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morton’s journey. 
not only the time he will be absent, but the very spot 
at which he will reappear. In this way, hiding and 
advancing by turns, Myouk, with Morton at his heels, 
has reached a plate of thin ice, hardly strong enough 
to bear them, at the very brink of the water-pool the 
walrus are curvetting in. 
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WALRUS-HARPOON. HARPOON-HEAD. 
Myouk, till now phlegmatic, seems to waken with 
excitement. His coil of walrus-hide, a well-trimmed 
line of many fathoms’ length, is lying at his side. He 
fixes one end of it in an iron barb, and fastens this 
loosely by a socket upon a shaft of unicorn’s horn: the 
other end is already looped, or, as sailors would say, 
