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The Chase — Third Day

           Goodbye,mast-headkeepagoodeyeuponthewhale,thewhileI’mgone.We’lltalkto-morrow,nay,to-night,whenthewhitewhaleliesdownthere,tiedbyheadandtail."

           Hegavetheword;andstillgazingroundhim,wassteadilyloweredthroughtheclovenblueairtothedeck.

           Induetimetheboatswerelowered;butasstandinginhisshallop’sstern,Ahabjusthovereduponthepointofthedescent,hewavedtothematewhoheldoneofthetackleropesondeckandbadehimpause.

           "Starbuck!"

           "Sir?"

           "Forthethirdtimemysoul’sshipstartsuponthisvoyage,Starbuck."

           "Aye,sir,thouwilthaveitso."

           "Someshipssailfromtheirports,andeverafterwardsaremissing,Starbuck!"

           "Truth,sir:saddesttruth."

           "Somemendieatebbtide;someatlowwater;someatthefulloftheflood;andIfeelnowlikeabillowthat’sallonecrestedcomb,Starbuck.Iamold;shakehandswithme,man."

           Theirhandsmet;theireyesfastened;Starbuck’stearstheglue.

           "Oh,mycaptain,mycaptain!nobleheartgonotgonot!see,it’sabravemanthatweeps;howgreattheagonyofthepersuasionthen!"

           "Loweraway!"-criedAhab,tossingthemate’sarmfromhim."Standbyforthecrew!"

           Inaninstanttheboatwaspullingroundcloseunderthestern.

           "Thesharks!thesharks!"criedavoicefromthelowcabin-windowthere;"Omaster,mymaster,comeback!"

           ButAhabheardnothing;forhisownvoicewashigh-liftedthen;andtheboatleapedon.

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