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The
Manxman
took
the
reel
,
and
holding
it
high
up
,
by
the
projecting
handle-ends
of
the
spindle
,
round
which
the
spool
of
line
revolved
,
so
stood
with
the
angular
log
hanging
downwards
,
till
Ahab
advanced
to
him
.
Ahab
stood
before
him
,
and
was
lightly
unwinding
some
thirty
or
forty
turns
to
form
a
preliminary
hand-coil
to
toss
overboard
,
when
the
old
Manxman
,
who
was
intently
eyeing
both
him
and
the
line
,
made
bold
to
speak
.
"
Sir
,
I
mistrust
it
;
this
line
looks
far
gone
,
long
heat
and
wet
have
spoiled
it
.
"
"
'
Twill
hold
,
old
gentleman
.
Long
heat
and
wet
,
have
they
spoiled
thee
?
Thou
seem
's
t
to
hold
.
Oh
,
truer
perhaps
,
life
holds
thee
;
not
thou
it
.
"
"
I
hold
the
spool
,
sir
.
But
just
as
my
captain
says
.
With
these
grey
hairs
of
mine
'
tis
not
worth
while
disputing
,
'
specially
with
a
superior
,
who
'll
ne'er
confess
.
"
"
What
's
that
?
there
now
's
a
patched
professor
in
Queen
Nature
's
granite-founded
College
;
but
methinks
he
's
too
subservient
.
Where
wert
thou
born
?
"
"
In
the
little
rocky
Isle
of
Man
,
sir
.
"
"
Excellent
!
Thou
's
t
hit
the
world
by
that
.
"
"
I
know
not
,
sir
,
but
I
was
born
there
.
"
"
In
the
Isle
of
Man
,
hey
?
Well
,
the
other
way
,
it
's
good
.
Here
's
a
man
from
Man
;
a
man
born
in
once
independent
Man
,
and
now
unmanned
of
Man
;
which
is
sucked
in
--
by
what
?
Up
with
the
reel
!
The
dead
,
blind
wall
butts
all
inquiring
heads
at
last
.
Up
with
it
!
So
.
"
