“He sleeps in his boots, don’t he? He hasn’t got any hammock; but I’ve seen him lay of nights in a coil of rigging.”
“No doubt, and it’s because of his cursed tail; he coils it down, do ye see, in the eye of the rigging.”
Chapter 73, Stubb and Flask kill a Right Whale; and Then Have a Talk over Him · verse 10
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