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!”