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His face was an exceedingly round but\r\nsober one; he was dressed in a faded blue woollen frock or shirt, and\r\npatched trowsers; and had thus far been dividing his attention between\r\na marlingspike he held in one hand, and a pill-box held in the other,\r\noccasionally casting a critical glance at the ivory limbs of the two\r\ncrippled captains. But, at his superior’s introduction of him to Ahab,\r\nhe politely bowed, and straightway went on to do his captain’s bidding.\r\n\r\n“It was a shocking bad wound,” began the whale-surgeon; “and, taking my\r\nadvice, Captain Boomer here, stood our old Sammy—”\r\n\r\n“Samuel Enderby is the name of my ship,” interrupted the one-armed\r\ncaptain, addressing Ahab; “go on, boy.”\r\n\r\n“Stood our old Sammy off to the northward, to get out of the blazing\r\nhot weather there on the Line. But it was no use—I did all I could; sat\r\nup with him nights; was very severe with him in the matter of diet—”\r\n\r\n“Oh, very severe!” chimed in the patient himself; then suddenly\r\naltering his voice, “Drinking hot rum toddies with me every night, till\r\nhe couldn’t see to put on the bandages; and sending me to bed, half\r\nseas over, about three o’clock in the morning. Oh, ye stars! he sat up\r\nwith me indeed, and was very severe in my diet. Oh! a great watcher,\r\nand very dietetically severe, is Dr. Bunger. (Bunger, you dog, laugh\r\nout! why don’t ye? You know you’re a precious jolly rascal.) But, heave\r\nahead, boy, I’d rather be killed by you than kept alive by any other\r\nman.”\r\n\r\n“My captain, you must have ere this perceived, respected sir”—said the\r\nimperturbable godly-looking Bunger, slightly bowing to Ahab—“is apt to\r\nbe facetious at times; he spins us many clever things of that sort. But\r\nI may as well say—en passant, as the French remark—that I myself—that\r\nis to say, Jack Bunger, late of the reverend clergy—am a strict total\r\nabstinence man; I never drink—”\r\n\r\n“Water!” cried the captain; “he never drinks it; it’s a sort of fits to\r\nhim; fresh water throws him into the hydrophobia; but go on—go on with\r\nthe arm story.”\r\n\r\n“Yes, I may as well,” said the surgeon, coolly. “I was about observing,\r\nsir, before Captain Boomer’s facetious interruption, that spite of my\r\nbest and severest endeavors, the wound kept getting worse and worse;\r\nthe truth was, sir, it was as ugly gaping wound as surgeon ever saw;\r\nmore than two feet and several inches long. I measured it with the lead\r\nline. In short, it grew black; I knew what was threatened, and off it\r\ncame. But I had no hand in shipping that ivory arm there; that thing is\r\nagainst all rule”—pointing at it with the marlingspike—“that is the\r\ncaptain’s work, not mine; he ordered the carpenter to make it; he had\r\nthat club-hammer there put to the end, to knock some one’s brains out\r\nwith, I suppose, as he tried mine once. He flies into diabolical\r\npassions sometimes. Do ye see this dent, sir”—removing his hat, and\r\nbrushing aside his hair, and exposing a bowl-like cavity in his skull,\r\nbut which bore not the slightest scarry trace, or any token of ever\r\nhaving been a wound—“Well, the captain there will tell you how that\r\ncame here; he knows.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR849R93YVRZV44VYTQ6VY","peer_label":"The Doubloon","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR849R93YVRZV44VYTQ6VY","peer_label":"The Doubloon","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":"01KFNR8BC6VX1TEDH3RFNHN0TB","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8BCH58M9T8WM3ZJ4FR95","peer_label":"Chunk 0","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:06.941Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.810Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}