all their chat just now, and the white whale- shirr! shirr!- but spoken of once! and only this evening- it
makes me ingle all over like my tambourine- that anaconda of an old man swore 'em in to hunt him! Oh!
thou big white God aloft there somewhere in yon darkness, have mercy on this small black boy down
here; preserve him from all men that have no bowels to feel fear!
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