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chapter-112		chapter-112			.txt	text/plain	2280	103	79	long-lingering days, till there seemed but little left of him but his saw creeping over the face of poor Queequeg, as he quietly lay in his chanced to see certain little canoes of dark wood, like the rich to him, being a whaleman, that like a whale-boat these coffin-canoes on deck began to drive the coffin away, Queequeg, to every one's Leaning over in his hammock, Queequeg long regarded the coffin with an Queequeg in his coffin with little but his composed countenance in Now, Queequeg, die; and I'll beat ye your Queequeg dies game!--mind ye but base little Pip, he died a coward; During all this, Queequeg lay with closed eyes, as if in a dream. that his coffin was proved a good fit, Queequeg suddenly rallied; soon generally speaking, a sick savage is almost half-well again in a day. when one morning turning away from surveying poor Queequeg--"Oh,	./cache/chapter-112.txt	./txt/chapter-112.txt