Моби Дик

The Musket

           OhMary!Mary!boy!boy!boy!ButifIwaketheenottodeath,oldman,whocantelltowhatunsoundeddeepsStarbuck’sbodythisdayweekmaysink,withallthecrew!GreatGod,whereartThou?ShallI?shallI?Thewindhasgonedownandshifted,sir;theforeandmaintopsailsarereefedandset!sheheadshercourse."

           "Sternall!OhMobyDick,Iclutchthyheartatlast!"

           Suchwerethesoundsthatnowcamehurtlingfromouttheoldman’stormentedsleep,asifStarbuck’svoicehadcausedthelongdumbdreamtospeak.

           Theyetlevelledmusketshooklikeadrunkard’sarmagainstthepanel;Starbuckseemedwrestlingwithanangel,butturningfromthedoor,heplacedthedeath-tubeinitsrack,andlefttheplace.

           "He’stoosoundasleep,Mr.Stubb;gothoudown,andwakehim,andtellhim.Imustseetothedeckhere.Thouknow’stwhattosay."

           

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