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The Chase — Second Day

           Theharpoon,too!tossoverthelitterthered’yeseeit?theforgediron,men,thewhitewhale’sno,no,nolisteredfool!thishanddiddartit!—‘tisinthefish!Aloftthere!Keephimnailed-Quick!allhandstotheriggingoftheboatscollecttheoarsharpooneers!theirons,theirons!hoistroyalshigherapullonallthesheets!helmthere!steady,steadyforyourlife!I’lltentimesgirdletheunmeasuredglobe;yeaanddivestraightthroughit,butI’llslayhimyet!

           "GreatGod!butforonesingleinstantshowthyself,"criedStarbuck;"never,neverwiltthoucapturehim,oldmanInJesus’namenomoreofthis,that’sworsethandevil’smadness.Twodayschased;twicestovetosplinters;thyverylegoncemoresnatchedfromunderthee;thyevilshadowgoneallgoodangelsmobbingtheewithwarnings:—whatmorewouldstthouhave?Shallwekeepchasingthismurderousfishtillheswampsthelastman?Shallwebedraggedbyhimtothebottomofthesea?Shallwebetowedbyhimtotheinfernalworld?Oh,ohImpietyandblasphemytohunthimmore!"

           "Starbuck,oflateI’vefeltstrangelymovedtothee;eversincethathourwebothsawthouknow’stwhat,inoneanother’seyes.Butinthismatterofthewhale,bethefrontofthyfacetomeasthepalmofthishandalipless,unfeaturedblank.AhabisforeverAhab,man.Thiswholeact’simmutablydecreed.‘Twasrehearsedbytheeandmeabillionyearsbeforethisoceanrolled.

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