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Jollily he, aloft there, wheels through toil and trouble; and\r\nso, alow here, does jolly Stubb. Oh, jolly’s the word for aye! Adieu,\r\nDoubloon! But stop; here comes little King-Post; dodge round the\r\ntry-works, now, and let’s hear what he’ll have to say. There; he’s\r\nbefore it; he’ll out with something presently. So, so; he’s beginning.”\r\n\r\n“I see nothing here, but a round thing made of gold, and whoever raises\r\na certain whale, this round thing belongs to him. So, what’s all this\r\nstaring been about? It is worth sixteen dollars, that’s true; and at\r\ntwo cents the cigar, that’s nine hundred and sixty cigars. I won’t\r\nsmoke dirty pipes like Stubb, but I like cigars, and here’s nine\r\nhundred and sixty of them; so here goes Flask aloft to spy ’em out.”\r\n\r\n“Shall I call that wise or foolish, now; if it be really wise it has a\r\nfoolish look to it; yet, if it be really foolish, then has it a sort of\r\nwiseish look to it. But, avast; here comes our old Manxman—the old\r\nhearse-driver, he must have been, that is, before he took to the sea.\r\nHe luffs up before the doubloon; halloa, and goes round on the other\r\nside of the mast; why, there’s a horse-shoe nailed on that side; and\r\nnow he’s back again; what does that mean? Hark! he’s muttering—voice\r\nlike an old worn-out coffee-mill. Prick ears, and listen!”\r\n\r\n“If the White Whale be raised, it must be in a month and a day, when\r\nthe sun stands in some one of these signs. I’ve studied signs, and know\r\ntheir marks; they were taught me two score years ago, by the old witch\r\nin Copenhagen. Now, in what sign will the sun then be? The horse-shoe\r\nsign; for there it is, right opposite the gold. And what’s the\r\nhorse-shoe sign? The lion is the horse-shoe sign—the roaring and\r\ndevouring lion. Ship, old ship! my old head shakes to think of thee.”\r\n\r\n“There’s another rendering now; but still one text. All sorts of men in\r\none kind of world, you see. Dodge again! here comes Queequeg—all\r\ntattooing—looks like the signs of the Zodiac himself. What says the\r\nCannibal? As I live he’s comparing notes; looking at his thigh bone;\r\nthinks the sun is in the thigh, or in the calf, or in the bowels, I\r\nsuppose, as the old women talk Surgeon’s Astronomy in the back country.\r\nAnd by Jove, he’s found something there in the vicinity of his thigh—I\r\nguess it’s Sagittarius, or the Archer. No: he don’t know what to make\r\nof the doubloon; he takes it for an old button off some king’s\r\ntrowsers. But, aside again! here comes that ghost-devil, Fedallah; tail\r\ncoiled out of sight as usual, oakum in the toes of his pumps as usual.\r\nWhat does he say, with that look of his? Ah, only makes a sign to the\r\nsign and bows himself; there is a sun on the coin—fire worshipper,\r\ndepend upon it. Ho! more and more. This way comes Pip—poor boy! would\r\nhe had died, or I; he’s half horrible to me. He too has been watching\r\nall of these interpreters—myself included—and look now, he comes to\r\nread, with that unearthly idiot face. Stand away again and hear him.\r\nHark!”\r\n\r\n“I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.”\r\n\r\n“Upon my soul, he’s been studying Murray’s Grammar! Improving his mind,\r\npoor fellow! But what’s that he says now—hist!”\r\n\r\n“I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.”\r\n\r\n“Why, he’s getting it by heart—hist! again.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 0"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR849DMXDSPAZ50XP0A861","peer_label":"A Squeeze of the Hand","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR849DMXDSPAZ50XP0A861","peer_label":"A Squeeze of the Hand","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":"01KFNR8BAERKSGJPF8KFW9R0YY","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:06.933Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.698Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}