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.. < chapter cxx 10 THE DECK TOWARDS THE END OF THE FIRST NIGHT WATCH > Ahab standing by the helm. Starbuck approaching him. We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. The band is working loose, and the lee lift is half-stranded. Shall I strike it, sir? Strike nothing; lash it. If I had sky-sail poles, I'd sway them up now. Sir? --in God's name! --sir? Well. The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get them inboard? Strike nothing, and stir nothing, but lash everything. The wind rises, but it has not got up to my table-lands yet. Quick, and see to it. --By masts and keels! he takes me for the hunch-backed skipper of some coasting smack. Send down my main-top-sail yard! Ho, gluepots! Loftiest trucks were made for wildest winds, and this brain-truck of mine now sails amid the cloud-scud. Shall I strike that? Oh, none but cowards send down their brain-trucks in tempest time. What a hooroosh aloft there! I would e'en take it for sublime, did I not know that the colic is a noisy malady. Oh, take medicine, take medicine! ..

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