little out of his mind for a spell; but it was the sharp shooting pains in his bleeding stump that brought that about, as ANYONE might see.

I know, too, that ever since he lost his leg last voyage by that accursed whale, he’s been a kind of moody — desperate moody, and savage sometimes; but that will all pass off. And once for all, let me tell thee and assure thee, young man, it’s better to sail with a moody good captain than a laughing bad one. So good-bye to thee — and wrong not Captain Ahab, because he happens to have a wicked name. Besides, my boy, he has a wife — not three voyages wedded — a sweet, resigned girl.

Think of that; by that sweet girl that old man has a child: hold ye then there can be any utter, hopeless harm in Ahab? No, no, my lad;