Moby-Dick/Chapter 122

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The Main-top-sail yard — Tashtego passing new lashings around it.

“Um, um, um.  Stop that thunder!  Plenty too much thunder up here.  What’s the use of thunder?  Um, um, um.  We don’t want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum.  Um, um, um!”