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The Decanter

           AndthatfinegamIhad—long,verylongafteroldAhabtouchedherplankswithhisivoryheel—itmindsmeofthenoble,solid,Saxonhospitalityofthatship;andmaymyparsonforgetme,andthedevilrememberme,ifIeverlosesightofit.Flip?DidIsaywehadflip?Yes,andweflippeditattherateoftengallonsthehour;andwhenthesquallcame(forit’ssquallyofftherebyPatagonia),andallhands—visitorsandall—werecalledtoreeftopsails,weweresotop-heavythatwehadtoswingeachotheraloftinbowlines;andweignorantlyfurledtheskirtsofourjacketsintothesails,sothatwehungthere,reefedfastinthehowlinggale,awarningexampletoalldrunkentars.However,themastsdidnotgooverboard;andbyandbywescrambleddown,sosober,thatwehadtopasstheflipagain,thoughthesavagesaltsprayburstingdowntheforecastlescuttle,rathertoomuchdilutedandpickleditformytaste.

           Thebeefwasfine—tough,butwithbodyinit.Theysaiditwasbullbeef;others,thatitwasdromedarybeef;butIdonotknow,forcertain,howthatwas.Theyhaddumplingstoo;small,butsubstantial,symmetricallyglobular,andindestructibledumplings.Ifanciedthatyoucouldfeelthem,androllthemaboutinyouaftertheywereswallowed.Ifyoustoopedovertoofarforward,youriskedtheirpitchingoutofyoulikebilliard-balls.Thebread—butthatcouldn’tbehelped;besides,itwasananti-scorbutic,inshort,thebreadcontainedtheonlyfreshfaretheyhad.

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