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The Forge

           Herearemyrazorsthebestofsteel;here,andmakethebarbssharpastheneedle-sleetoftheIcySea."

           Foramoment,theoldblacksmitheyedtherazorsasthoughhewouldfainnotusethem.

           "Takethem,man,Ihavenoneedforthem;forInowneithershave,sup,norpraytillbutheretowork!"

           Fashionedatlastintoanarrowyshape,andweldedbyPerthtotheshank,thesteelsoonpointedtheendoftheiron;andastheblacksmithwasaboutgivingthebarbstheirfinalheat,priortotemperingthem,hecriedtoAhabtoplacethewater-casknear.

           "No,nonowaterforthat;Iwantitofthetruedeath-temper.Ahoy,there!Tashtego,Queequeg,Daggoo!Whatsayye,pagans!Willyegivemeasmuchbloodaswillcoverthisbarb?"holdingithighup.Aclusterofdarknodsreplied,Yes.Threepuncturesweremadeintheheathenflesh,andtheWhiteWhale’sbarbswerethentempered.

           "Egononbaptizoteinnominepatris,sedinnominediaboli!"deliriouslyhowledAhab,asthemalignantironscorchinglydevouredthebaptismalblood.

           Now,musteringthesparepolesfrombelow,andselectingoneofhickory,withthebarkstillinvestingit,Ahabfittedtheendtothesocketoftheiron.Acoilofnewtow-linewasthenunwound,andsomefathomsofittakentothewindlass,andstretchedtoagreattension.Pressinghisfootuponit,tilltheropehummedlikeaharp-string,theneagerlybendingoverit,andseeingnostrandings,Ahabexclaimed,"Good!andnowfortheseizings"

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