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The Chase — Third Day

           Ahabstoopedtoclearit;hedidclearit;buttheflyingturncaughthimroundtheneck,andvoicelesslyasTurkishmutesbowstringtheirvictim,hewasshotoutoftheboat,erethecrewknewhewasgone.Nextinstant,theheavyeye-spliceintherope’sfinalendflewoutofthestark-emptytub,knockeddownanoarsman,andsmitingthesea,disappearedinitsdepths.

           Foraninstant,thetrancedboat’screwstoodstill;thenturned."Theship?GreatGod,whereistheship?"Soontheythroughdim,bewilderingmediumssawhersidelongfadingphantom,asinthegaseousFataMorgana;onlytheuppermostmastsoutofwater;whilefixedbyinfatuation,orfidelity,orfate,totheironceloftyperches,thepaganharpooneersstillmaintainedtheirsinkinglook-outsonthesea.Andnow,concentriccirclesseizedtheloneboatitself,andallitscrew,andeachfloatingoar,andeverylancepole,andspinning,animateandinanimate,allroundandroundinonevortex,carriedthesmallestchipofthePequodoutofsight.

           ButasthelastwhelmingsintermixinglypouredthemselvesoverthesunkenheadoftheIndianatthemainmast,leavingafewinchesoftheerectsparyetvisible,togetherwithlongstreamingyardsoftheflag,whichcalmlyundulated,withironicalcoincidings,overthedestroyingbillowstheyalmosttouched;atthatinstant,aredarmandahammerhoveredbackwardlyupliftedintheopenair,intheactofnailingtheflagfasterandyetfastertothesubsidingspar

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