Charity that brought the ginger on board; and bade me never give the harpooneers any spirits, but only this ginger-jub — so she called it.”

“Ginger-jub! You gingerly rascal! Take that! And run along with ye to the lockers, and get something better. I hope I do no wrong, Mr. Starbuck. It is the captain’s orders — grog for the harpooneer on a whale.”

“Enough,” replied Starbuck, “only don’t hit him again, but — ”

“Oh, I never hurt when I hit, except when I hit a whale or something of that sort; and this fellow’s a weazel. What were you about saying, sir?”

“Only this: go down with him, and get what thou wantest thyself.”