among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field.

Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year’s scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths — Starbuck!”

But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.

Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side; but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there. Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.