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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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Chapter 122 of 136

Chapter 122. Midnight Aloft.—thunder And Lightning.

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The main-top-sail yard.—Tashtego passing new lashings around it.

“Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What’s the use of thunder? Um, um, um. We don’t want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum. Um, um, um!”