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"Kill-e," cried Queequeg, twisted his tattooed face into an unearthly expression of disdain, "ah! him bevy small-e fish-e; Queequeg no kill-e so small-e fish-e; Queequeg kill-e big whale!"

"He say," said I, "that you came near kill-e that man there," pointing to the still shivering greenhorn.

"What him say?" said Queequeg, as he mildly turned to me.

"Hallo, you sir," cried the Captain, a gaunt rib of the sea, stalking up to Queequeg, "what in thunder do you mean by that? Don't you know you might have killed that chap?"

"Capting! Capting!" yelled the bumpkin, running towards that officer; "Capting, Capting, here's the devil."

Dropping his harpoon, the brawny savage caught him in his arms, and by an almost miraculous dexterity and strength sent him high up bodily into the air; then slightly tapping his stern in mid-somerset, the fellow landed with bursting lungs upon his feet, while Queequeg, turning his back upon...

I thought the bumpkin's hour of doom was come.

Queequeg caught one of these young saplings mimicking him behind his back.

But there were some boobies and bumpkins there, who, by their intense greenness, must have come from the heart and centre of all verdure.

So full of this reeling scene were we, as we stood by the plunging bowsprit, that for some time we did not notice the jeering glances of the passengers, a lubber-like assembly, who marvelled that two fellow-beings should be so compationable; as though a white man were anything more dignified...

Sideways leaning, we sideways darted; every ropeyarn tingling like a wire; the two tall masts buckling like Indian canes in land tornadoes.

On, on we flew; and our offing gained, the Moss did homage to the blast; ducked and dived her bows as a slave before the Sultan.

His dusky nostrils swelled apart; he showed his filed and pointed teeth.

At the same foam-fountain, Queequeg seemed to drink and reel with me.

How I snuffed that Tartar air! - how I spurned that turnpike earth! - that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records.

Gaining the more open water, the bracing breeze waxed fresh; the little Moss tossed the quick foam from her bows, as a young colt his snortings.

Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

Huge hills and mountains of casks on casks were piled upon her wharves, and side by side the world-wandering whale ships lay silent and safely moored at last; while from others came a sound of carpenters and coopers,* with blended noises of fires and forges to melt the pitch, all betokening that...

On one side, New Bedford rose in terraces of streets, their ice-covered trees all glittering in the clear, cold air.