cried Queequeg disjointedly, “all twiske-tee be-twisk, like him — him — ” faltering hard for a word, and screwing his hand round and round as though uncorking a bottle — “like him — him — ”

“Corkscrew!” cried Ahab, “aye, Queequeg, the harpoons lie all twisted and wrenched in him; aye, Daggoo, his spout is a big one, like a whole shock of wheat, and white as a pile of our Nantucket wool after the great annual sheep-shearing; aye, Tashtego, and he fan-tails like a split jib in a squall.

Death and devils! Men, it is Moby Dick ye have seen — Moby Dick — Moby Dick!”

“Captain Ahab,” said Starbuck, who, with Stubb and Flask, had thus far been eyeing his