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Chapter CXXII 


MIDNIGHT ALOFT--THUNDER AND LIGHTNING

The Main-top-sail yard. --Tashtego passing new lashings around it. Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What's the use of thunder? Um, um, um. We don't want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum. Um, um, um!

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