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Call me Isheael. Some year ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no interest me on shore ,I thought I would .It is a way I have of driving off the spleen ,and regulating the circulation.Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;whenever it is a damp,drizzly November in my soul.

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Chapter?1?Loomings Chapter?2?The?Carpet-Bag Chapter?3?The?Spouter?–Inn Chapter?4?The?Counterpane Chapter?5?Breakfast Chapter?6?The?Chapel Chapter?7?The?Pulpit Chapter?8?The?Pulpit Chapter?9?The?Sermon Chapter?10?A?Bosom?Friend Chapter?11?Nightgown Chapter?12?Biographical Chapter?13?Wheelbarrow Chapter?14?Nantucket Chapter?15?Chowder Chapter?16?The?Ship Chapter?17?The?Ramadan Chapter?18?His?Mark Chapter?19?The?Prophet Chapter?20?AllAstir Chapter?21?Going?Aboard ……