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The Candles

           Butasthisconductormustdescendtoconsiderabledepth,thatitsendmayavoidallcontactwiththehull;andasmoreover,ifkeptconstantlytowingthere,itwouldbeliabletomanymishaps,besidesinterferingnotalittlewithsomeoftherigging,andmoreorlessimpedingthevessel’swayinthewater;becauseofallthis,thelowerpartsofaship’slightning-rodsarenotalwaysoverboard;butaregenerallymadeinlongslenderlinks,soastobethemorereadilyhauledupintothechainsoutside,orthrowndownintothesea,asoccasionmayrequire.

           "Therods!therods!"criedStarbucktothecrew,suddenlyadmonishedtovigilancebythevividlightningthathadjustbeendartingflambeaux,tolightAhabtohispost."Aretheyoverboard?dropthemover,foreandaft.Quick!"

           "Avast!"criedAhab;"let’shavefairplayhere,thoughwebetheweakerside.YetI’llcontributetoraiserodsontheHimmalehsandAndes,thatalltheworldmaybesecured;butoutonprivileges!Letthembe,sir."

           "Lookaloft!"criedStarbuck."Thecorpusants!thecorpusants!

           Alltheyard-armsweretippedwithapallidfire;andtouchedateachtri-pointedlightning-rod-endwiththreetaperingwhiteflames,eachofthethreetallmastswassilentlyburninginthatsulphurousair,likethreegiganticwaxtapersbeforeanaltar.

           "Blasttheboat!letitgo!"criedStubbatthisinstant,asaswashingseaheavedupunderhisownlittlecraftsothatitsgunwaleviolentlyjammedhishand,ashewaspassingalashing.

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