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Roger Starbuck The Golden Harpoon; Or, Lost Among the Floes…

He drew quickly back, at the same time giving vent to a prolonged whistle of astonishment.
“Who is that!” he yelled, at length, in a voice so shrill and startling, that Marline sprung to his feet. “Ay, blast you, who are you? Not the devil, surely, for that creatur’ never comes to disturb honest men! Speak! you infernal ghoul-eyed thing—speak and tell me who or what you be!”
But before the sailor had concluded, the mysterious orbs disappeared, like two sparks of fire that are suddenly quenched.
“What is the matter, Stump?” inquired Harry, thrusting his head into the boat at the same moment.
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Roger Starbuck The Golden Harpoon; Or, Lost Among the Floes…

This command was readily obeyed, but the light boat still continued to glide on under the impetus which it had received, and, in a few moments, it was within four fathoms of the leviathan.
“Now then—give it to him!” thundered Briggs.
The barbed weapon flew whistling from the hands of the stout-armed harpooner, with a force that buried it to the socket in the whale’s hump. The second iron immediately followed.
“Starn! starn all!” roared the mate, as the startled giant of the deep, writhing with pain, threw his tremendous body toward the boat. “Starn, you beef-eating rascals—starn!”
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Roger Starbuck The Golden Harpoon; Or, Lost Among the Floes…

As the Montpelier bowled upon her way, after Lark had so unceremoniously left his prisoners upon the ice, the giant rubbed his hands with delight, and glancing up at the squared topsails, which were now filled by the northerly breeze, he thus communed with himself:
“It’s all right now. A fair wind, and the craft cleared of all unnecessary rubbish. That’s as it should be—that’s equal rights!”
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