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The Chase — Third Day

           Forallthat,Iwouldyetringglasseswiththee,wouldyebuthandthecup!Oh,oh!oh,oh!thougrinningwhale,butthere’llbeplentyofgulpingsoon!Whyflyyenot,OAhab!Forme,offshoesandjackettoit;letStubbdieinhisdrawers!Amostmouldyandoversalteddeath,though;cherries!cherries!cherries!Oh,Flask,foroneredcherryerewedie!"

           "Cherries?Ionlywishthatwewerewheretheygrow.Oh,Stubb,Ihopemypoormother’sdrawnmypart-payerethis;ifnot,fewcopperswillnowcometoher,forthevoyageisup."

           Fromtheship’sbows,nearlyalltheseamennowhunginactive;hammers,bitsofplank,lances,andharpoons,mechanicallyretainedintheirhands,justastheyhaddartedfromtheirvariousemployments;alltheirenchantedeyesintentuponthewhale,whichfromsidetosidestrangelyvibratinghispredestinatinghead,sentabroadbandofoverspreadingsemicircularfoambeforehimasherushed.Retribution,swiftvengeance,eternalmalicewereinhiswholeaspect,andspiteofallthatmortalmancoulddo,thesolidwhitebuttressofhisforeheadsmotetheship’sstarboardbow,tillmenandtimbersreeled.Somefellflatupontheirfaces.Likedislodgedtrucks,theheadsoftheharpooneersaloftshookontheirbull-likenecks.Throughthebreach,theyheardthewaterspour,asmountaintorrentsdownaflume.

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