Oh yes, THAT every one knows a'most--I mean they know he's only one leg; and that a parmacetti took the other off." "My friend," said I, "what all this gibberish of yours is about, I don't know, and I don't much care; for it seems to me that you must be a little damaged in the head.

But if you are speaking of Captain Ahab, of that ship there, the Pequod, then let me tell you, that I know all about the loss of his leg." "ALL about it, eh--sure you do ?--all ?" "Pretty sure." With finger pointed and eye levelled at the Pequod, the beggar-like stranger stood a moment, as if in a troubled reverie; then starting a little, turned and said:--"Ye've shipped, have ye?
Names down on the papers?
Well, well, what's signed, is signed; and what's to be, will be; and then again, perhaps it won't be, after all.

Anyhow, it's all fixed and arranged a'ready; and some sailors or other must go with him, I suppose; as well these as any other men, God pity 'em! Morning to ye, shipmates, morning; the ineffable heavens bless ye; I'm sorry I stopped ye." "Look here, friend," said I, "if you have anything important to tell us, out with it; but if you are only trying to bamboozle us, you are mistaken in your game; that's all I have to say." "And it's said very well, and I like to hear a chap talk up that way; you are just the man for him--the likes of ye.

Morning to ye, shipmates, morning! Oh! when ye get there, tell 'em I've concluded not to make one of 'em." "Ah, my dear fellow, you can't fool us that way--you can't fool us.

It is the easiest thing in the world for a man to look as if he had a great secret in him." "Morning to ye, shipmates, morning." "Morning it is," said I."Come along, Queequeg, let's leave this crazy man.