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In this way the day wore on; Ahab, now\r\naloft and motionless; anon, unrestingly pacing the planks.\r\n\r\nAs he was thus walking, uttering no sound, except to hail the men\r\naloft, or to bid them hoist a sail still higher, or to spread one to a\r\nstill greater breadth—thus to and fro pacing, beneath his slouched hat,\r\nat every turn he passed his own wrecked boat, which had been dropped\r\nupon the quarter-deck, and lay there reversed; broken bow to shattered\r\nstern. At last he paused before it; and as in an already over-clouded\r\nsky fresh troops of clouds will sometimes sail across, so over the old\r\nman’s face there now stole some such added gloom as this.\r\n\r\nStubb saw him pause; and perhaps intending, not vainly, though, to\r\nevince his own unabated fortitude, and thus keep up a valiant place in\r\nhis Captain’s mind, he advanced, and eyeing the wreck exclaimed—“The\r\nthistle the ass refused; it pricked his mouth too keenly, sir; ha! ha!”\r\n\r\n“What soulless thing is this that laughs before a wreck? Man, man! did\r\nI not know thee brave as fearless fire (and as mechanical) I could\r\nswear thou wert a poltroon. Groan nor laugh should be heard before a\r\nwreck.”\r\n\r\n“Aye, sir,” said Starbuck drawing near, “’tis a solemn sight; an omen,\r\nand an ill one.”\r\n\r\n“Omen? omen?—the dictionary! If the gods think to speak outright to\r\nman, they will honorably speak outright; not shake their heads, and\r\ngive an old wives’ darkling hint.—Begone! Ye two are the opposite poles\r\nof one thing; Starbuck is Stubb reversed, and Stubb is Starbuck; and ye\r\ntwo are all mankind; and Ahab stands alone among the millions of the\r\npeopled earth, nor gods nor men his neighbors! Cold, cold—I shiver!—How\r\nnow? Aloft there! D’ye see him? Sing out for every spout, though he\r\nspout ten times a second!”\r\n\r\nThe day was nearly done; only the hem of his golden robe was rustling.\r\nSoon, it was almost dark, but the look-out men still remained unset.\r\n\r\n“Can’t see the spout now, sir;—too dark”—cried a voice from the air.\r\n\r\n“How heading when last seen?”\r\n\r\n“As before, sir,—straight to leeward.”\r\n\r\n“Good! he will travel slower now ’tis night. Down royals and\r\ntop-gallant stun-sails, Mr. Starbuck. We must not run over him before\r\nmorning; he’s making a passage now, and may heave-to a while. Helm\r\nthere! keep her full before the wind!—Aloft! come down!—Mr. Stubb, send\r\na fresh hand to the fore-mast head, and see it manned till\r\nmorning.”—Then advancing towards the doubloon in the main-mast—“Men,\r\nthis gold is mine, for I earned it; but I shall let it abide here till\r\nthe White Whale is dead; and then, whosoever of ye first raises him,\r\nupon the day he shall be killed, this gold is that man’s; and if on\r\nthat day I shall again raise him, then, ten times its sum shall be\r\ndivided among all of ye! Away now!—the deck is thine, sir!”\r\n\r\nAnd so saying, he placed himself half way within the scuttle, and\r\nslouching his hat, stood there till dawn, except when at intervals\r\nrousing himself to see how the night wore on.\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER 134. The Chase—Second Day.\r\n\r\nAt day-break, the three mast-heads were punctually manned afresh.\r\n\r\n“D’ye see him?” cried Ahab after allowing a little space for the light\r\nto spread.\r\n\r\n“See nothing, sir.”\r\n\r\n“Turn up all hands and make sail! he travels faster than I thought\r\nfor;—the top-gallant sails!—aye, they should have been kept on her all\r\nnight. 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