{"id":"01KFNR89K6WPG2J6ND3JX62BVD","cid":"bafkreigxbtkmyihszjmsvbsfja4sn7jq62p2nudgdlw6ipio5xhzgwvfse","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":11817,"extracted_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:04.726Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 3","source_file":"01KFNR0Z394A878Y5AQ63MQEM2","start_line":11725,"text":"“Right!” exclaimed Stubb, approvingly, “coax ’em to it; try that,” and\r\nFleece continued.\r\n\r\n“Do you is all sharks, and by natur wery woracious, yet I zay to you,\r\nfellow-critters, dat dat woraciousness—’top dat dam slappin’ ob de\r\ntail! How you tink to hear, spose you keep up such a dam slappin’ and\r\nbitin’ dare?”\r\n\r\n“Cook,” cried Stubb, collaring him, “I won’t have that swearing. Talk\r\nto ’em gentlemanly.”\r\n\r\nOnce more the sermon proceeded.\r\n\r\n“Your woraciousness, fellow-critters, I don’t blame ye so much for; dat\r\nis natur, and can’t be helped; but to gobern dat wicked natur, dat is\r\nde pint. You is sharks, sartin; but if you gobern de shark in you, why\r\nden you be angel; for all angel is not’ing more dan de shark well\r\ngoberned. Now, look here, bred’ren, just try wonst to be cibil, a\r\nhelping yourselbs from dat whale. Don’t be tearin’ de blubber out your\r\nneighbour’s mout, I say. Is not one shark dood right as toder to dat\r\nwhale? And, by Gor, none on you has de right to dat whale; dat whale\r\nbelong to some one else. I know some o’ you has berry brig mout,\r\nbrigger dan oders; but den de brig mouts sometimes has de small\r\nbellies; so dat de brigness of de mout is not to swaller wid, but to\r\nbit off de blubber for de small fry ob sharks, dat can’t get into de\r\nscrouge to help demselves.”\r\n\r\n“Well done, old Fleece!” cried Stubb, “that’s Christianity; go on.”\r\n\r\n“No use goin’ on; de dam willains will keep a scougin’ and slappin’\r\neach oder, Massa Stubb; dey don’t hear one word; no use a-preachin’ to\r\nsuch dam g’uttons as you call ’em, till dare bellies is full, and dare\r\nbellies is bottomless; and when dey do get ’em full, dey wont hear you\r\nden; for den dey sink in de sea, go fast to sleep on de coral, and\r\ncan’t hear not’ing at all, no more, for eber and eber.”\r\n\r\n“Upon my soul, I am about of the same opinion; so give the benediction,\r\nFleece, and I’ll away to my supper.”\r\n\r\nUpon this, Fleece, holding both hands over the fishy mob, raised his\r\nshrill voice, and cried—\r\n\r\n“Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can; fill\r\nyour dam’ bellies ’till dey bust—and den die.”\r\n\r\n“Now, cook,” said Stubb, resuming his supper at the capstan; “stand\r\njust where you stood before, there, over against me, and pay particular\r\nattention.”\r\n\r\n“All dention,” said Fleece, again stooping over upon his tongs in the\r\ndesired position.\r\n\r\n“Well,” said Stubb, helping himself freely meanwhile; “I shall now go\r\nback to the subject of this steak. In the first place, how old are you,\r\ncook?”\r\n\r\n“What dat do wid de ’teak,” said the old black, testily.\r\n\r\n“Silence! How old are you, cook?”\r\n\r\n“’Bout ninety, dey say,” he gloomily muttered.\r\n\r\n“And you have lived in this world hard upon one hundred years, cook,\r\nand don’t know yet how to cook a whale-steak?” rapidly bolting another\r\nmouthful at the last word, so that morsel seemed a continuation of the\r\nquestion. “Where were you born, cook?”\r\n\r\n“’Hind de hatchway, in ferry-boat, goin’ ober de Roanoke.”\r\n\r\n“Born in a ferry-boat! That’s queer, too. But I want to know what\r\ncountry you were born in, cook!”\r\n\r\n“Didn’t I say de Roanoke country?” he cried sharply.\r\n\r\n“No, you didn’t, cook; but I’ll tell you what I’m coming to, cook. You\r\nmust go home and be born over again; you don’t know how to cook a\r\nwhale-steak yet.”\r\n\r\n“Bress my soul, if I cook noder one,” he growled, angrily, turning\r\nround to depart.\r\n\r\n“Come back, cook;—here, hand me those tongs;—now take that bit of steak\r\nthere, and tell me if you think that steak cooked as it should be? Take\r\nit, I say”—holding the tongs towards him—“take it, and taste it.”\r\n\r\nFaintly smacking his withered lips over it for a moment, the old negro\r\nmuttered, “Best cooked ’teak I eber taste; joosy, berry joosy.”\r\n\r\n“Cook,” said Stubb, squaring himself once more; “do you belong to the\r\nchurch?”\r\n\r\n“Passed one once in Cape-Down,” said the old man sullenly.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84CD3NQN7DPAPRQS03X8","peer_label":"64","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84CD3NQN7DPAPRQS03X8","peer_label":"64","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":"01KFNR89MAS92B982YBSH87AC2","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR89SJW4NWNK54KNTX8A13","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:05.195Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:16.629Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}