CHAPTER CXXII. MIDNIGHT ALOFT--THUNDER AND LIGHTNING


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!"




