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chapter-049		chapter-049			.txt	text/plain	943	49	78	Queequeg and I were mildly employed weaving what is called a sword-mat, long yarns of the warp, using my own hand for the shuttle, and as between the threads, and idly looking off upon the water, carelessly necessity; and here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle Queequeg's impulsive, indifferent sword, sometimes hitting the woof sword, thought I, which thus finally shapes and fashions both warp and Thus we were weaving and weaving away when I started at a sound so of free will dropped from my hand, and I stood gazing up at the clouds whalemen's look-outs perched as high in the air; but from few of those "There go flukes!" was now the cry from Tashtego; and the whales Tashtego reporting that the whales had gone down heading to So look the long line of man-of-war's men about	./cache/chapter-049.txt	./txt/chapter-049.txt