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Enter Ahab.

was the thought coming up in me; but it would be the first time I ever did pray.  It’s queer; very queer; and he’s queer too; aye, take him fore and aft, he’s about the queerest old man Stubb ever sailed with.  How he flashed at me!—his eyes like powder-pans! is he mad!  Anyway there’s something’s on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.  He aint in his bed now, either, more than three hours out of the twenty-four; and he don’t sleep then.  Didn’t that Dough-Boy, the steward, tell me that of a morning he always finds the old man’s hammock clothes all rumpled and tumbled, and the sheets down at the foot, and the coverlid almost tied into knots, and the pillow a sort of frightful hot, as though a baked brick had been on it?  A hot old man!  I guess he’s got what some folks ashore call a conscience; it’s a kind of Tic-Dolly-row they say—worse nor a toothache.  Well, well; I don’t know what it is, but the Lord keep me from catching it.  He’s full of riddles; I wonder what he goes into the after hold for, every night, as Dough-Boy tells me he suspects; what’s that for, I should like to know?  Who’s made appointments with him in the hold?  Ain’t that queer, now?  But there’s no telling, it’s the old game—Here goes for a snooze.  Damn me, it’s worth a fellow’s while to be born into the world, if only to fall right asleep.  And now that I think of it, that’s about the first thing babies do, and that’s a sort of queer, too.  Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of ’em.  But that’s against my principles.  Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth—So here goes again.  But how’s that? didn’t he call me a dog? blazes! he called me ten times a donkey, and piled a lot of jackasses on top of that!  He might as well have kicked me, and done with it.  Maybe he did kick me, and I didn’t observe it, I was so taken all aback with his brow, somehow.  It flashed like a bleached bone.  What the devil’s the matter with me?  I don’t stand right on my legs.  Coming afoul of that old man has a