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MOBY DICK; OR 
ALL 
A row ! a row ! a row ! 
Tashtego ( with a whiff). 
A row, a’ low, and a row aloft — gods and men — both brawlers! 
Humph ! 
BELFAST SAILOR 
A row! arrah, a row! The Virgin be blessed, a row! Plunge in 
with ye ! 
ENGLISH SAILOR 
Fair play! Snatch the Spaniard’s knife! A ring, a ring! 
OLD MANX SAILOR 
Heady formed. There! the ringed horizon. In that ring Cain 
struck Abel. Sweet work, right work! Ho! 
MATE’S VOICE FROM THE QUARTER-DECK. 
Hands by the halyards! in top-gallant sails! Stand by to reef top- 
sails ! 
ALL 
The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! ( They scatter.) 
pip ( shrinking under the windlass). 
Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes the jib- 
stay ! Blang-whang ! God ! Duck lower, Pip, here comes the royal 
yard ! It’s worse than being in the whirled woods, the last day of the 
year! Who’d go climbing after chestnuts now? But there they go, 
all cursing, and here I don’t. Fine prospects to ’em; they’re on the 
road to heaven. Hold on hard! Jimmini, what a squall! But those 
chaps there are worse yet — they are your white squalls, they.* White 
squalls? white whale, shirr! shirr! Here have I heard all their chat 
just now, and the white whale — shirr! shirr! — but spoken of once! 
and only this evening — it makes me jingle all over like my tambourine 
