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« And what do ye next, men? » « Lower away, and after him! » « And what tune is it ye pull to, men? » « A dead whale or a stove boat! » More and more strangely and fiercely glad and approving, grew the countenance of the old man at every shout; while the mariners began to gaze curiously at each other, as if marvelling how it was that they themselves became so excited at such seemingly purposeless questions. But, they were all eagerness again, as Ahab, now half-revolving in his pivot-hole, with one hand reaching high up a shroud, and tightly, almost convulsively grasping it, addressed them thus:— « All ye mast-headers have before now heard me give orders about a white whale. Look ye! d’ye see this Spanish ounce of gold? »—holding up a broad bright coin to the sun— »it is a sixteen dollar piece, men. D’ye see it? Mr. Starbuck, hand me yon top-maul. » While the mate was getting the hammer, Ahab, without speaking, was slowly rubbing the gold piece against the skirts of his