Part 11 out of 12
aloft to that heaven, whose live vividness but scorches him,
as these old eyes are even now scorched with thy light, O sun!
Level by nature to this earth's horizon are the glances of man's eyes;
not shot from the crown of his head, as if God had meant
him to gaze on his firmament. Curse thee, thou quadrant!"
dashing it to the deck, "no longer will I guide my earthly way
by thee; the level ship's compass, and the level deadreckoning,
by log and by line; these shall conduct me, and show me my place
on the sea. Aye," lighting from the boat to the deck, "thus I
trample on thee, thou paltry thing that feebly pointest on high;
thus I split and destroy thee!"
As the frantic old man thus spoke and thus trampled with his live
and dead feet, a sneering triumph that seemed meant for Ahab,
and a fatalistic despair that seemed meant for himself--
these passed over the mute, motionless Parsee's face.
Unobserved he rose and glided away; while, awestruck by the aspect
of their commander, the seamen clustered together on the forecastle,
till Ahab, troubledly pacing the deck, shouted out--"To the braces!
Up helm!--square in!"
In an instant the yards swung round; and as the ship half-wheeled
upon her heel, her three firm-seated graceful masts erectly poised
upon her long, ribbed hull, seemed as the three Horatii pirouetting
on one sufficient steed.
Standing between the knight-heads, Starbuck watched the Pequod's
tumultuous way, and Ahab's also, as he went lurching along the deck.
"I have sat before the dense coal fire and watched it all aglow,
full of its tormented flaming life; and I have seen it wane
at last, down, down, to dumbest dust. Old man of oceans!
of all this fiery life of thine, what will at length remain
but one little heap of ashes!"
"Aye," cried Stubb, "but sea-coal ashes--mind ye that, Mr. Starbuck--
sea-coal, not your common charcoal. Well, well! I heard
Ahab mutter, 'Here some one thrusts these cards into these old
hands of mine; swears that I must play them, and no others.'
And damn me, Ahab, but thou actest right; live in the game,
and die in it!"
Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger
of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure.
Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders:
gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame
northern lands. So, too, it is, that in these resplendent
Japanese seas the mariner encounters the direst of all storms,
the Typhoon. It will sometimes burst from out that cloudless sky,
like an exploding bomb upon a dazed and sleepy town.
Towards evening of that day, the Pequod was torn of her canvas,
and bare-poled was left to fight a Typhoon which had struck
her directly ahead. When darkness came on, sky and sea roared
and split with the thunder, and blazed with the lightning,
that showed the disabled mast fluttering here and there
with the rags which the first fury of the tempest had left
for its after sport.
Holding by a shroud, Starbuck was standing on the quarter-deck;
at every flash of the lightning glancing aloft, to see
what additional disaster might have befallen the intricate
hamper there; while Stubb and Flask were directing the men
in the higher hoisting and firmer lashing of the boats.
But all their pains seemed naught. Though lifted to the very top
of the cranes, the windward quarter boat (Ahab's) did not escape.
A great rolling sea, dashing high up against the reeling ship's
high teetering side, stove in the boat's bottom at the stern,
and left it again, all dripping through like a sieve.
"Bad work, bad work! Mr. Starbuck," said Stubb, regarding the wreck,
"but the sea will have its way. Stubb, for one, can't fight it.
You see, Mr. Starbuck, a wave has such a great long start before it leaps,
all round the world it runs, and then comes the spring! But as for me,
all the start I have to meet it, is just across the deck here.
But never mind; it's all in fun: so the old song says;"--(sings.)
Oh! jolly is the gale,
And a joker is the whale,
A' flourishin' his tail,--
Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky
lad, is the Ocean, oh!
The scud all a flyin',
That's his flip only foamin';
When he stirs in the spicin',--
Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky
lad, is the Ocean, oh!
Thunder splits the ships,
But he only smacks his lips,
A tastin' of this flip,--
Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky
lad, is the Ocean, oh!
"Avast Stubb," cried Starbuck, "let the Typhoon sing, and strike
his harp here in our rigging; but if thou art a brave man thou
wilt hold thy peace."
"But I am not a brave man; never said I was a brave man;
I am a coward; and I sing to keep up my spirits.
And I tell you what it is, Mr. Starbuck, there's no way
to stop my singing in this world but to cut my throat.
And when that's done, ten to one I sing ye the doxology
for a wind-up."
"Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own."
"What! how can you see better of a dark night than anybody else,
never mind how foolish?"
"Here!" cried Starbuck, seizing Stubb by the shoulder, and pointing
his hand towards the weather bow, "markest thou not that the gale
comes from the eastward, the very course Ahab is to run for Moby Dick?
the very course he swung to this day noon? now mark his boat there;
where is that stove? In the stern-sheets, man; where he is wont to stand--
his stand-point is stove, man! Now jump overboard, and sing away,
if thou must!
"I don't half understand ye: what's in the wind?"
"Yes, yes, round the Cape of Good Hope is the shortest way to Nantucket,"
soliloquized Starbuck suddenly, heedless of Stubb's question.
"The gale that now hammers at us to stave us, we can turn it into a fair
wind that will drive us towards home. Yonder, to windward, all is
blackness of doom; but to leeward, homeward--I see it lightens up there;
but not with the lightning."
At that moment in one of the intervals of profound darkness,
following the flashes, a voice was heard at his side; and almost
at the same instant a volley of thunder peals rolled overhead.
"Old Thunder!" said Ahab, groping his way along the bulwarks
to his pivot-hole; but suddenly finding his path made plain
to him by elbowed lances of fire.
Now, as the lightning rod to a spire on shore is intended to carry off
the perilous fluid into the soil; so the kindred rod which at sea some
ships carry to each mast, is intended to conduct it into the water.
But as this conductor must descend to considerable depth,
that its end may avoid all contact with the hull; and as moreover,
if kept constantly towing there, it would be liable to many mishaps,
besides interfering not a little with some of the rigging, and more
or less impeding the vessel's way in the water; because of all this,
the lower parts of a ship's lightning-rods are not always overboard;
but are generally made in long slender links, so as to be the more
readily hauled up into the chains outside, or thrown down into the sea,
as occasion may require.
"The rods! the rods!" cried Starbuck to the crew, suddenly admonished
to vigilance by the vivid lightning that had just been darting flambeaux,
to light Ahab to his post. "Are they overboard? drop them over,
fore and aft. Quick!"
"Avast!" cried Ahab; "let's have fair play here, though we be
the weaker side. Yet I'll contribute to raise rods on the Himmalehs
and Andes, that all the world may be secured; but out on privileges!
Let them be, sir."
"Look aloft!" cried Starbuck. "The corpusants! the corpusants!
All the yard-arms were tipped with a pallid fire; and touched at
each tri-pointed lightning-rod-end with three tapering white flames,
each of the three tall masts was silently burning in that sulphurous air,
like three gigantic wax tapers before an altar.
"Blast the boat! let it go!" cried Stubb at this instant,
as a swashing sea heaved up under his own little craft so that its
gunwale violently jammed his hand, as he was passing a lashing.
"Blast it!"--but slipping backward on the deck, his uplifted eyes
caught the flames; and immediately shifting his tone he cried--"The
corpusants have mercy on us all!"
To sailors, oaths are household words; they will swear
in the trance of the calm, and in the teeth of the tempest;
they will imprecate curses from the topsail-yard-arms, when most
they teeter over to a seething sea; but in all my voyagings,
seldom have I heard a common oath when God's burning finger has
been laid on the ship; when His "Mene, Mene, Tekel Upharsin"
has been woven into the shrouds and the cordage.
While this pallidness was burning aloft, few words were heard from
the enchanted crew; who in one thick cluster stood on the forecastle,
all their eyes gleaming in that pale phosphorescence, like a faraway
constellation of stars. Relieved against the ghostly light,
the gigantic jet negro, Daggoo, loomed up to thrice his real stature,
and seemed the black cloud from which the thunder had come.
The parted mouth of Tashtego revealed his shark-white teeth,
which strangely gleamed as if they too had been tipped by corpusants;
while lit up by the preternatural light, Queequeg's tattooing burned
like Satanic blue flames on his body.
The tableau all waned at last with the pallidness aloft; and once
more the Pequod and every soul on her decks were wrapped in a pall.
A moment or two passed, when Starbuck, going forward, pushed against
some one. It was Stubb. "What thinkest thou now, man; I heard thy cry;
it was not the same in the song."
"No, no, it wasn't; I said the corpusants have mercy on us all;
and I hope they will, still. But do they only have
mercy on long faces?--have they no bowels for a laugh?
And look ye, Mr. Starbuck--but it's too dark to look.
Hear me, then; I take that mast-head flame we saw for a sign
of good luck; for those masts are rooted in a hold that is
going to be chock a' block with sperm-oil, d'ye see; and so,
all that sperm will work up into the masts, like sap in a tree.
Yes, our three masts will yet be as three spermaceti candles--
that's the good promise we saw."
At that moment Starbuck caught sight of Stubb's face slowly
beginning to glimmer into sight. Glancing upwards, he cried:
"See! see!" and once more the high tapering flames were beheld
with what seemed redoubled supernaturalness in their pallor.
"The corpusants have mercy on us all," cried Stubb, again.
At the base of the main-mast, full beneath the doubloon and the flame,
the Parsee was kneeling in Ahab's front, but with his head bowed away
from him; while near by, from the arched and overhanging rigging,
where they had just been engaged securing a spar, a number of the seamen,
arrested by the glare, now cohered together, and hung pendulous,
like a knot of numbed wasps from a drooping, orchard twig.
In various enchanted attitudes like the standing, or stepping,
or running skeletons in Herculaneum, others remained rooted to the deck;
but all their eyes upcast.
"Aye, aye, men!" cried Ahab. "Look up at it; mark it well;
the white flame but lights the way to the White Whale! Hand me
those mainmast links there; I would fain feel this pulse,
and let mine beat against it; blood against fire! So."
Then turning--the last link held fast in his left hand, he put his foot
upon the Parsee; and with fixed upward eye, and high-flung right arm,
he stood erect before the lofty tri-pointed trinity of flames.
"Oh! thou clear spirit of clear fire, whom on these seas I as
Persian once did worship, till in the sacramental act so burned
by thee, that to this hour I bear the scar; I now know thee,
thou clear spirit, and I now know that thy right worship
is defiance. To neither love nor reverence wilt thou be kind;
and e'en for hate thou canst but kill; and all are killed.
No fearless fool now fronts thee. I own thy speechless,
placeless power; but to the last gasp of my earthquake life
will dispute its unconditional, unintegral mastery in me.
In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here.
Though but a point at best; whenceso'er I came; whereso'er I go;
yet while I earthly live, the queenly personality lives in me,
and feels her royal rights. But war is pain, and hate is woe.
Come in thy lowest form of love, and I will kneel and kiss thee;
but at thy highest, come as mere supernal power; and though
thou launchest navies of full-freighted worlds, there's that in
here that still remains indifferent. Oh, thou clear spirit,
of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire,
I breathe it back to thee."
[Sudden, repeated flashes of lightning; the nine flames leap lengthwise
to thrice their previous height; Ahab, with the rest, closes his eyes,
his right hand pressed hard upon them.]
"I own thy speechless, placeless power; said I not so?
Nor was it wrung from me; nor do I now drop these links.
Thou canst blind; but I can then grope. Thou canst consume;
but I can then be ashes. Take the homage of these poor eyes,
and shutter-hands. I would not take it. The lightning
flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache;
my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some
stunning ground. Oh, oh! Yet blindfold, yet will I talk to thee.
Light though thou be, thou leapest out of darkness;
but I am darkness leaping out of light, leaping out of thee!
The javelins cease; open eyes; see, or not? There burn the flames!
Oh, thou magnanimous! now do I do glory in my genealogy.
But thou art but my fiery father; my sweet mother, I know not.
Oh, cruel! what hast thou done with her? There lies my puzzle;
but thine is greater. Thou knowest not how came ye,
hence callest thyself unbegotten; certainly knowest not
thy beginning, hence callest thyself unbegun. I know that of me,
which thou knowest not of thyself, oh, thou omnipotent.
There is some unsuffusing thing beyond thee, thou clear spirit,
to whom all thy eternity is but time, all thy creativeness mechanical.
Through thee, thy flaming self, my scorched eyes do dimly see it.
Oh, thou foundling fire, thou hermit immemorial, thou too
hast thy incommunicable riddle, thy unparticipated grief.
Here again with haughty agony, I read my sire. Leap! leap up,
and lick the sky! I leap with thee; I burn with thee;
would fain be welded with thee; defyingly I worship thee!"
"The boat! the boat!" cried Starbuck, "look at thy boat, old man!"
Ahab's harpoon, the one forged at Perth's fire, remained firmly
lashed in its conspicuous crotch, so that it projected beyond
his whale-boat's bow; but the sea that had stove its bottom had
caused the loose leather sheath to drop off; and from the keen
steel barb there now came a levelled flame of pale, forked fire.
As the silent harpoon burned there like a serpent's tongue,
Starbuck grasped Ahab by the arm--"God, God is against thee,
old man; forbear! 't is an ill voyage! ill begun, ill continued;
let me square the yards, while we may, old man, and make a fair
wind of it homewards, to go on a better voyage than this."
Overhearing Starbuck, the panic-stricken crew instantly
ran to the braces--though not a sail was left aloft.
For the moment all the aghast mate's thoughts seemed theirs;
they raised a half mutinous cry. But dashing the rattling
lightning links to the deck, and snatching the burning harpoon,
Ahab waved it like a torch among them; swearing to transfix
with it the first sailor that but cast loose a rope's end.
Petrified by his aspect, and still more shrinking from
the fiery dart that he held, the men fell back in dismay,
and Ahab again spoke:--
"All your oaths to hunt the White Whale are as binding as mine;
and heart, soul, and body, lungs and life, old Ahab is bound.
And that ye may know to what tune this heart beats: look ye here;
thus I blow out the last fear!" And with one blast of his breath
he extinguished the flame.
As in the hurricane that sweeps the plain, men fly the neighborhood
of some lone, gigantic elm, whose very height and strength but render it
so much the more unsafe, because so much the more a mark for thunderbolts;
so at those last words of Ahab's many of the mariners did run from him
in a terror of dismay.
The Deck Toward the End of the First Night Watch
Ahab standing by the helm. Starbuck approaching him.
We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. The band is working
loose and the lee lift is half-stranded. Shall I strike it, sir?"
"Strike nothing; lash it. If I had sky-sail poles, I'd sway
them up now."
"Sir!--in God's name!--sir?"
"The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get them inboard?"
"Strike nothing, and stir nothing but lash everything. The wind rises,
but it has not got up to my table-lands yet. Quick, and see to it.--
By masts and keels! he takes me for the hunchbacked skipper of some
coasting smack. Send down my main-top-sail yard! Ho, gluepots!
Loftiest trucks were made for wildest winds, and this brain-truck
of mine now sails amid the cloud-scud. Shall I strike that?
Oh, none but cowards send down their brain-trucks in tempest time.
What a hooroosh aloft there! I would e'en take it for sublime,
did I not know that the colic is a noisy malady. Oh, take medicine,
Midnight - The Forecastle Bulwarks
Stubb and Flask mounted on them, and passing additional lashings
over the anchors there hanging.
No, Stubb; you may pound that knot there as much as you please,
but you will never pound into me what you were just now saying.
And how long ago is it since you said the very contrary?
Didn't you once say that whatever ship Ahab sails in,
that ship should pay something extra on its insurance policy,
just as though it were loaded with powder barrels aft and boxes
of lucifers forward? Stop, now; didn't you say so?"
"Well, suppose I did? What then! I've part changed my flesh
since that time, why not my mind? Besides, supposing we
are loaded with powder barrels aft and lucifers forward;
how the devil could the lucifers get afire in this drenching
spray here? Why, my little man, you have pretty red hair,
but you couldn't get afire now. Shake yourself; you're Aquarius,
or the water-bearer, Flask; might fill pitchers at your
coat collar. Don't you see, then, that for these extra
risks the Marine Insurance companies have extra guarantees?
Here are hydrants, Flask. But hark, again, and I'll answer
ye the other thing. First take your leg off from the crown
of the anchor here, though, so I can pass the rope; now listen.
What's the mighty difference between holding a mast's
lightning-rod in the storm, and standing close by a mast
that hasn't got any lightning-rod at all in a storm?
Don't you see, you timber-head, that no harm can come
to the holder of the rod, unless the mast is first struck?
What are you talking about, then? Not one ship in a hundred
carries rods, and Ahab,--aye, man, and all of us,--were in no
more danger then, in my poor opinion, than all the crews in ten
thousand ships now sailing the seas. Why, you King-Post, you,
I suppose you would have every man in the world go about with a small
lightning-rod running up the corner of his hat, like a militia
officer's skewered feather, and trailing behind like his sash.
Why don't ye be sensible, Flask? it's easy to be sensible;
why don't ye, then? any man with half an eye can be sensible."
"I don't know that, Stubb. You sometimes find it rather hard."
"Yes, when a fellow's soaked through, it's hard to be sensible,
that's a fact. And I am about drenched with this spray. Never mind;
catch the turn there, and pass it. Seems to me we are lashing down
these anchors now as if they were never going to be used again.
Tying these two anchors here, Flask, seems like tying a man's hands
behind him. And what big generous hands they are, to be sure.
These are your iron fists, hey? What a hold they have, too!
I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere;
if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable, though.
There, hammer that knot down, and we've done. So; next to
touching land, lighting on deck is the most satisfactory.
I say, just wring out my jacket skirts, will ye? Thank ye.
They laugh at long-togs so, Flask; but seems to me,
a long-tailed coat ought always to be worn in all storms afloat.
The tails tapering down that way, serve to carry off the water,
d'ye see. Same with cocked hats; the cocks form gable-end
eave-troughs, Flask. No more monkey-jackets and tarpaulins for me;
I must mount a swallow-tail, and drive down a beaver; so.
Halloa! whew! there goes my tarpaulin overboard; Lord, Lord,
that the winds that come from heaven should be so unmannerly!
This is a nasty night, lad."
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!"
During the most violent shocks of the Typhoon, the man at the Pequod's
jaw-bone tiller had several times been reelingly hurled to the deck by its
spasmodic motions even though preventer tackles had been attached to it--
for they were slack--because some play to the tiller was indispensable.
In a severe gale like this, while the ship is but a tossed
shuttlecock to the blast, it is by no means uncommon to see
the needles in the compasses, at intervals, go round and round.
It was thus with the Pequod's; at almost every shock the helmsman
had not failed to notice the whirling velocity with which they
revolved upon the cards; it is a sight that hardly anyone can
behold without some sort of unwonted emotion.
Some hours after midnight, the Typhoon abated so much,
that through the strenuous exertions of Starbuck and Stubb--
one engaged forward and the other aft--the shivered remnants of
the jib and fore and main-top-sails were cut adrift from the spars,
and went eddying away to leeward, like the feathers of an albatross,
which sometimes are cast to the winds when that storm-tossed bird
is on the wing.
The three corresponding new sails were now bent and reefed,
and a storm-trysail was set further aft; so that the ship soon
went through the water with some precision again; and the course--
for the present, East-south-east--which he was to steer, if practicable,
was once more given to the helmsman. For during the violence
of the gale, he had only steered according to its vicissitudes.
But as he was now bringing the ship as near her course as possible,
watching the compass meanwhile, lo! a good sign! the wind seemed
coming round astern; aye, the foul breeze became fair!
Instantly the yards were squared, to the lively song of "Ho!
the fair wind! oh-ye-ho cheerly, men!" the crew singing for joy,
that so promising an event should so soon have falsified the evil
portents preceding it.
In compliance with the standing order of his commander--
to report immediately, and at any one of the twenty-four hours,
any decided change in the affairs of the deck,--Starbuck had
no sooner trimmed the yards to the breeze--however reluctantly
and gloomily,--than he mechanically went below to apprise
Captain Ahab of the circumstance.
Ere knocking at his state-room, he involuntarily paused before it
a moment. The cabin lamp--taking long swings this way and that--
was burning fitfully, and casting fitful shadows upon the old
man's bolted door,--a thin one, with fixed blinds inserted,
in place of upper panels. The isolated subterraneousness
of the cabin made a certain humming silence to reign there,
though it was hooped round by all the roar of the elements.
The loaded muskets in the rack were shiningly revealed,
as they stood upright against the forward bulkhead.
Starbuck was an honest, upright man; but out of Starbuck's heart,
at that instant when he saw the muskets, there strangely
evolved an evil thought; but so blent with its neutral or good
accompaniments that for the instant he hardly knew it for itself.
"He would have shot me once," he murmured, "yes, there's the very
musket that he pointed at me;--that one with the studded stock;
let me touch it--lift it. Strange, that I, who have
handled so many deadly lances, strange, that I should shake
so now. Loaded? I must see. Aye, aye; and powder in the pan;--
that's not good. Best spill it?--wait. I'll cure myself of this.
I'll hold the musket boldly while I think.--I come to report
a fair wind to him. But how fair? Fair for death and doom,--
that's fair for Moby Dick. It's a fair wind that's only fair for
that accursed fish.--The very tube he pointed at me!--the very one;
this one--I hold it here; he would have killed me with the very
thing I handle now.--Aye and he would fain kill all his crew.
Does he not say he will not strike his spars to any gale?
Has he not dashed his heavenly quadrant? and in these same
perilous seas, gropes he not his way by mere dead reckoning
of the error-abounding log? and in this very Typhoon, did he not
swear that he would have no lightning-rods? But shall this crazed
old man be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship's company down
to doom with him?--Yes, it would make him the wilful murderer
of thirty men and more, if this ship come to any deadly harm;
and come to deadly harm, my soul swears this ship will,
if Ahab have his way. If, then, he were this instant--
put aside, that crime would not be his. Ha! is he muttering
in his sleep? Yes, just there,--in there, he's sleeping.
Sleeping? aye, but still alive, and soon awake again.
I can't withstand thee, then, old man. Not reasoning;
not remonstrance; not entreaty wilt thou hearken to;
all this thou scornest. Flat obedience to thy own flat commands,
this is all thou breathest. Aye, and say'st the men have vow'd
thy vow; say'st all of us are Ahabs. Great God forbid!--
But is there no other way? no lawful way?--Make him a prisoner
to be taken home? What! hope to wrest this old man's living
power from his own living hands? Only a fool would try it.
Say he were pinioned even; knotted all over with ropes
and hawsers; chained down to ring-bolts on this cabin floor;
he would be more hideous than a caged tiger, then. I could
not endure the sight; could not possibly fly his howlings;
all comfort, sleep itself, inestimable reason would leave me
on the long intolerable voyage. What, then, remains? The land
is hundreds of leagues away, and locked Japan the nearest.
I stand alone here upon an open sea, with two oceans and a
whole continent between me and law.--Aye, aye, 'tis so.--
Is heaven a murderer when its lightning strikes a would-be
murderer in his bed, tindering sheets and skin together?--
And would I be a murderer, then, if"--and slowly, stealthily,
and half sideways looking, he placed the loaded musket's end
against the door.
"On this level, Ahab's hammock swings within; his head this way.
A touch, and Starbuck may survive to hug his wife and child again.--
Oh Mary! Mary!--boy! boy! boy!--But if I wake thee not to death,
old man, who can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck's body this day
week may sink, with all the crew! Great God, where art Thou? Shall I?
shall I?--The wind has gone down and shifted, sir; the fore and main
topsails are reefed and set! she heads her course."
"Stern all! Oh Moby Dick, I clutch thy heart at last!"
Such were the sounds that now came hurtling from out the old man's
tormented sleep, as if Starbuck's voice had caused the long dumb
dream to speak.
The yet levelled musket shook like a drunkard's arm against the panel;
Starbuck seemed wrestling with an angel, but turning from the door,
he placed the death-tube in its rack, and left the place.
"He's too sound asleep, Mr. Stubb; go thou down, and wake him,
and tell him. I must see to the deck here. Thou know'st
what to say."
Next morning the not-yet-subsided sea rolled in long slow
billows of mighty bulk, and striving in the Pequod's
gurgling track, pushed her on like giants' palms outspread.
The strong unstaggering breeze abounded so, that sky and air
seemed vast outbellying sails; the whole world boomed before
the wind. Muffled in the full morning light, the invisible
sun was only known by the spread intensity of his place;
where his bayonet rays moved on in stacks. Emblazonings, as of
crowned Babylonian kings and queens, reigned over everything.
The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, that bubblingly leaps
with light and heat.
Long maintaining an enchanted silence, Ahab stood apart; and every
time the teetering ship loweringly pitched down her bowsprit,
he turned to eye the bright sun's rays produced ahead;
and when she profoundly settled by the stern, he turned behind,
and saw the sun's rearward place, and how the same yellow rays
were blending with his undeviating wake.
"Ha, ha, my ship! thou mightest well be taken now for the sea-chariot of
the sun. Ho, ho! all ye nations before my prow, I bring the sun to ye!
Yoke on the further billows; hallo! a tandem, I drive the sea!"
But suddenly reined back by some counter thought, he hurried towards
the helm, huskily demanding how the ship was heading.
"East-sou-east, sir," said the frightened steersman.
"Thou liest!" smiting him with his clenched fist.
"Heading East at this hour in the morning, and the sun astern?"
Upon this every soul was confounded; for the phenomenon just
then observed by Ahab had unaccountably escaped every one else;
but its very blinding palpableness must have been the cause.
Thrusting his head half-way into the binnacle, Ahab caught
one glimpse of the compasses; his uplifted arm slowly fell;
for a moment he almost seemed to stagger. Standing behind
him Starbuck looked, and lo! the two compasses pointed East,
and the Pequod was as infallibly going West.
But ere the first wild alarm could get out abroad among the crew, the old
man with a rigid laugh exclaimed, "I have it! It has happened before.
Mr. Starbuck, last night's thunder turned our compasses--that's all.
Thou hast before now heard of such a thing, I take it."
"Aye; but never before has it happened to me, sir," said the
pale mate, gloomily.
Here, it must needs be said, that accidents like this have
in more than one case occurred to ships in violent storms.
The magnetic energy, as developed in the mariner's needle, is,
as all know, essentially one with the electricity beheld in heaven;
hence it is not to be much marvelled at, that such things should be.
In instances where the lightning has actually struck the vessel,
so as to smite down some of the spars and rigging, the effect upon
the needle has at times been still more fatal; all its loadstone
virtue being annihilated, so that the before magnetic steel was of no
more use than an old wife's knitting needle. But in either case,
the needle never again, of itself, recovers the original virtue
thus marred or lost; and if the binnacle compasses be affected,
the same fate reaches all the others that may be in the ship;
even were the lowermost one inserted into the kelson.
Deliberately standing before the binnacle, and eyeing
the transpointed compasses, the old man, with the sharp
of his extended hand, now took the precise bearing of the sun,
and satisfied that the needles were exactly inverted, shouted out
his orders for the ship's course to be changed accordingly.
The yards were hard up; and once more the Pequod thrust her
undaunted bows into the opposing wind, for the supposed fair
one had only been juggling her.
Meanwhile, whatever were his own secret thoughts, Starbuck
said nothing, but quietly he issued all requisite orders;
while Stubb and Flask--who in some small degree seemed then
to be sharing his feelings--likewise unmurmuringly acquiesced.
As for the men, though some of them lowly rumbled, their fear
of Ahab was greater than their fear of Fate. But as ever before,
the pagan harpooneers remained almost wholly unimpressed;
or if impressed, it was only with a certain magnetism shot
into their congenial hearts from inflexible Ahab's.
For a space the old man walked the deck in rolling reveries.
But chancing to slip with his ivory heel, he saw the crushed
copper sight-tubes of the quadrant he had the day before dashed
to the deck.
"Thou poor, proud heaven-gazer and sun's pilot! yesterday I
wrecked thee, and to-day the compasses would fain have wrecked me.
So, so. But Ahab is lord over the level loadstone yet.
Mr. Starbuck--a lance without the pole; a top-maul, and the smallest
of the sail-maker's needles. Quick!"
Accessory, perhaps, to the impulse dictating the thing he was now about
to do, were certain prudential motives, whose object might have been
to revive the spirits of his crew by a stroke of his subtile skill,
in a matter so wondrous as that of the inverted compasses.
Besides, the old man well knew that to steer by transpointed needles,
though clumsily practicable, was not a thing to be passed over by
superstitious sailors, without some shudderings and evil portents.
"Men," said he, steadily turning upon the crew, as the mate
handed him the things he had demanded, "my men, the thunder
turned old Ahab's needles; but out of this bit of steel Ahab
can make one of his own, that will point as true as any."
Abashed glances of servile wonder were exchanged by the sailors,
as this was said; and with fascinated eyes they awaited whatever
magic might follow. But Starbuck looked away.
With a blow from the top-maul Ahab knocked off the steel head of
the lance, and then handing to the mate the long iron rod remaining,
bade him hold it upright, without its touching the deck.
Then, with the maul, after repeatedly smiting the upper end of this
iron rod, he placed the blunted needle endwise on the top of it,
and less strongly hammered that, several times, the mate still holding
the rod as before. Then going through some small strange motions
with it--whether indispensable to the magnetizing of the steel,
or merely intended to augment the awe of the crew, is uncertain--
he called for linen thread; and moving to the binnacle, slipped out
the two reversed needles there, and horizontally suspended the
sail-needle by its middle, over one of the compass cards. At first,
the steel went round and round, quivering and vibrating at either end;
but at last it settled to its place, when Ahab, who had been intently
watching for this result, stepped frankly back from the binnacle,
and pointing his stretched arm towards it, exclaimed,--"Look ye,
for yourselves, if Ahab be not the lord of the level loadstone!
The sun is East, and that compass swears it!"
One after another they peered in, for nothing but their own eyes
could persuade such ignorance as theirs, and one after another
they slunk away.
In his fiery eyes of scorn and triumph, you then saw Ahab
in all his fatal pride.
The Log and Line
While now the fated Pequod had been so long afloat this voyage,
the log and line had but very seldom been in use.
Owing to a confident reliance upon other means of determining
the vessel's place, some merchantmen, and many whalemen,
especially when cruising, wholly neglect to heave the log;
though at the same time, and frequently more for form's sake
than anything else, regularly putting down upon the customary
slate the course steered by the ship, as well as the presumed
average rate of progression every hour. It had been thus
with the Pequod. The wooden reel and angular log attached hung,
long untouched, just beneath the railing of the after bulwarks.
Rains and spray had damped it; the sun and wind had warped it;
all the elements had combined to rot a thing that hung so idly.
But heedless of all this, his mood seized Ahab, as he happened
to glance upon the reel, not many hours after the magnet scene,
and he remembered how his quadrant was no more, and recalled
his frantic oath about the level log and line. The ship was
sailing plungingly; astern the billows rolled in riots.
"Forward, there! Heave the log!"
Two seamen came. The golden-hued Tahitian and the grizzly Manxman.
"Take the reel, one of ye, I'll heave."
They went towards the extreme stern, on the ship's lee side,
where the deck, with the oblique energy of the wind, was now
almost dipping into the creamy, sidelong-rushing sea.
The Manxman took the reel, and holding it high up, by the projecting
handle-ends of the spindle, round which the spool of line revolved,
so stood with the angular log hanging downwards, till Ahab
advanced to him.
Ahab stood before him, and was lightly unwinding some thirty
or forty turns to form a preliminary hand-coil to toss overboard,
when the old Manxman, who was intently eyeing both him and the line,
made bold to speak.
"Sir, I mistrust it; this line looks far gone, long heat and wet
have spoiled it."
"'Twill hold, old gentleman. Long heat and wet, have they spoiled thee?
Thou seem'st to hold. Or, truer perhaps, life holds thee; not thou it."
"I hold the spool, sir. But just as my captain says.
With these grey hairs of mine 'tis not worth while disputing,
'specially with a superior, who'll ne'er confess."
"What's that? There now's a patched professor in Queen Nature's
granite-founded College; but methinks he's too subservient.
Where wert thou born?"
"In the little rocky Isle of Man, sir."
"Excellent! Thou'st hit the world by that."
"I know not, sir, but I was born there."
"In the Isle of Man, hey? Well, the other way, it's good.
Here's a man from Man; a man born in once independent Man, and now
unmanned of Man; which is sucked in--by what? Up with the reel!
The dead, blind wall butts all inquiring heads at last.
Up with it! So."
The log was heaved. The loose coils rapidly straightened out in a long
dragging line astern, and then, instantly, the reel began to whirl.
In turn, jerkingly raised and lowered by the rolling billows, the towing
resistance of the log caused the old reelman to stagger strangely.
Snap! the overstrained line sagged down in one long festoon;
the tugging log was gone.
"I crush the quadrant, the thunder turns the needles,
and now the mad sea parts the log-line. But Ahab can mend all.
Haul in here, Tahitian; reel up, Manxman. And look ye,
let the carpenter make another log, and mend thou the line.
See to it."
"There he goes now; to him nothing's happened; but to me,
the skewer seems loosening out of the middle of the world.
Haul in, haul in, Tahitian! These lines run whole, and whirling out:
come in broken, and dragging slow. Ha, Pip? come to help; eh, Pip?"
"Pip? whom call ye Pip? Pip jumped from the whaleboat.
Pip's missing. Let's see now if ye haven't fished him
up here, fisherman. It drags hard; I guess he's holding on.
Jerk him, Tahiti! Jerk him off we haul in no cowards here.
Ho! there's his arm just breaking water. A hatchet! a hatchet!
cut it off--we haul in no cowards here. Captain Ahab! sir,
sir! here's Pip, trying to get on board again."
"Peace, thou crazy loon," cried the Manxman, seizing him by the arm.
"Away from the quarter-deck!"
"The greater idiot ever scolds the lesser," muttered Ahab, advancing.
"Hands off from that holiness! Where sayest thou Pip was, boy?
"Astern there, sir, astern! Lo! lo!"
"And who art thou, boy? I see not my reflection in the vacant pupils
of thy eyes. Oh God! that man should be a thing for immortal souls
to sieve through! Who art thou, boy?"
"Bell-boy, sir; ship's-crier; ding, dong, ding! Pip! Pip! Pip! One
hundred pounds of clay reward for Pip; five feet high--looks cowardly--
quickest known by that! Ding, dong, ding! Who's seen Pip the coward?"
"There can be no hearts above the snow-line. Oh, ye frozen
heavens! look down here. Ye did beget this luckless child,
and have abandoned him, ye creative libertines. Here, boy;
Ahab's cabin shall be Pip's home henceforth, while Ahab lives.
Thou touchest my inmost centre, boy; thou art tied to me by cords
woven of my heart-strings. Come, let's down."
"What's this? here's velvet shark-skin," intently gazing at Ahab's hand,
and feeling it. "Ah, now, had poor Pip but felt so kind a thing as this,
perhaps he had ne'er been lost! This seems to me, sir, as a man-rope;
something that weak souls may hold by. Oh, sir, let old Perth now come
and rivet these two hands together; the black one with the white,
for I will not let this go."
"Oh, boy, nor will I thee, unless I should thereby drag thee
to worse horrors than are here. Come, then, to my cabin.
Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man all ill,
lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of suffering man;
and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full
of the sweet things of love and gratitude. Come! I feel prouder
leading thee by thy black hand, than though I grasped an Emperor's!"
"There go two daft ones now," muttered the old Manxman.
"One daft with strength, the other daft with weakness.
But here's the end of the rotten line--all dripping, too.
Mend it, eh? I think we had best have a new line altogether.
I'll see Mr. Stubb about it."
Steering now south-eastward by Ahab's levelled steel,
and her progress solely determined by Ahab's level log and line;
the Pequod held on her path towards the Equator. Making so long
a passage through such unfrequented waters, descrying no ships,
and ere long, sideways impelled by unvarying trade winds,
over waves monotonously mild; all these seemed the strange calm
things preluding some riotous and desperate scene.
At last, when the ship drew near to the outskirts, as it were,
of the Equatorial fishing-ground, and in the deep darkness that
goes before the dawn, was sailing by a cluster of rocky islets;
the watch--then headed by Flask--was startled by a cry so plaintively
wild and unearthly--like half-articulated wailings of the ghosts
of all Herod's murdered Innocents--that one and all, they started
from their reveries, and for the space of some moments stood,
or sat, or leaned all transfixed by listening, like the carved
Roman slave, while that wild cry remained within hearing.
The Christian or civilized part of the crew said it was mermaids,
and shuddered; but the pagan harpooneers remained unappalled.
Yet the grey Manxman--the oldest mariner of all--declared that
the wild thrilling sounds that were heard, were the voices of newly
drowned men in the sea.
Below in his hammock, Ahab did not hear of this till grey dawn,
when he came to the deck; it was then recounted to him by Flask,
not unaccompanied with hinted dark meanings. He hollowly laughed,
and thus explained the wonder.
Those rocky islands the ship had passed were the resort of great numbers
of seals, and some young seals that had lost their dams, or some dams
that had lost their cubs, must have risen nigh the ship and kept
company with her, crying and sobbing with their human sort of wail.
But this only the more affected some of them, because most mariners
cherish a very superstitious feeling about seals, arising not only from
their peculiar tones when in distress, but also from the human look
of their round heads and semi-intelligent faces, seen peeringly uprising
from the water alongside. In the sea, under certain circumstances,
seals have more than once been mistaken for men.
But the bodings of the crew were destined to receive a most plausible
confirmation in the fate of one of their number that morning.
At sun-rise this man went from his hammock to his mast-head at the fore;
and whether it was that he was not yet half waked from his sleep
(for sailors sometimes go aloft in a transition state), whether it
was thus with the man, there is now no telling; but, be that as it may,
he had not been long at his perch, when a cry was heard--a cry
and a rushing--and looking up, they saw a falling phantom in the air;
and looking down, a little tossed heap of white bubbles in the blue
of the sea.
The life-buoy--a long slender cask--was dropped from the stern, where it
always hung obedient to a cunning spring; but no hand rose to seize it,
and the sun having long beat upon this cask it had shrunken, so that it
slowly filled, and the parched wood also filled at its every pore;
and the studded iron-bound cask followed the sailor to the bottom,
as if to yield him his pillow, though in sooth but a hard one.
And thus the first man of the Pequod that mounted the mast
to look out for the White Whale, on the White Whale's own
peculiar ground; that man was swallowed up in the deep.
But few, perhaps, thought of that at the time. Indeed, in some sort,
they were not grieved at this event, at least as a portent;
for they regarded it, not as a fore-shadowing of evil in
the future, but as the fulfilment of an evil already presaged.
They declared that now they knew the reason of those wild
shrieks they had heard the night before. But again the old
Manxman said nay.
The lost life-buoy was now to be replaced; Starbuck was directed
to see to it; but as no cask of sufficient lightness could be found,
and as in the feverish eagerness of what seemed the approaching crisis
of the voyage, all hands were impatient of any toil but what was
directly connected with its final end, whatever that might prove
to be; therefore, they were going to leave the ship's stern unprovided
with a buoy, when by certain strange signs and inuendoes Queequeg
hinted a hint concerning his coffin.
"A life-buoy of a coffin!" cried Starbuck, starting.
"Rather queer, that, I should say," said Stubb.
"It will make a good enough one," said Flask, "the carpenter here can
arrange it easily."
"Bring it up; there's nothing else for it," said Starbuck,
after a melancholy pause. "Rig it, carpenter; do not look at me so--
the coffin, I mean. Dost thou hear me? Rig it."
"And shall I nail down the lid, sir?" moving his hand as with a hammer.
"And shall I caulk the seams, sir?" moving his hand as
with a caulking-iron.
"And shall I then pay over the same with pitch, sir?" moving his hand
as with a pitch-pot.
Away! What possesses thee to this? Make a life-buoy of the coffin,
and no more.--Mr. Stubb, Mr. Flask, come forward with me."
"He goes off in a huff. The whole he can endure; at the parts
he baulks. Now I don't like this. I make a leg for Captain Ahab,
and he wears it like a gentleman; but I make a bandbox for Queequeg,
and he won't put his head into it. Are all my pains to go for nothing
with that coffin? And now I'm ordered to make a life-buoy of it.
It's like turning an old coat; going to bring the flesh on
the other side now. I don't like this cobbling sort of business--
I don't like it at all; it's undignified; it's not my place.
Let tinkers' brats do tinkerings; we are their betters. I like to take
in hand none but clean, virgin, fair-and-square mathematical jobs,
something that regularly begins at the beginning, and is at the middle
when midway, and comes to an end at the conclusion; not a cobbler's job,
that's at an end in the middle, and at the beginning at the end.
It's the old woman's tricks to be giving cobbling jobs.
Lord! what an affection all old women have for tinkers. I know an old
woman of sixty-five who ran away with a bald-headed young tinker once.
And that's the reason I never would work for lonely widow old
women ashore when I kept my job-shop in the Vineyard; they might
have taken it into their lonely old heads to run off with me.
But heigh-ho! there are no caps at sea but snow-caps. Let me see.
Nail down the lid; caulk the seams; pay over the same with pitch;
batten them down tight, and hang it with the snap-spring over
the ship's stern. Were ever such things done before with a coffin?
Some superstitious old carpenters, now, would be tied up in the rigging,
ere they would do the job. But I'm made of knotty Aroostook hemlock;
I don't budge. Cruppered with a coffin! Sailing about with
a grave-yard tray! But never mind. We workers in woods make
bridal bedsteads and card-tables, as well as coffins and hearses.
We work by the month, or by the job, or by the profit; not for us to ask
the why and wherefore of our work, unless it be too confounded cobbling,
and then we stash it if we can. Hem! I'll do the job, now, tenderly.
I'll have me--let's see--how many in the ship's company, all told?
But I've forgotten. Any way, I'll have me thirty separate, Turk's-headed
life-lines, each three feet long hanging all round to the coffin.
Then, if the hull go down, there'll be thirty lively fellows all
fighting for one coffin, a sight not seen very often beneath the sun!
Come hammer, caulking-iron, pitch-pot, and marling-spike! Let's to it."
The coffin laid upon two line-tubs, between the vice-bench
and the open hatchway; the Carpenter caulking its seams;
the string of twisted oakum slowly unwinding from a large roll
of it placed in the bosom of his frock.--Ahab comes slowly
from the cabin-gangway, and hears Pip following him.
Back lad; I will be with ye again presently. He goes!
Not this hand complies with my humor more genially than that boy.--
Middle aisle of a church! What's here?"
"Life-buoy, sir. Mr. Starbuck's orders. Oh, look, sir!
Beware the hatchway!"
"Thank ye, man. Thy coffin lies handy to the vault."
"Sir? The hatchway? oh! So it does, sir, so it does."
"Art not thou the leg-maker? Look, did not this stump come
from thy shop?"
"I believe it did, sir; does the ferrule stand, sir?"
"Well enough. But art thou not also the undertaker?"
"Aye, sir; I patched up this thing here as a coffin for Queequeg;
but they've set me now to turning it into something else."
"Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping, intermeddling,
monopolizing, heathenish old scamp, to be one day making legs,
and the next day coffins to clap them in, and yet again life-buoys
out of those same coffins? Thou art as unprincipled as the gods,
and as much of a jack-of-all-trades."
"But I do not mean anything, sir. I do as I do."
"The gods again. Hark ye, dost thou not ever sing working about
a coffin? The Titans, they say, hummed snatches when chipping out
the craters for volcanoes; and the grave-digger in the play sings,
spade in hand. Dost thou never?"
"Sing, sir? Do I sing? Oh, I'm indifferent enough, sir, for that;
but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because
there was none in his spade, sir. But the caulking mallet is full of it.
Hark to it."
"Aye, and that's because the lid there's a sounding-board;
and what in all things makes the sounding-board is this--
there's naught beneath. And yet, a coffin with a body in it rings
pretty much the same, Carpenter. Hast thou ever helped carry a bier,
and heard the coffin knock against the churchyard gate, going in?
"Faith, sir, I've-"
"Faith? What's that?"
"Why, faith, sir, it's only a sort of exclamation-like--
that's all, sir."
"Um, um; go on."
"I was about to say, sir, that-"
"Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroud out of thyself?
Look at thy bosom! Despatch! and get these traps out of sight."
"He goes aft. That was sudden, now; but squalls come sudden
in hot latitudes. I've heard that the Isle of Albermarle,
one of the Gallipagos, is cut by the Equator right in the middle.
Seems to me some sort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in
his middle. He's always under the Line--fiery hot, I tell ye!
He's looking this way--come, oakum; quick. Here we go again.
This wooden mallet is the cork, and I'm the professor of
musical glasses--tap, tap!"
(Ahab to himself)
"There's a sight! There's a sound! The greyheaded wood-pecker
tapping the hollow tree! Blind and dumb might well be envied now.
See! that thing rests on two line-tubs, full of tow-lines.
A most malicious wag, that fellow. Rat-tat! So man's
seconds tick! Oh! how immaterial are all materials!
What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts?
Here now's the very dreaded symbol of grim death, by a mere hap,
made the expressive sign of the help and hope of most
endangered life. A life-buoy of a coffin! Does it go further?
Can it be that in some spiritual sense the coffin is, after all,
but an immortality-preserver! I'll think of that. But no.
So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side,
the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me.
Will ye never have done, Carpenter, with that accursed sound?
I go below; let me not see that thing here when I return again.
Now, then, Pip, we'll talk this over; I do suck most wondrous
philosophies from thee! Some unknown conduits from the unknown
worlds must empty into thee!"
The Pequod Meets The Rachel
Next day, a large ship, the Rachel, was descried, bearing directly
down upon the Pequod, all her spars thickly clustering with men.
At the time the Pequod was making good speed through the water;
but as the broad-winged windward stranger shot nigh to her,
the boastful sails all fell together as blank bladders that are burst,
and all life fled from the smitten hull.
"Bad news; she brings bad news," muttered the old Manxman. But ere
her commander, who, with trumpet to mouth, stood up in his boat;
ere he could hopefully hail, Ahab's voice was heard.
"Hast seen the White Whale?"
"Aye, yesterday. Have ye seen a whale-boat adrift?"
Throttling his joy, Ahab negatively answered this unexpected question;
and would then have fain boarded the stranger, when the stranger
captain himself, having stopped his vessel's way, was seen
descending her side. A few keen pulls, and his boat-hook soon
clinched the Pequod's main-chains, and he sprang to the deck.
Immediately he was recognized by Ahab for a Nantucketer he knew.
But no formal salutation was exchanged.
"Where was he?--not killed!--not killed!" cried Ahab, closely advancing.
"How was it?"
It seemed that somewhat late on the afternoon of the day previous,
while three of the stranger's boats were engaged with a shoal
of whales, which had led them some four or five miles from the ship;
and while they were yet in swift chase to windward, the white hump
and head of Moby Dick had suddenly loomed up out of the blue water,
not very far to leeward; whereupon, the fourth rigged boat--
a reserved one--had been instantly lowered in chase.
After a keen sail before the wind, this fourth boat--the swiftest
keeled of all--seemed to have succeeded in fastening--at least,
as well as the man at the mast-head could tell anything about it.
In the distance he saw the diminished dotted boat; and then a swift
gleam of bubbling white water; and after that nothing more;
whence it was concluded that the stricken whale must have
indefinitely run away with his pursuers, as often happens.
There was some apprehension, but no positive alarm, as yet.
The recall signals were placed in the rigging; darkness came on;
and forced to pick up her three far to windward boats--ere going
in quest of the fourth one in the precisely opposite direction--
the ship had not only been necessitated to leave that boat
to its fate till near midnight, but, for the time, to increase
her distance from it. But the rest of her crew being at last
safe aboard, she crowded all sail--stunsail on stunsail--
after the missing boat; kindling a fire in her try-pots for a beacon;
and every other man aloft on the look-out. But though when she
had thus sailed a sufficient distance to gain the presumed place
of the absent ones when last seen; though she then paused to lower
her spare boats to pull all around her; and not finding anything,
had again dashed on; again paused, and lowered her boats;
and though she had thus continued doing till daylight;
yet not the least glimpse of the missing keel had been seen.
The story told, the stranger Captain immediately went on to reveal
his object in boarding the Pequod. He desired that ship to unite
with his own in the search; by sailing over the sea some four or five
miles apart, on parallel lines, and so sweeping a double horizon,
as it were.
"I will wager something now," whispered Stubb to Flask, "that some one
in that missing boat wore off that Captain's best coat; mayhap, his watch--
he's so cursed anxious to get it back. Who ever heard of two pious
whale-ships cruising after one missing whale-boat in the height
of the whaling season? See, Flask, only see how pale he looks--
pale in the very buttons of his eyes--look--it wasn't the coat--
it must have been the-"
"My boy, my own boy is among them. For God's sake--I beg, I conjure"--
here exclaimed the stranger Captain to Ahab, who thus far had but
icily received his petition. "For eight-and-forty hours let me
charter your ship--I will gladly pay for it, and roundly pay for it--
if there be no other way--for eight-and-forty hours only--only that--
you must, oh, you must, and you shall do this thing."
"His son!" cried Stubb, "oh, it's his son he's lost!
I take back the coat and watch--what says Ahab? We must
save that boy."
"He's drowned with the rest on 'em, last night," said the old Manx
sailor standing behind them; "I heard; all of ye heard their spirits."
Now, as it shortly turned out, what made this incident of the Rachel's
the more melancholy, was the circumstance, that not only was one
of the Captain's sons among the number of the missing boat's crew;
but among the number of the other boats' crews, at the same time,
but on the other hand, separated from the ship during the dark
vicissitudes of the chase, there had been still another son;
as that for a time, the wretched father was plunged to the bottom
of the cruellest perplexity; which was only solved for him
by his chief mate's instinctively adopting the ordinary procedure
of a whaleship in such emergencies, that is, when placed between
jeopardized but divided boats, always to pick up the majority first.
But the captain, for some unknown constitutional reason,
had refrained from mentioning all this, and not till forced to it
by Ahab's iciness did he allude to his one yet missing boy;
a little lad, but twelve years old, whose father with the earnest
but unmisgiving hardihood of a Nantucketer's paternal love,
had thus early sought to initiate him in the perils and wonders
of a vocation almost immemorially the destiny of all his race.
Nor does it unfrequently occur, that Nantucket captains will
send a son of such tender age away from them, for a protracted
three or four years' voyage in some other ship than their own;
so that their first knowledge of a whaleman's career shall
be unenervated by any chance display of a father's natural
but untimely partiality, or undue apprehensiveness and concern.
Meantime, now the stranger was still beseeching his poor boon of Ahab;
and Ahab still stood like an anvil, receiving every shock, but without
the least quivering of his own.
"I will not go," said the stranger, "till you say aye to me.
Do to me as you would have me do to you in the like case.
For you too have a boy, Captain Ahab--though but a child,
and nestling safely at home now--a child of your old age too--
Yes, yes, you relent; I see it--run, run, men, now, and stand
by to square in the yards."
"Avast," cried Ahab--"touch not a rope-yarn"; then in a voice that
prolongingly moulded every word--"Captain Gardiner, I will not do it.
Even now I lose time, Good-bye, good-bye. God bless ye, man, and may I
forgive myself, but I must go. Mr. Starbuck, look at the binnacle watch,
and in three minutes from this present instant warn off all strangers;
then brace forward again, and let the ship sail as before."
Hurriedly turning, with averted face, he descended into
his cabin, leaving the strange captain transfixed at this
unconditional and utter rejection of his so earnest suit.
But starting from his enchantment, Gardiner silently hurried
to the side; more fell than stepped into his boat, and returned
to his ship.
Soon the two ships diverged their wakes; and long as the strange
vessel was in view, she was seen to yaw hither and thither at every
dark spot, however small, on the sea. This way and that her yards
were swung around; starboard and larboard, she continued to tack;
now she beat against a head sea; and again it pushed her before it;
while all the while, her masts and yards were thickly clustered
with men, as three tall cherry trees, when the boys are cherrying
among the boughs.
But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw
that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort.
She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.
(Ahab moving to go on deck; Pip catches him by the hand to follow.)
Lad, lad, I tell thee thou must not follow Ahab now.
The hour is coming when Ahab would not scare thee from him,
yet would not have thee by him. There is that in thee, poor lad,
which I feel too curing to my malady. Like cures like;
and for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health.
Do thou abide below here, where they shall serve thee,
as if thou wert the captain. Aye, lad, thou shalt sit here
in my own screwed chair; another screw to it, thou must be."
"No, no, no! ye have not a whole body, sir; do ye but use poor me
for your one lost leg; only tread upon me, sir; I ask no more,
so I remain a part of ye."
"Oh! spite of million villains, this makes me a bigot in the fadeless
fidelity of man!--and a black! and crazy!--but methinks like-cures-like
applies to him too; he grows so sane again."
"They tell me, sir, that Stubb did once desert poor little Pip,
whose drowned bones now show white, for all the blackness of his
living skin. But I will never desert ye, sir, as Stubb did him.
Sir, I must go with ye."
"If thou speakest thus to me much more, Ahab's purpose keels up in him.
I tell thee no; it cannot be."
"Oh good master, master, master!
"Weep so, and I will murder thee! have a care, for Ahab too is mad.
Listen, and thou wilt often hear my ivory foot upon the deck,
and still know that I am there. And now I quit thee.
Thy hand!--Met! True art thou, lad, as the circumference to
its centre. So: God for ever bless thee; and if it come to that,--
God for ever save thee, let what will befall."
(Ahab goes; Pip steps one step forward.)
"Here he this instant stood, I stand in his air,--but I'm alone.
Now were even poor Pip here I could endure it, but he's missing.
Pip! Pip! Ding, dong, ding! Who's seen Pip? He must be up here;
let's try the door. What? neither lock, nor bolt, nor bar;
and yet there's no opening it. It must be the spell; he told me
to stay here: Aye, and told me this screwed chair was mine.
Here, then, I'll seat me, against the transom, in the ship's
full middle, all her keel and her three masts before me. Here, our old
sailors say, in their black seventy-fours great admirals sometimes
sit at table, and lord it over rows of captains and lieutenants.
Ha! what's this? epaulets! epaulets! the epaulets all come crowding.
Pass round the decanters; glad to see ye; fill up, monsieurs!
What an odd feeling, now, when a black boy's host to white men
with gold lace upon their coats!--Monsieurs, have ye seen one Pip?--
a little negro lad, five feet high, hang-dog look, and cowardly!
Jumped from a whale-boat once;--seen him? No! Well then,
fill up again, captains, and let's drink shame upon all cowards!
I name no names. Shame upon them! Put one foot upon the table.
Shame upon all cowards.--Hist! above there, I hear ivory--
Oh, master! master! I am indeed down-hearted when you walk over me.
But here I'll stay, though this stern strikes rocks; and they
bulge through; and oysters come to join me."
And now that at the proper time and place, after so long and wide
a preliminary cruise, Ahab,--all other whaling waters swept--
seemed to have chased his foe into an oceanfold, to slay him
the more securely there; now, that he found himself hard
by the very latitude and longitude where his tormenting wound
had been inflicted; now that a vessel had been spoken which on
the very day preceding had actually encountered Moby Dick;--
and now that all his successive meetings with various ships
contrastingly concurred to show the demoniac indifference with which
the white whale tore his hunters, whether sinning or sinned against;
now it was that there lurked a something in the old man's eyes,
which it was hardly sufferable for feeble souls to see.
As the unsetting polar star, which through the livelong, arctic,
six months' night sustains its piercing, steady, central gaze;
so Ahab's purpose now fixedly gleamed down upon the constant
midnight of the gloomy crew. It domineered above them so,
that all their bodings, doubts, misgivings, fears, were fain
to hide beneath their souls, and not sprout forth a single
spear or leaf.
In this foreshadowing interval, too, all humor, forced
or natural, vanished. Stubb no more strove to raise a smile;
Starbuck no more strove to check one. Alike, joy and sorrow,
hope and fear, seemed ground to finest dust, and powdered,
for the time, in the clamped mortar of Ahab's iron soul.
Like machines, they dumbly moved about the deck, ever conscious
that the old man's despot eye was on them.
But did you deeply scan him in his more secret confidential
hours when he thought no glance but one was on him;
then you would have seen that even as Ahab's eyes so awed
the crew's, the inscrutable Parsee's glance awed his;
or somehow, at least, in some wild way, at times affected it.
Such an added, gliding strangeness began to invest the thin
Fedallah now; such ceaseless shudderings shook him;
that the men looked dubious at him; half uncertain,
as it seemed, whether indeed he were a mortal substance,
or else a tremulous shadow cast upon the deck by some unseen
being's body. And that shadow was always hovering there.
For not by night, even, had Fedallah ever certainly been known
to slumber, or go below. He would stand still for hours:
but never sat or leaned; his wan but wondrous eyes did plainly say--
We two watchmen never rest.
Nor, at any time, by night or day could the mariners
now step upon the deck, unless Ahab was before them;
either standing in his pivot-hole, or exactly pacing the planks
between two undeviating limits,--the main-mast and the mizen;
or else they saw him standing in the cabin-scuttle,--his living
foot advanced upon the deck, as if to step; his hat slouched
heavily over his eyes; so that however motionless he stood,
however the days and nights were added on, that he had not
swung in his hammock; yet hidden beneath that slouching hat,
they could never tell unerringly whether, for all this, his eyes
were really closed at times; or whether he was still intently
scanning them; no matter, though he stood so in the scuttle
for a whole hour on the stretch, and the unheeded night-damp
gathered in beads of dew upon that stone-carved coat and hat.
The clothes that the night had wet, the next day's sunshine
dried upon him; and so, day after day, and night after night;
he went no more beneath the planks; whatever he wanted from
the cabin that thing he sent for.
He ate in the same open air; that is, his two only meals,--
breakfast and dinner: supper he never touched; nor reaped
his beard; which darkly grew all gnarled, as unearthed roots
of trees blown over, which still grow idly on at naked base,
though perished in the upper verdure. But though his whole
life was now become one watch on deck; and though the Parsee's
mystic watch was without intermission as his own; yet these two
never seemed to speak--one man to the other--unless at long
intervals some passing unmomentous matter made it necessary.
Though such a potent spell seemed secretly to join the twain;
openly, and to the awe-struck crew, they seemed pole-like asunder.
If by day they chanced to speak one word; by night, dumb men
were both, so far as concerned the slightest verbal interchange.
At times, for longest hours, without a single hail, they stood
far parted in the starlight; Ahab in his scuttle, the Parsee
by the main-mast; but still fixedly gazing upon each other;
as if in the Parsee Ahab saw his forethrown shadow, in Ahab
the Parsee his abandoned substance.
And yet, somehow, did Ahab--in his own proper self, as daily, hourly,
and every instant, commandingly revealed to his subordinates,--
Ahab seemed an independent lord; the Parsee but his slave.
Still again both seemed yoked together, and an unseen
tyrant driving them; the lean shade siding the solid rib.
For be this Parsee what he may, all rib and keel was solid Ahab.
At the first faintest glimmering of the dawn, his iron voice was
heard from aft,--"Man the mast-heads!"--and all through the day,
till after sunset and after twilight, the same voice every hour,
at the striking of the helmsman's bell, was heard--"What d'ye see?--
sharp! sharp! sharp!"
But when three or four days had slided by, after meeting
the children-seeking Rachel; and no spout had yet been seen;
the monomaniac old man seemed distrustful of his crew's fidelity;
at least, of nearly all except the Pagan harpooneers; he seemed
to doubt, even, whether Stubb and Flask might not willingly overlook
the sight he sought. But if these suspicions were really his,
he sagaciously refrained from verbally expressing them,
however his actions might seem to hint them.
"I will have the first sight of the whale myself,"--
he said. "Aye! Ahab must have the doubloon! and with
his own hands he rigged a nest of basketed bowlines;
and sending a hand aloft, with a single sheaved block,
to secure to the mainmast head, he received the two ends of
the downwardreeved rope; and attaching one to his basket prepared
a pin for the other end, in order to fasten it at the rail.
This done, with that end yet in his hand and standing beside the pin,
he looked round upon his crew, sweeping from one to the other;
pausing his glance long upon Daggoo, Queequeg, Tashtego;
but shunning Fedallah; and then settling his firm relying eye
upon the chief mate, said,--"Take the rope, sir--I give it into
thy hands, Starbuck." Then arranging his person in the basket,
he gave the word for them to hoist him to his perch, Starbuck being
the one who secured the rope at last; and afterwards stood near it.
And thus, with one hand clinging round the royal mast,
Ahab gazed abroad upon the sea for miles and miles,--ahead astern,
this side, and that,--within the wide expanded circle commanded
at so great a height.
When in working with his hands at some lofty almost isolated place
in the rigging, which chances to afford no foothold, the sailor
at sea is hoisted up to that spot, and sustained there by the rope;
under these circumstances, its fastened end on deck is always given
in strict charge to some one man who has the special watch of it.
Because in such a wilderness of running rigging, whose various
different relations aloft cannot always be infallibly discerned
by what is seen of them at the deck; and when the deck-ends of these
ropes are being every few minutes cast down from the fastenings,
it would be but a natural fatality, if, unprovided with a
constant watchman, the hoisted sailor should by some carelessness
of the crew be cast adrift and fall all swooping to the sea.
So Ahab's proceedings in this matter were not unusual;
the only strange thing about them seemed to be, that Starbuck,
almost the one only man who had ever ventured to oppose him
with anything in the slightest degree approaching to decision--
one of those too, whose faithfulness on the look-out he had seemed
to doubt somewhat; it was strange, that this was the very man
he should select for his watchman; freely giving his whole life
into such an otherwise distrusted person's hands.
Now, the first time Ahab was perched aloft; ere he had been there
ten minutes; one of those red-billed savage sea-hawks which so often
fly incommodiously close round the manned mast-heads of whalemen
in these latitudes; one of these birds came wheeling and screaming
round his head in a maze of untrackably swift circlings.
Then it darted a thousand feet straight up into the air;
then spiralized downwards, and went eddying again round his head.
But with his gaze fixed upon the dim and distant horizon,
Ahab seemed not to mark this wild bird; nor, indeed, would any
one else have marked it much, it being no uncommon circumstance;
only now almost the least heedful eye seemed to see some sort
of cunning meaning in almost every sight.
"Your hat, your hat, sir!" suddenly cried the Sicilian seaman,
who being posted at the mizen-mast-head, stood directly behind Ahab,
though somewhat lower than his level, and with a deep gulf
of air dividing them.
But already the sable wing was before the old man's eyes;
the long hooked bill at his head: with a scream, the black
hawk darted away with his prize.
An eagle flew thrice round Tarquin's head, removing his cap to
replace it, and thereupon Tanaquil, his wife, declared that Tarquin
would be king of Rome. But only by the replacing of the cap
was that omen accounted good. Ahab's hat was never restored;
the wild hawk flew on and on with it; far in advance of the prow:
and at last disappeared; while from the point of that disappearance,
a minute black spot was dimly discerned, falling from that vast
height into the sea.
The Pequod Meets The Delight
The intense Pequod sailed on; the rolling waves and days went by;
the life-buoy-coffin still lightly swung; and another ship,
most miserably misnamed the Delight, was descried.
As she drew nigh, all eyes were fixed upon her broad beams,
called shears, which, in some whaling-ships, cross the quarter-deck
at the height of eight or nine feet; serving to carry the spare,
unrigged, or disabled boats.
Upon the stranger's shears were beheld the shattered, white ribs,
and some few splintered planks, of what had once been a whale-boat;
but you now saw through this wreck, as plainly as you see through
the peeled, half-unhinged, and bleaching skeleton of a horse.
"Hast seen the White Whale?"
"Look!" replied the hollow-cheeked captain from his taffrail;
and with his trumpet he pointed to the wreck.
"Hast killed him?"
"The harpoon is not yet forged that will ever will do that,"
answered the other, sadly glancing upon a rounded hammock on
the deck, whose gathered sides some noiseless sailors were busy
in sewing together.
"Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch,
Ahab held it out, exclaiming--"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this
hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning
are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place
behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!"
"Then God keep thee, old man--see'st thou that"--
pointing to the hammock--"I bury but one of five stout men,
who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere night.
Only that one I bury; the rest were buried before they died;
you sail upon their tomb." Then turning to his crew--"Are
ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift
the body; so, then--Oh! God"--advancing towards the hammock
with uplifted hands--"may the resurrection and the life-"
"Brace forward! Up helm!" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.
But the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enough to escape
the sound of the splash that the corpse soon made as it struck the sea;
not so quick, indeed, but that some of the flying bubbles might have
sprinkled her hull with their ghostly baptism.
As Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the strange life-buoy
hanging at the Pequod's stern came into conspicuous relief.
"Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!" cried a foreboding voice in her wake.
"In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye but turn us
your taffrail to show us your coffin!"
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were
hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air
was transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust
and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells,
as Samson's chest in his sleep.
Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small,
unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air;
but to and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue,
rushed mighty leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were
the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.
But though thus contrasting within, the contrast was only in shades
and shadows without; those two seemed one; it was only the sex,
as it were, that distinguished them.
Aloft, like a royal czar and king, the sun seemed giving this
gentle air to this bold and rolling sea; even as bride to groom.
And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft and tremulous motion--
most seen here at the Equator--denoted the fond, throbbing trust,
the loving alarms, with which the poor bride gave her bosom away.
Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles;
haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals,
that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood
forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered
helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven.
Oh, immortal infancy, and innocency of the azure!
Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us!
Sweet childhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of old Ahab's
close-coiled woe! But so have I seen little Miriam and Martha,
laughing-eyed elves, heedlessly gambol around their old sire;
sporting with the circle of singed locks which grew on the marge
of that burnt-out crater of his brain.
Slowly crossing the deck from the scuttle, Ahab leaned over the side
and watched how his shadow in the water sank and sank to his gaze,
the more and the more that he strove to pierce the profundity.
But the lovely aromas in that enchanted air did at last seem to dispel,
for a moment, the cankerous thing in his soul. That glad,
happy air, that winsome sky, did at last stroke and caress him;
the step-mother world, so long cruel--forbidding--now threw
affectionate arms round his stubborn neck, and did seem to joyously
sob over him, as if over one, that however wilful and erring,
she could yet find it in her heart to save and to bless.
From beneath his slouched hat Ahab dropped a tear into the sea;
nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop.
Starbuck saw the old man; saw him, how he heavily leaned over the side;
and he seemed to hear in his own true heart the measureless
sobbing that stole out of the centre of the serenity around.
Careful not to touch him, or be noticed by him, he yet drew near
to him, and stood there.
"Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky.
On such a day--very much such a sweetness as this--I struck
my first whale--a boy-harpooneer of eighteen! Forty--forty--
forty years ago!--ago! Forty years of continual whaling! forty
years of privation, and peril, and storm-time! forty years on
the pitiless sea! for forty years has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land,
for forty years to make war on the horrors of the deep!
Aye and yes, Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not
spent three ashore. When I think of this life I have led;
the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of
a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any
sympathy from the green country without--oh, weariness! heaviness!
Guinea-coast slavery of solitary command!--when I think of all this;
only half-suspected, not so keenly known to me before--
and how for forty years I have fed upon dry salted fare--
fit emblem of the dry nourishment of my soul!--when the poorest
landsman has had fresh fruit to his daily hand, and broken
the world's fresh bread to my mouldy crusts--away, whole oceans away,
from that young girl-wife I wedded past fifty, and sailed for
Cape Horn the next day, leaving but one dent in my marriage pillow--
wife? wife?--rather a widow with her husband alive? Aye, I widowed
that poor girl when I married her, Starbuck; and then,
the madness, the frenzy, the boiling blood and the smoking brow,
with which, for a thousand lowerings old Ahab has furiously,
foamingly chased his prey--more a demon than a man!--aye, aye! what
a forty years' fool--fool--old fool, has old Ahab been!
Why this strife of the chase? why weary, and palsy the arm
at the oar, and the iron, and the lance? how the richer
or better is Ahab now? Behold. Oh, Starbuck! is it not hard,
that with this weary load I bear, one poor leg should have been
snatched from under me? Here, brush this old hair aside;
it blinds me, that I seem to weep. Locks so grey did never grow
but from out some ashes! But do I look very old, so very,
very old, Starbuck? I feel deadly faint, bowed, and humped,
as though I were Adam, staggering beneath the piled centuries
since Paradise. God! God! God!--crack my heart!--stave my brain!--
mockery! mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I lived
enough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerably old?
Close! stand close to me, Starbuck; let me look into a human eye;
it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze
upon God. By the green land; by the bright hearthstone! this
is the magic glass, man; I see my wife and my child in thine eye.
No, no; stay on board, on board!--lower not when I do; when branded
Ahab gives chase to Moby Dick. That hazard shall not be thine.
No, no! not with the far away home I see in that eye!"
"Oh, my Captain! my Captain! noble soul! grand old heart,
after all! why should any one give chase to that hated fish!
Away with me! let us fly these deadly waters! let us home!
Wife and child, too, are Starbuck's--wife and child of
his brotherly, sisterly, play-fellow youth; even as thine, sir,
are the wife and child of thy loving, longing, paternal old age!
Away! let us away!--this instant let me alter the course!
How cheerily, how hilariously, O my Captain, would we bowl
on our way to see old Nantucket again! I think, sir, they have
some such mild blue days, even as this, in Nantucket."
"They have, they have. I have seen them--some summer days
in the morning. About this time--yes, it is his noon nap now--
the boy vivaciously wakes; sits up in bed; and his mother tells
him of me, of cannibal old me; how I am abroad upon the deep,
but will yet come back to dance him again."
"'Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that my boy,
every morning, should be carried to the hill to catch the first
glimpse of his father's sail! Yes, yes! no more! it is done!
we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, study out the course,
and let us away! See, see! the boy's face from the window!
the boy's hand on the hill!"
But Ahab's glance was averted; like a blighted fruit tree he shook,
and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.
"What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it;
what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor
commands me; that against all natural lovings and longings,
I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time;
recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart,
I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who,
that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself;
but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve,
but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat;
this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating,
does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man,
we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass,
and Fate is the handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky,
and this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put it into him
to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where do murderers go, man!
Who's to doom, when the judge himself is dragged to the bar?
But it is a mild, mild wind, and a mild looking sky; and the airs
smells now, as if it blew from a far-away meadow; they have been making
hay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck, and the mowers
are sleeping among the new-mown hay. Sleeping? Aye, toil we how
we may, we all sleep at last on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust
amid greenness; as last year's scythes flung down, and left
in the half-cut swarths--Starbuck!"
But blanched to a corpse's hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.
Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side;
but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there,
Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail.
The Chase - First Day
That night, in the mid-watch when the old man--as his wont
at intervals--stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned,
and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely,
snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship's dog will, in drawing
nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near.
Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given
forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch;
nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass,
and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing
of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship's
course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.
The acute policy dictating these movements was sufficiently
vindicated at daybreak, by the sight of a long sleek
on the sea directly and lengthwise ahead, smooth as oil,
and resembling in the pleated watery wrinkles bordering it,
the polished metallic-like marks of some swift tide-rip, at
the mouth of a deep, rapid stream.
"Man the mast-heads! Call all hands!"
Thundering with the butts of three clubbed handspikes on
the forecastle deck, Daggoo roused the sleepers with such
judgment claps that they seemed to exhale from the scuttle,
so instantaneously did they appear with their clothes
in their hands.
"What d'ye see?" cried Ahab, flattening his face to the sky.
"Nothing, nothing sir!" was the sound hailing down in reply.
"T'gallant sails!--stunsails! alow and aloft, and on both sides!"
All sail being set, he now cast loose the life-line, reserved
for swaying him to the main royal-mast head; and in a few moments
they were hoisting him thither, when, while but two thirds
of the way aloft, and while peering ahead through the horizontal
vacancy between the main-top-sail and top-gallant-sail, he raised
a gull-like cry in the air. "There she blows!--there she blows!
A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!"
Fired by the cry which seemed simultaneously taken up by the three
look-outs, the men on deck rushed to the rigging to behold the famous
whale they had so long been pursuing. Ahab had now gained
his final perch, some feet above the other look-outs, Tashtego
standing just beneath him on the cap of the top-gallant-mast,
so that the Indian's head was almost on a level with Ahab's heel.
From this height the whale was now seen some mile or so ahead,
at every roll of the sea revealing his high sparkling hump,
and regularly jetting his silent spout into the air.
To the credulous mariners it seemed the same silent spout they
had so long ago beheld in the moonlit Atlantic and Indian Oceans.
"And did none of ye see it before?" cried Ahab, hailing the perched
men all around him.
"I saw him almost that same instant, sir, that Captain Ahab did,
and I cried out," said Tashtego.
"Not the same instant; not the same--no, the doubloon is mine,
Fate reserved the doubloon for me. I only; none of ye could have
raised the White Whale first. There she blows! there she blows!--
there she blows!--there she blows! There again!--there again!"
he cried, in long-drawn, lingering, methodic tones, attuned to the gradual
prolongings of the whale's visible jets. "He's going to sound!
In stunsails! Down top-gallant-sails! Stand by three boats.
Mr. Starbuck, remember, stay on board, and keep the ship. Helm there!
Luff, luff a point! So; steady, man, steady! There go flukes! No, no;
only black water! All ready the boats there? Stand by, stand by!
Lower me, Mr. Starbuck; lower, lower,--quick, quicker!" and he slid
through the air to the deck.
"He is heading straight to leeward, sir," cried Stubb, "right away
from us; cannot have seen the ship yet."
"Be dumb, man! Stand by the braces! Hard down the helm!--brace up!
Shiver her!--shiver her!--So; well that! Boats, boats!"
Soon all the boats but Starbuck's were dropped; all the boat-sails set--
all the paddles plying; with rippling swiftness, shooting to leeward;
and Ahab heading the onset. A pale, death-glimmer lit up Fedallah's
sunken eyes; a hideous motion gnawed his mouth.
Like noiseless nautilus shells, their light prows sped through the sea;
but only slowly they neared the foe. As they neared him, the ocean grew
still more smooth; seemed drawing a carpet over its waves; seemed a
noon-meadow, so serenely it spread. At length the breathless hunter came
so nigh his seemingly unsuspecting prey, that his entire dazzling hump
was distinctly visible, sliding along the sea as if an isolated thing,
and continually set in a revolving ring of finest, fleecy, greenish foam.
He saw the vast, involved wrinkles of the slightly projecting
head beyond. Before it, far out on the soft Turkish-rugged waters,
went the glistening white shadow from his broad, milky forehead, a musical
rippling playfully accompanying the shade; and behind, the blue waters
interchangeably flowed over into the moving valley of his steady wake;
and on either hand bright bubbles arose and danced by his side.
But these were broken again by the light toes of hundreds of gay
fowls softly feathering the sea, alternate with their fitful flight;
and like to some flag-staff rising from the painted hull of an argosy,
the tall but shattered pole of a recent lance projected from the white
whale's back; and at intervals one of the cloud of soft-toed
fowls hovering, and to and fro skimming like a canopy over the fish,
silently perched and rocked on this pole, the long tail feathers
streaming like pennons.
A gentle joyousness--a mighty mildness of repose in swiftness,
invested the gliding whale. Not the white bull Jupiter swimming
away with ravished Europa clinging to his graceful horns;
his lovely, leering eyes sideways intent upon the maid;
with smooth bewitching fleetness, rippling straight for the nuptial
bower in Crete; not Jove, not that great majesty Supreme! did
surpass the glorified White Whale as he so divinely swam.
On each soft side--coincident with the parted swell,
that but once leaving him then flowed so wide away--on each
bright side, the whale shed off enticings. No wonder there
had been some among the hunters who namelessly transported
and allured by all this serenity, had ventured to assail it;
but had fatally found that quietude but the vesture of tornadoes.
Yet calm, enticing calm, oh, whale! thou glidest on, to all
who for the first time eye thee, no matter how many in that same
way thou mayst have bejuggled and destroyed before.
And thus, through the serene tranquillities of the tropical sea,
among waves whose hand-clappings were suspended by exceeding rapture,
Moby Dick moved on, still withholding from sight the full terrors of his
submerged trunk, entirely hiding the wrenched hideousness of his jaw.
But soon the fore part of him slowly rose from the water;
for an instant his whole marbleized body formed a high arch,
like Virginia's Natural Bridge, and warningly waving his bannered
flukes in the air, the grand god revealed himself, sounded and went
out of sight. Hoveringly halting, and dipping on the wing,
the white sea-fowls longingly lingered over the agitated pool
that he left.
With oars apeak, and paddles down, the sheets of their sails adrift,
the three boats now stilly floated, awaiting Moby Dick's reappearance.
"An hour," said Ahab, standing rooted in his boat's stern; and he gazed
beyond the whale's place, towards the dim blue spaces and wide wooing
vacancies to leeward. It was only an instant; for again his eyes
seemed whirling round in his head as he swept the watery circle.
The breeze now freshened; the sea began to swell.
"The birds!--the birds!" cried Tashtego.
In long Indian file, as when herons take wing, the white birds
were now all flying towards Ahab's boat; and when within a few
yards began fluttering over the water there, wheeling round
and round, with joyous, expectant cries. Their vision was
keener than man's; Ahab could discover no sign in the sea.
But suddenly as he peered down and down into its depths, he profoundly
saw a white living spot no bigger than a white weasel, with wonderful
celerity uprising, and magnifying as it rose, till it turned,
and then there were plainly revealed two long crooked rows of white,
glistening teeth, floating up from the undiscoverable bottom.
It was Moby Dick's open mouth and scrolled jaw; his vast,
shadowed bulk still half blending with the blue of the sea.
The glittering mouth yawned beneath the boat like an open-doored
marble tomb; and giving one sidelong sweep with his steering oar,
Ahab whirled the craft aside from this tremendous apparition.
Then, calling upon Fedallah to change places with him, went forward
to the bows, and seizing Perth's harpoon, commanded his crew
to grasp their oars and stand by to stern.
Now, by reason of this timely spinning round the boat upon its axis,
its bow, by anticipation, was made to face the whale's head
while yet under water. But as if perceiving this stratagem,
Moby Dick, with that malicious intelligence ascribed to him,
sidelingly transplanted himself, as it were, in an instant,
shooting his pleated head lengthwise beneath the boat.
Through and through; through every plank and each rib,
it thrilled for an instant, the whale obliquely lying on his back,
in the manner of a biting shark slowly and feelingly taking
its bows full within his mouth, so that the long, narrow,
scrolled lower jaw curled high up into the open air, and one
of the teeth caught in a row-lock. The bluish pearl-white
of the inside of the jaw was within six inches of Ahab's head,
and reached higher than that. In this attitude the White Whale
now shook the slight cedar as a mildly cruel cat her mouse.
With unastonished eyes Fedallah gazed, and crossed his arms;
but the tiger-yellow crew were tumbling over each other's heads
to gain the uttermost stern.
And now, while both elastic gunwales were springing in and out,
as the whale dallied with the doomed craft in this devilish way;
and from his body being submerged beneath the boat, he could not be
darted at from the bows, for the bows were almost inside of him,
as it were; and while the other boats involuntarily paused,
as before a quick crisis impossible to withstand, then it was that
monomaniac Ahab, furious with this tantalizing vicinity of his foe,
which placed him all alive and helpless in the very jaws he hated;
frenzied with all this, he seized the long bone with his
naked hands, and wildly strove to wrench it from its gripe.
As now he thus vainly strove, the jaw slipped from him;
the frail gunwales bent in, collapsed, and snapped,
as both jaws, like an enormous shears, sliding further aft,
bit the craft completely in twain, and locked themselves fast
again in the sea, midway between the two floating wrecks.
These floated aside, the broken ends drooping, the crew at
the stern-wreck clinging to the gunwales, and striving to hold
fast to the oars to lash them across.
At that preluding moment, ere the boat was yet snapped, Ahab, the first
to perceive the whale's intent, by the crafty upraising of his head,
a movement that loosed his hold for the time; at that moment his
hand had made one final effort to push the boat out of the bite.
But only slipping further into the whale's mouth, and tilting over
sideways as it slipped, the boat had shaken off his hold on the jaw;
spilled him out of it, as he leaned to the push; and so he fell
flat-faced upon the sea.
Ripplingly withdrawing from his prey, Moby Dick now lay at a
little distance, vertically thrusting his oblong white head up
and down in the billows; and at the same time slowly revolving his
whole spindled body; so that when his vast wrinkled forehead rose--
some twenty or more feet out of the water--the now rising swells,
with all their confluent waves, dazzlingly broke against it;
vindictively tossing their shivered spray still higher into
the air.* So, in a gale, the but half baffled Channel billows only
recoil from the base of the Eddystone, triumphantly to overleap
its summit with their scud.
*This motion is peculiar to the sperm whale. It receives its designation
(pitchpoling) from its being likened to that preliminary up-and-down
poise of the whale-lance, in the exercise called pitchpoling,
previously described. By this motion the whale must best and most
comprehensively view whatever objects may be encircling him.