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- see, Mr. Starbuck, a wave has such a great long start before it leaps,
all round the world it runs, and then comes the spring! But as for me,
all the start I have to meet it, is just across the deck here. But
never mind; it’s all in fun: so the old song says;”—(_sings_.)
Oh! jolly is the gale, And a joker is the whale, A’ flourishin’ his
tail,— Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad, is the
Ocean, oh!
The scud all a flyin’, That’s his flip only foamin’; When he stirs in
the spicin’,— Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad,
is the Ocean, oh!
Thunder splits the ships, But he only smacks his lips, A tastin’ of
this flip,— Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad,
is the Ocean, oh!
“Avast Stubb,” cried Starbuck, “let the Typhoon sing, and strike his
harp here in our rigging; but if thou art a brave man thou wilt hold
thy peace.”
“But I am not a brave man; never said I was a brave man; I am a coward;
and I sing to keep up my spirits. And I tell you what it is, Mr.
Starbuck, there’s no way to stop my singing in this world but to cut my
throat. And when that’s done, ten to one I sing ye the doxology for a
wind-up.”
“Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.”
“What! how can you see better of a dark night than anybody else, never
mind how foolish?”
“Here!” cried Starbuck, seizing Stubb by the shoulder, and pointing his
hand towards the weather bow, “markest thou not that the gale comes
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- Chapter 129