickwasintheactofpitchinghislamp-feederattheadvancingboats,andalsohisoil-can;perhapswiththedoubleviewofretardinghisrivals’way,andatthesametimeeconomicallyacceleratinghisownbythemomentaryimpetusofthebackwardtoss.

           "TheunmannerlyDutchdogger!"criedStubb."Pullnow,men,likefiftythousandline-of-battle-shiploadsofred-haireddevils.Whatd’yesay,Tashtego;areyouthemantosnapyourspineintwo-and-twentypiecesforthehonorofoldGayhead?Whatd’yesay?"

           "Isay,pulllikegod-dam,"—criedtheIndian.

           Fiercely,butevenlyincitedbythetauntsoftheGerman,thePequod’sthreeboatsnowbeganrangingalmostabreast;and,sodisposed,momentarilynearedhim.

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