{"id":"01KFNR889G1QFQ68PRWSB9Z7J3","cid":"bafkreihzzehzy6kgqxc3n5m4xxgesp2tvrufdjvrz7al3ocprgqu75uoqu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7133,"extracted_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:03.419Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 0","source_file":"01KFNR0Z394A878Y5AQ63MQEM2","start_line":7045,"text":"CHAPTER 40. Midnight, Forecastle.\r\n\r\nHARPOONEERS AND SAILORS.\r\n\r\n(_Foresail rises and discovers the watch standing, lounging, leaning,\r\nand lying in various attitudes, all singing in chorus_.)\r\n\r\n\r\n  Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies! Farewell and adieu to you,\r\n  ladies of Spain! Our captain’s commanded.—\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n1ST NANTUCKET SAILOR. Oh, boys, don’t be sentimental; it’s bad for the\r\ndigestion! Take a tonic, follow me!\r\n\r\n(_Sings, and all follow._)\r\n\r\n\r\n Our captain stood upon the deck, A spy-glass in his hand, A viewing of\r\n those gallant whales That blew at every strand. Oh, your tubs in your\r\n boats, my boys, And by your braces stand, And we’ll have one of those\r\n fine whales, Hand, boys, over hand! So, be cheery, my lads! may your\r\n hearts never fail! While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nMATE’S VOICE FROM THE QUARTER-DECK. Eight bells there, forward!\r\n\r\n2ND NANTUCKET SAILOR. Avast the chorus! Eight bells there! d’ye hear,\r\nbell-boy? Strike the bell eight, thou Pip! thou blackling! and let me\r\ncall the watch. I’ve the sort of mouth for that—the hogshead mouth. So,\r\nso, (_thrusts his head down the scuttle_,) Star-bo-l-e-e-n-s, a-h-o-y!\r\nEight bells there below! Tumble up!\r\n\r\nDUTCH SAILOR. Grand snoozing to-night, maty; fat night for that. I mark\r\nthis in our old Mogul’s wine; it’s quite as deadening to some as\r\nfilliping to others. We sing; they sleep—aye, lie down there, like\r\nground-tier butts. At ’em again! There, take this copper-pump, and hail\r\n’em through it. Tell ’em to avast dreaming of their lasses. Tell ’em\r\nit’s the resurrection; they must kiss their last, and come to judgment.\r\nThat’s the way—_that’s_ it; thy throat ain’t spoiled with eating\r\nAmsterdam butter.\r\n\r\nFRENCH SAILOR. Hist, boys! let’s have a jig or two before we ride to\r\nanchor in Blanket Bay. What say ye? There comes the other watch. Stand\r\nby all legs! Pip! little Pip! hurrah with your tambourine!\r\n\r\nPIP. (_Sulky and sleepy._) Don’t know where it is.\r\n\r\nFRENCH SAILOR. Beat thy belly, then, and wag thy ears. Jig it, men, I\r\nsay; merry’s the word; hurrah! Damn me, won’t you dance? Form, now,\r\nIndian-file, and gallop into the double-shuffle? Throw yourselves!\r\nLegs! legs!\r\n\r\nICELAND SAILOR. I don’t like your floor, maty; it’s too springy to my\r\ntaste. I’m used to ice-floors. I’m sorry to throw cold water on the\r\nsubject; but excuse me.\r\n\r\nMALTESE SAILOR. Me too; where’s your girls? Who but a fool would take\r\nhis left hand by his right, and say to himself, how d’ye do? Partners!\r\nI must have partners!\r\n\r\nSICILIAN SAILOR. Aye; girls and a green!—then I’ll hop with ye; yea,\r\nturn grasshopper!\r\n\r\nLONG-ISLAND SAILOR. Well, well, ye sulkies, there’s plenty more of us.\r\nHoe corn when you may, say I. All legs go to harvest soon. Ah! here\r\ncomes the music; now for it!\r\n\r\nAZORE SAILOR. (_Ascending, and pitching the tambourine up the\r\nscuttle_.) Here you are, Pip; and there’s the windlass-bitts; up you\r\nmount! Now, boys! (_The half of them dance to the tambourine; some go\r\nbelow; some sleep or lie among the coils of rigging. Oaths a-plenty_.)\r\n\r\nAZORE SAILOR. (_Dancing_) Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig\r\nit, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers!\r\n\r\nPIP. Jinglers, you say?—there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so.\r\n\r\nCHINA SAILOR. Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of\r\nthyself.\r\n\r\nFRENCH SAILOR. Merry-mad! Hold up thy hoop, Pip, till I jump through\r\nit! Split jibs! tear yourselves!\r\n\r\nTASHTEGO. (_Quietly smoking._) That’s a white man; he calls that fun:\r\nhumph! I save my sweat.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 0"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84EW497GBXQNYGTEEYYT","peer_label":"40","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84EW497GBXQNYGTEEYYT","peer_label":"40","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR88HCHR758M8TP81C7FCB","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:03.902Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:16.519Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}