done, ten to one I sing ye the doxology for a wind-up.”

“Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.”

“What! How can you see better of a dark night than anybody else, never mind how foolish?”

“Here!” cried Starbuck, seizing Stubb by the shoulder, and pointing his hand towards the weather bow, “markest thou not that the gale comes from the eastward, the very course Ahab is to run for Moby Dick?

the very course he swung to this day noon? now mark his boat there; where is that stove? In the stern-sheets, man; where he is wont to stand — his stand-point is stove, man! Now jump overboard, and sing away, if thou must!

“I don’t