"Hast seen the White Whale?" "Look!" replied the hollow-cheeked captain from his taffrail; and with his trumpet he pointed to the wreck. "Hast killed him?" "The harpoon is not yet forged that will ever will do that," answered the other, sadly glancing upon a rounded hammock on the deck, whose gathered sides some noiseless sailors were busy in sewing together. "Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper
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