“Cook,” said Stubb… “Don’t I always say that to be good, a whalesteak must be tough? There are those sharks now over the side, don’t
you see they prefer it tough and rare? What a shindy they are kicking
up! Cook, go and talk to ‘em; tell ‘em they are welcome to help them
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selves civilly, and in moderation, but they must keep quiet. Blast me,
if I can hear my own voice. Away, cook, and deliver my message.
Here, take this lantern, … now then, go and preach to ‘em!”
“Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you can;
fill your dam’ bellies ‘till dey bust - and den die.”
(Chapter 64
—Stubb’s Supper) |