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96 And then we'll pay them their wages, and send them ashore—or afloat, If they show their temper. Ah! shipmates, no wonder 'twas that boat And its selfish crew were cursed that night. Next day we saw no sail, But the wind and sea were rising. Still, we held to the drifting whale,— And a dead whale drifts to windward,—going farther away from the ship. Without water, or bread, or courage to pray with heart or lip That had planned and spoken the treachery. The wind blew into a gale. And it screamed like mocking laughter round our boat and the Amber Whale. "That night fell dark on the starving crew, and a hurricane blew next day; Then we cut the line, and we cursed the prize as it drifted fast away. As if some power under the waves were towing it out of sight;