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88 'Are your irons ready?' 'Ay, ay, sir.' 'Stand up, then, steady, and wait Till I give the word, then let 'em fly, and hit him below the fin As he rolls to wind'ard. Start her, boys! now 's the time to slide her in! Hurrah! that fluke just missed us. Mind, as soon as the iron's fast, Be ready to back your paddles,—now in for it, boys, at last. Heave! Again!'

"And two irons flew: the first one sank in the joint, 'Tween the head and hump,—in the muscle; but the second had its point. Turned off by striking the amber case, coming out again like a bow. And the monster carcass quivered, and rolled with pain from the first deep blow. Then he lashed the sea with his terrible flukes, and showed us many a sign