Sighed Elijah. Morning Tea.

When we drew nigh the wharf, there are some sailors running ahead there, if i see right, said i to queequeg. It can't be shadows. She's off by sunrise, i guess. On avast, cried a voice, whose owner, at the same time, coming close behind us, laid a hand upon both our shoulders,. Then insinuating himself between us, stood stooping forward a little in the uncertain twilight, strangely peering from queequEG to me. It was elijah, going aboard. He asked did ye see anything looking like men going towards that ship a while ago? Struck by this plain matter of fact question, i