Nor is It at All Prudent for The Hunter to be Over
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harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of
their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they,
that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only
deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their
number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick
himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped
white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with
stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans
before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly
directing attention to something in our
wake.
