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CHAPTER 1. Loomings.
CHAPTER 5. Breakfast.
"Get along with ye," said she to the man, "or I'll
be combing ye!"
"Get the axe! For God's sake, run for the doctor,
some one, while I pry it open!"
"About what?"
"Captain Ahab."
"Pretty sure."
"Elijah."
"Going aboard?"
"Find who?"
"What Captain?—Ahab?"
Grant it, since you cite it; but, say what you
will, there is no real dignity in whaling.
NO DIGNITY IN WHALING? The dignity of
our calling the very heavens attest. Cetus is a
constellation in the South! No more! Drive
down your hat in presence of the Czar, and
take it off to Queequeg! No more! I know a man
that, in his lifetime, has taken three hundred
and fifty whales. I account that man more hon-
ourable than that great captain of antiquity
who boasted of taking as many walled towns.
Fore-Top.
"Aye, you are the chap, ain't ye, that heard the
hum of the old Quakeress's knitting-needles
fifty miles at sea from Nantucket; you're the
chap."
"Where-away?"
"On the lee-beam, about two miles off! a school
of them!"
Over Him.
"Why not?
"Bargain?—about what?"
"I should like to see him try it; I'd give him such
a pair of black eyes that he wouldn't dare to
show his face in the admiral's cabin again for a
long while, let alone down in the orlop there,
where he lives, and hereabouts on the upper
decks where he sneaks so much. Damn the de-
vil, Flask; so you suppose I'm afraid of the de-
vil? Who's afraid of him, except the old gover-
nor who daresn't catch him and put him in
double-darbies, as he deserves, but lets him go
about kidnapping people; aye, and signed a
bond with him, that all the people the devil
kidnapped, he'd roast for him? There's a gover-
nor!"
"The Duke."
"It is his."
"It is his."
"It is his."
"It is his."
"WHAT whale?"
"And I, you, and he; and we, ye, and they, are
all bats; and I'm a crow, especially when I stand
a'top of this pine tree here. Caw! caw! caw!
caw! caw! caw! Ain't I a crow? And where's the
scare-crow? There he stands; two bones stuck
into a pair of old trowsers, and two more poked
into the sleeves of an old jacket."
"Twice."
But why was it, think ye, that the Samuel En-
derby, and some other English whalers I know
of—not all though—were such famous, hospi-
table ships; that passed round the beef, and the
bread, and the can, and the joke; and were not
soon weary of eating, and drinking, and laug-
hing? I will tell you. The abounding good cheer
of these English whalers is matter for historical
research. Nor have I been at all sparing of his-
torical whale research, when it has seemed
needed.
Sir?
Ho, ho! That's it, hey? Here are two, sir; one
will serve my turn.
When the last nail was driven, and the lid duly
planed and fitted, he lightly shouldered the
coffin and went forward with it, inquiring
whether they were ready for it yet in that direc-
tion.
"Oh! that is the one, sir! Said I not all seams and
dents but one?"
"I have sat before the dense coal fire and wat-
ched 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!"
"Who's there?"
But ere the first wild alarm could get out abro-
ad among the crew, the old man with a rigid
laugh exclaimed, "I have it! It has happened
before. Mr. Starbuck, last night's thunder tur-
ned our compasses—that's all. Thou hast before
now heard of such a thing, I take it."
"Hold hard!"
"Aye."
"Aye."
"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."
"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 nes-
tling 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."
Ahab turned.
"Starbuck!"
"Sir."
And Stubb did but speak out for well nigh all
that crew. The frenzies of the chase had by this
time worked them bubblingly up, like old wine
worked anew. Whatever pale fears and forebo-
dings some of them might have felt before; the-
se were not only now kept out of sight through
the growing awe of Ahab, but they were bro-
ken up, and on all sides routed, as timid prairie
hares that scatter before the bounding bison.
The hand of Fate had snatched all their souls;
and by the stirring perils of the previous day;
the rack of the past night's suspense; the fixed,
unfearing, blind, reckless way in which their
wild craft went plunging towards its flying
mark; by all these things, their hearts were
bowled along. The wind that made great bellies
of their sails, and rushed the vessel on by arms
invisible as irresistible; this seemed the symbol
of that unseen agency which so enslaved them
to the race.
"Nothing, sir."
"Starbuck!"
"Sir?"