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- # CHAPTER 43. Hark!
## Overview
"CHAPTER 43. Hark!" is a chapter from a larger work, identified as being part of [BOOK III. (_Duodecimo_), CHAPTER III. (_Mealy-mouthed Porpoise_)](arke:01KG8AK83BA227D6NY5BT040FM). It was extracted from the file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6) and belongs to the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection.
## Context
This chapter follows [CHAPTER 42. The Whiteness of the Whale.](arke:01KG8AM7B842ACSCE72751A48P) and precedes [CHAPTER 44. The Chart.](arke:01KG8AM7BA5C3DYVNYY0PMFRJC). The narrative appears to be set during the middle watch on a ship, with the crew engaged in filling water buckets.
## Contents
The chapter opens with a sailor named Archy hearing a mysterious noise from the ship's hold, which he describes as a cough. His shipmate, Cabaco, dismisses his concerns, attributing the sounds to indigestion. Archy persists, suggesting there is someone hidden in the hold and that the ship's officers, Stubb and Flask, may be aware of the situation. The dialogue highlights the sailors' superstitions and their attempts to rationalize unusual occurrences.
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- CHAPTER 43. Hark!
“HIST! Did you hear that noise, Cabaco?”
It was the middle-watch: a fair moonlight; the seamen were standing in
a cordon, extending from one of the fresh-water butts in the waist, to
the scuttle-butt near the taffrail. In this manner, they passed the
buckets to fill the scuttle-butt. Standing, for the most part, on the
hallowed precincts of the quarter-deck, they were careful not to speak
or rustle their feet. From hand to hand, the buckets went in the
deepest silence, only broken by the occasional flap of a sail, and the
steady hum of the unceasingly advancing keel.
It was in the midst of this repose, that Archy, one of the cordon,
whose post was near the after-hatches, whispered to his neighbor, a
Cholo, the words above.
“Hist! did you hear that noise, Cabaco?”
“Take the bucket, will ye, Archy? what noise d’ye mean?”
“There it is again—under the hatches—don’t you hear it—a cough—it
sounded like a cough.”
“Cough be damned! Pass along that return bucket.”
“There again—there it is!—it sounds like two or three sleepers turning
over, now!”
“Caramba! have done, shipmate, will ye? It’s the three soaked biscuits
ye eat for supper turning over inside of ye—nothing else. Look to the
bucket!”
“Say what ye will, shipmate; I’ve sharp ears.”
“Aye, you are the chap, ain’t ye, that heard the hum of the old
Quakeress’s knitting-needles fifty miles at sea from Nantucket; you’re
the chap.”
“Grin away; we’ll see what turns up. Hark ye, Cabaco, there is somebody
down in the after-hold that has not yet been seen on deck; and I
suspect our old Mogul knows something of it too. I heard Stubb tell
Flask, one morning watch, that there was something of that sort in the
wind.”
“Tish! the bucket!”
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