"
"I don't know that, Stubb. You sometimes find it rather hard."
"Yes, when a fellow's soaked through, it's hard to be sensible,
that's a fact. And I am about drenched with this spray. Never mind;
catch the turn there, and pass it. Seems to me we are lashing down
these anchors now as if they were never going to be used again.
Tying these two anchors here, Flask, seems like tying a man's hands
behind him. And what big generous hands they are, to be sure.
These are your iron fists, hey? What a hold they have, too!
I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere;
if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.
There, hammer that knot down, and we've done. So; next to
touching land, lighting on deck is the most satisfactory.
I say, just wring out my jacket skirts, will ye? Thank ye.
They laugh at long-togs so, Flask; but seems to me,
a long-tailed coat ought always to be worn in all storms afloat.
The tails tapering down that way, serve to carry off the water,
d'ye see. Same with cocked hats; the cocks form gable-end
eave-troughs, Flask. No more monkey-jackets and tarpaulins for me;
I must mount a swallow-tail, and drive down a beaver; so.
Halloa! whew! there goes my tarpaulin overboard; Lord, Lord,
that the winds that come from heaven should be so unmannerly!
This is a nasty night, lad.
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