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Queequeg was my own inseparable twin brother; nor could I\r\nany way get rid of the dangerous liabilities which the hempen bond\r\nentailed.\r\n\r\nSo strongly and metaphysically did I conceive of my situation then,\r\nthat while earnestly watching his motions, I seemed distinctly to\r\nperceive that my own individuality was now merged in a joint stock\r\ncompany of two; that my free will had received a mortal wound; and that\r\nanother’s mistake or misfortune might plunge innocent me into unmerited\r\ndisaster and death. Therefore, I saw that here was a sort of\r\ninterregnum in Providence; for its even-handed equity never could have\r\nso gross an injustice. And yet still further pondering—while I jerked\r\nhim now and then from between the whale and ship, which would threaten\r\nto jam him—still further pondering, I say, I saw that this situation of\r\nmine was the precise situation of every mortal that breathes; only, in\r\nmost cases, he, one way or other, has this Siamese connexion with a\r\nplurality of other mortals. If your banker breaks, you snap; if your\r\napothecary by mistake sends you poison in your pills, you die. True,\r\nyou may say that, by exceeding caution, you may possibly escape these\r\nand the multitudinous other evil chances of life. But handle Queequeg’s\r\nmonkey-rope heedfully as I would, sometimes he jerked it so, that I\r\ncame very near sliding overboard. Nor could I possibly forget that, do\r\nwhat I would, I only had the management of one end of it.*\r\n\r\n*The monkey-rope is found in all whalers; but it was only in the Pequod\r\nthat the monkey and his holder were ever tied together. This\r\nimprovement upon the original usage was introduced by no less a man\r\nthan Stubb, in order to afford the imperilled harpooneer the strongest\r\npossible guarantee for the faithfulness and vigilance of his\r\nmonkey-rope holder.\r\n\r\nI have hinted that I would often jerk poor Queequeg from between the\r\nwhale and the ship—where he would occasionally fall, from the incessant\r\nrolling and swaying of both. But this was not the only jamming jeopardy\r\nhe was exposed to. Unappalled by the massacre made upon them during the\r\nnight, the sharks now freshly and more keenly allured by the before\r\npent blood which began to flow from the carcass—the rabid creatures\r\nswarmed round it like bees in a beehive.\r\n\r\nAnd right in among those sharks was Queequeg; who often pushed them\r\naside with his floundering feet. A thing altogether incredible were it\r\nnot that attracted by such prey as a dead whale, the otherwise\r\nmiscellaneously carnivorous shark will seldom touch a man.\r\n\r\nNevertheless, it may well be believed that since they have such a\r\nravenous finger in the pie, it is deemed but wise to look sharp to\r\nthem. Accordingly, besides the monkey-rope, with which I now and then\r\njerked the poor fellow from too close a vicinity to the maw of what\r\nseemed a peculiarly ferocious shark—he was provided with still another\r\nprotection. Suspended over the side in one of the stages, Tashtego and\r\nDaggoo continually flourished over his head a couple of keen\r\nwhale-spades, wherewith they slaughtered as many sharks as they could\r\nreach. This procedure of theirs, to be sure, was very disinterested and\r\nbenevolent of them. They meant Queequeg’s best happiness, I admit; but\r\nin their hasty zeal to befriend him, and from the circumstance that\r\nboth he and the sharks were at times half hidden by the blood-muddled\r\nwater, those indiscreet spades of theirs would come nearer amputating a\r\nleg than a tail. But poor Queequeg, I suppose, straining and gasping\r\nthere with that great iron hook—poor Queequeg, I suppose, only prayed\r\nto his Yojo, and gave up his life into the hands of his gods.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AM8GRP8ZDM4P83Q4ACX29","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AP3Y0K5SF4968RZ101G44","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AP4P11AW0K8P1SZ8KACMM","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:32.096Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:50.138Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}