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.. < chapter xliii 10  HARK >

    !  Hist!  Did you hear that noise, Cabaco?
It was the middle-watch; a fair moonlight; the seamen were standing in a
cordon, extending from one of the fresh-water butts in the waist, to the
scuttle-butt near the taffrail.  In this manner, they passed the buckets to
fill the scuttle-butt.  Standing, for the most part, on the hallowed precincts
of the quarter-deck, they were careful not to speak or rustle their feet.
From hand to hand, the buckets went in the deepest silence, only broken by
the occasional flap of a sail, and the steady hum of the unceasingly
advancing keel.  It was in the midst of this repose, that Archy, one of the
cordon, whose post was near the after-hatches, whispered to his neighbor, a
Cholo, the words above.  Hist!  did you hear that noise, Cabaco?  Take the
bucket, will ye, Archy?  what noise d'ye mean?  There it is again --under the
hatches --don't you hear it --a cough--it sounded like a cough.  Cough be
damned!  Pass along that return bucket.  There again --there it is! --it sounds
like two or three sleepers turning over, now!  Caramba!  have done,
shipmate, will ye?  It's the three soaked biscuits ye eat for supper turning
over inside of ye --nothing else.  Look to the bucket!
.. <p 195 >

     Say what ye will, shipmate; I've sharp ears.  Aye, you are the chap, ain't
ye, that heard the hum of the old Quakeress's knitting-needles fifty miles at
sea from Nantucket; you're the chap.  Grin away; we'll see what turns up.
Hark ye, Cabaco, there is somebody down in the after-hold that has not yet
been seen on deck; and I suspect our old Mogul knows something of it too.  I
heard Stubb tell Flask, one morning watch, that there was something of that
sort in the wind.  Tish!  the bucket!
.. <p 195 >