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Job
.
The
drama
's
done
.
Why
then
here
does
any
one
step
forth
?
--
Because
one
did
survive
the
wreck
.
It
so
chanced
,
that
after
the
Parsee
's
disappearance
,
I
was
he
whom
the
Fates
ordained
to
take
the
place
of
Ahab
's
bowsman
,
when
that
bowsman
assumed
the
vacant
post
;
the
same
,
who
,
when
on
the
last
day
the
three
men
were
tossed
from
out
of
the
rocking
boat
,
was
dropped
astern
.
So
,
floating
on
the
margin
of
the
ensuing
scene
,
and
in
full
sight
of
it
,
when
the
halfspent
suction
of
the
sunk
ship
reached
me
,
I
was
then
,
but
slowly
,
drawn
towards
the
closing
vortex
.
When
I
reached
it
,
it
had
subsided
to
a
creamy
pool
.
Round
and
round
,
then
,
and
ever
contracting
towards
the
button-like
black
bubble
at
the
axis
of
that
slowly
wheeling
circle
,
like
another
Ixion
I
did
revolve
.
Till
,
gaining
that
vital
centre
,
the
black
bubble
upward
burst
;
and
now
,
liberated
by
reason
of
its
cunning
spring
,
and
,
owing
to
its
great
buoyancy
,
rising
with
great
force
,
the
coffin
life-buoy
shot
lengthwise
from
the
sea
,
fell
over
,
and
floated
by
my
side
.
Buoyed
up
by
that
coffin
,
for
almost
one
whole
day
and
night
,
I
floated
on
a
soft
and
dirgelike
main
.
The
unharming
sharks
,
they
glided
by
as
if
with
padlocks
on
their
mouths
;
the
savage
sea-hawks
sailed
with
sheathed
beaks
.
On
the
second
day
,
a
sail
drew
near
,
nearer
,
and
picked
me
up
at
last
.
It
was
the
devious-cruising
Rachel
,
that
in
her
retracing
search
after
her
missing
children
,
only
found
another
orphan
.