first adventurous little sloop put forth, partly laden with imported cobblestones--so goes the jib-stay! Blang-whang! God! Duck lower, Pip, here comes the music; now for it! AZORE SAILOR. (ASCENDING, AND PITCHING THE TAMBOURINE UP THE SCUTTLE.) Here you are, Pip; and there's the windlass-bitts; up you mount! Now, boys! (THE HALF OF THEM DANCE TO THE TAMBOURINE; SOME GO BELOW; SOME SLEEP OR LIE AMONG THE COILS OF RIGGING. OATHS A-PLENTY.) AZORE SAILOR. (DANCING) Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the spell in which there was no companionship; socially, Ahab was pleased to walk the planks, and, after a great battle
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