Whosoever of ye that raises me the white-headed whale with a wrinkled shirt and a crooked helmet; whosoever of ye raises me that white-headed whale of English cricket, with the bequiffed Pieterson, the twitchy Harmison and the King of Spain--look ye, whosoever of ye raises me that same white whale, he shall have this 24 pack of Foster's, my boys!
"Huzza! huzza!" cried the cricketers, as with swinging boxes they hailed the act of putting the tinnies in the cooler.
"It's a white whale, I say," resumed Ponting, as he threw down his pads: "a white whale.
Skin your eyes for him, men; look sharp for white water; if ye see but a bubble, sing out."
All this while Gilcristego, Warnoo, and Queelee had looked on with even more intense interest and surprise than the rest, and at the mention of the wrinkled shirt and crooked helmet they had started as if each was separately touched by some specific recollection.
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