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PG15 | 0 | And God created great whales. _Genesis_.
Leviathan maketh a path to shine after him;
One would think the deep to be hoary. _Job_.
Now the Lord had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah. _Jonah_.
There go the ships; there is that Leviathan whom thou hast made to
play therein. _Psalms_.
In that day, the Lord with... | 1,157 |
PG15 | 1 | While the whale is floating at the stern of the ship, they cut off his
head, and tow it with a boat as near the shore as it will come; but it
will be aground in twelve or thirteen feet water. _Thomas Edges Ten
Voyages to Spitzbergen, in Purchass_.
In their way they saw many whales sporting in the ocean, and in
wantonn... | 1,129 |
PG15 | 2 | Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
And rockets blew self driven,
To hang their momentary fire
Around the vault of heaven.
So fire with water to compare,
The ocean serves on high,
Up-spouted by a whale in air,
To express unwieldy joy.
_Cowper, on the Queens Visit to London_.
Ten or fifteen ... | 1,101 |
PG15 | 3 | The Cachalot (Sperm Whale) is not only better armed than the True
Whale (Greenland or Right Whale) in possessing a formidable weapon at
either extremity of its body, but also more frequently displays a
disposition to employ these weapons offensively and in manner at once
so artful, bold, and mischievous, as to lead to ... | 1,146 |
PG15 | 6 | Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin
to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my
lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to sea as a
passenger. For to go as a passenger you must needs have a purse, and a
purse is but a rag unless you have somethin... | 1,235 |
PG15 | 8 | CHAPTER II. THE CARPET-BAG
I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my
arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific. Quitting the good city
of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford. It was on a Saturday
night in December. Much was I disappointed upon learning that the
little packet for... | 1,102 |
PG15 | 9 | Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the
docks, and heard a forlorn creaking in the air; and looking up, saw a
swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it, faintly
representing a tall straight jet of misty spray, and these words
underneathThe Spouter-Inn:Peter Coffin.
Coffin?Spou... | 887 |
PG15 | 10 | CHAPTER III. THE SPOUTER-INN
Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide,
low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of
the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. On one side hung a very large
oil-painting so thoroughly besmoked, and every way defaced, that in the
unequal... | 1,124 |
PG15 | 11 | Abominable are the tumblers into which he pours his poison. Though true
cylinders withoutwithin, the villanous green goggling glasses
deceitfully tapered downwards to a cheating bottom. Parallel meridians
rudely pecked into the glass, surround these footpads goblets. Fill to
_this_ mark, and your charge is but a penny;... | 1,079 |
PG15 | 12 | The liquor soon mounted into their heads, as it generally does even
with the arrantest topers newly landed from sea, and they began
capering about most obstreperously.
I observed, however, that one of them held somewhat aloof, and though
he seemed desirous not to spoil the hilarity of his shipmates by his
own sober fa... | 1,157 |
PG15 | 13 | The devil fetch that harpooneer, thought I, but stop, couldnt I steal
a march on himbolt his door inside, and jump into his bed, not to be
wakened by the most violent knockings? It seemed no bad idea; but upon
second thoughts I dismissed it. For who could tell but what the next
morning, so soon as I popped out of the r... | 1,094 |
PG15 | 14 | This account cleared up the otherwise unaccountable mystery, and showed
that the landlord, after all, had had no idea of fooling mebut at the
same time what could I think of a harpooneer who stayed out a Saturday
night clean into the holy Sabbath, engaged in such a cannibal business
as selling the heads of dead idolato... | 1,030 |
PG15 | 15 | Whether that mattress was stuffed with corn-cobs or broken crockery,
there is no telling, but I rolled about a good deal, and could not
sleep for a long time. At last I slid off into a light doze, and had
pretty nearly made a good offing towards the land of Nod, when I heard
a heavy footfall in the passage, and saw a g... | 1,135 |
PG15 | 16 | But there was no time for shuddering, for now the savage went about
something that completely fascinated my attention, and convinced me
that he must indeed be a heathen. Going to his heavy grego, or wrapall,
or dreadnaught, which he had previously hung on a chair, he fumbled in
the pockets, and produced at length a cur... | 1,076 |
PG15 | 19 | He commenced dressing at top by donning his beaver hat, a very tall
one, by the by, and thenstill minus his trowsershe hunted up his
boots. What under the heavens he did it for, I cannot tell, but his
next movement was to crush himselfboots in hand, and hat onunder the
bed; when, from sundry violent gaspings and strain... | 700 |
PG15 | 20 | CHAPTER V. BREAKFAST
I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted the
grinning landlord very pleasantly. I cherished no malice towards him,
though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my
bedfellow.
However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a
goo... | 1,046 |
PG15 | 21 | CHAPTER VI. THE STREET
If I had been astonished at first catching a glimpse of so outlandish
an individual as Queequeg circulating among the polite society of a
civilized town, that astonishment soon departed upon taking my first
daylight stroll through the streets of New Bedford.
In thoroughfares nigh the docks, an... | 1,190 |
PG15 | 25 | CHAPTER VIII. THE PULPIT
I had not been seated very long ere a man of a certain venerable
robustness entered; immediately as the storm-pelted door flew back upon
admitting him, a quick regardful eyeing of him by all the congregation,
sufficiently attested that this fine old man was the chaplain. Yes, it
was the famou... | 1,107 |
PG15 | 30 | This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of
the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from
Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God
has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than
to appal! Woe to him whose good name i... | 569 |
PG15 | 32 | We then turned over the book together, and I endeavored to explain to
him the purpose of the printing, and the meaning of the few pictures
that were in it. Thus I soon engaged his interest; and from that we
went to jabbering the best we could about the various outer sights to
be seen in this famous town. Soon I propose... | 848 |
PG15 | 33 | CHAPTER XI. NIGHTGOWN
We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and
Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs
over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free
and easy were we; when, at last, by reason of our confabulations, what
little nappishne... | 944 |
PG15 | 34 | CHAPTER XII. BIOGRAPHICAL
Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and
South. It is not down in any map; true places never are.
When a new-hatched savage running wild about his native woodlands in a
grass clout, followed by the nibbling goats, as if he were a green
sapling; even then, in Que... | 1,188 |
PG15 | 36 | CHAPTER XIII. WHEELBARROW
Next morning, Monday, after disposing of the embalmed head to a barber,
for a block, I settled my own and comrades bill; using, however, my
comrades money. The grinning landlord, as well as the boarders, seemed
amazingly tickled at the sudden friendship which had sprung up between
me and Que... | 1,162 |
PG15 | 37 | Gaining the more open water, the bracing breeze waxed fresh; the little
Moss tossed the quick foam from her bows, as a young colt his
snortings. How I snuffed that Tartar air!how I spurned that turnpike
earth!that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish
heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magn... | 1,171 |
PG15 | 39 | CHAPTER XIV. NANTUCKET
Nothing more happened on the passage worthy the mentioning; so, after a
fine run, we safely arrived in Nantucket.
Nantucket! Take out your map and look at it. See what a real corner of
the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely
than the Eddystone lighthouse. Look a... | 1,059 |
PG15 | 41 | CHAPTER XV. CHOWDER
It was quite late in the evening when the little Moss came snugly to
anchor, and Queequeg and I went ashore; so we could attend to no
business that day, at least none but a supper and a bed. The landlord
of the Spouter-Inn had recommended us to his cousin Hosea Hussey of the
Try Pots, whom he asse... | 1,149 |
PG15 | 42 | We resumed business; and while plying our spoons in the bowl, thinks I
to myself, I wonder now if this here has any effect on the head? Whats
that stultifying saying about chowder-headed people? But look,
Queequeg, aint that a live eel in your bowl? Wheres your harpoon?
Fishiest of all fishy places was the Try Pots, w... | 515 |
PG15 | 44 | Now when I looked about the quarter-deck, for some one having
authority, in order to propose myself as a candidate for the voyage, at
first I saw nobody; but I could not well overlook a strange sort of
tent, or rather wigwam, pitched a little behind the main-mast. It
seemed only a temporary erection used in port. It wa... | 1,088 |
PG15 | 47 | It might be thought that this was a poor way to accumulate a princely
fortuneand so it was, a very poor way indeed. But I am one of those
that never take on about princely fortunes, and am quite content if the
world is ready to board and lodge me, while I am putting up at this
grim sign of the Thunder Cloud. Upon the w... | 1,106 |
PG15 | 50 | CHAPTER XVII. THE RAMADAN
As Queequegs Ramadan, or Fasting and Humiliation, was to continue all
day, I did not choose to disturb him till towards night-fall; for I
cherish the greatest respect towards everybodys religious obligations,
never mind how comical, and could not find it in my heart to undervalue
even a cong... | 1,196 |
PG15 | 51 | And running up after me, she caught me as I was again trying to force
open the door.
I wont allow it; I wont have my premises spoiled. Go for the
locksmith, theres one about a mile from here. But avast! putting her
hand in her side-pocket, heres a key thatll fit, I guess; lets
see. And with that, she turned it in the ... | 1,110 |
PG15 | 52 | Now, as I before hinted, I have no objection to any persons religion,
be it what it may, so long as that person does not kill or insult any
other person, because that other person dont believe it also. But when
a mans religion becomes really frantic; when it is a positive torment
to him; and, in fine, makes this earth ... | 877 |
PG15 | 53 | CHAPTER XVIII. HIS MARK
As we were walking down the end of the wharf towards the ship, Queequeg
carrying his harpoon, Captain Peleg in his gruff voice loudly hailed us
from his wigwam, saying he had not suspected my friend was a cannibal,
and furthermore announcing that he let no cannibals on board that
craft, unless... | 1,171 |
PG15 | 54 | But at this question, Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken
part in similar ceremonies, looked no ways abashed; but taking the
offered pen, copied upon the paper, in the proper place, an exact
counterpart of a queer round figure which was tattooed upon his arm; so
that through Captain Pelegs obstinate mistake ... | 837 |
PG15 | 55 | CHAPTER XIX. THE PROPHET
Shipmates, have ye shipped in that ship?
Queequeg and I had just left the Pequod, and were sauntering away from
the water, for the moment each occupied with his own thoughts, when the
above words were put to us by a stranger, who, pausing before us,
levelled his massive forefinger at the ves... | 1,101 |
PG15 | 56 | Look here, friend, said I, if you have anything important to tell
us, out with it; but if you are only trying to bamboozle us, you are
mistaken in your game; thats all I have to say.
And its said very well, and I like to hear a chap talk up that way;
you are just the man for himthe likes of ye. Morning to ye, shipmate... | 583 |
PG15 | 57 | CHAPTER XX. ALL ASTIR
A day or two passed, and there was great activity aboard the Pequod.
Not only were the old sails being mended, but new sails were coming on
board, and bolts of canvas, and coils of rigging; in short, everything
betokened that the ships preparations were hurrying to a close.
Captain Peleg seldom ... | 1,198 |
PG15 | 59 | CHAPTER XXI. GOING ABOARD
It was nearly six oclock, but only grey imperfect misty dawn, when we
drew nigh the wharf.
There are some sailors running ahead there, if I see right, said I to
Queequeg, it cant be shadows; shes off by sunrise, I guess; come
on!
Avast! cried a voice, whose owner at the same time coming cl... | 1,198 |
PG15 | 61 | CHAPTER XXII. MERRY CHRISTMAS
At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ships
riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from the wharf, and
after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a whaleboat, with her
last gifta night-cap for Stubb, the second mate, her brother-in-law,
and a spare bi... | 1,138 |
PG15 | 62 | At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It
was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into
night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose
freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of
teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the mo... | 1,107 |
PG15 | 64 | CHAPTER XXIII. THE LEE SHORE
Some chapters back, one Bulkington was spoken of, a tall, new-landed
mariner, encountered in New Bedford at the inn.
When on that shivering winters night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive
bows into the cold malicious waves, who should I see standing at her
helm but Bulkington! I looked w... | 555 |
PG15 | 66 | Until the whale fishery rounded Cape Horn, no commerce but colonial,
scarcely any intercourse but colonial, was carried on between Europe
and the long line of the opulent Spanish provinces on the Pacific
coast. It was the whaleman who first broke through the jealous policy
of the Spanish crown, touching those colonies;... | 1,033 |
PG15 | 69 | CHAPTER XXVI. KNIGHTS AND SQUIRES
The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a
Quaker by descent. He was a long, earnest man, and though born on an
icy coast, seemed well adapted to endure hot latitudes, his flesh being
hard as twice-baked biscuit. Transported to the Indies, his live blood
... | 1,128 |
PG15 | 70 | But were the coming narrative to reveal, in any instance, the complete
abasement of poor Starbucks fortitude, scarce might I have the heart
to write it; for it is a thing most sorrowful, nay shocking, to expose
the fall of valor in the soul. Men may seem detestable as joint
stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, a... | 586 |
PG15 | 71 | CHAPTER XXVII. KNIGHTS AND SQUIRES
Stubb was the second mate. He was a native of Cape Cod; and hence,
according to local usage, was called a Cape-Cod-man. A happy-go-lucky;
neither craven nor valiant; taking perils as they came with an
indifferent air; and while engaged in the most imminent crisis of the
chase, toili... | 1,046 |
PG15 | 74 | CHAPTER XXVIII. AHAB
For several days after leaving Nantucket, nothing above hatches was
seen of Captain Ahab. The mates regularly relieved each other at the
watches, and for aught that could be seen to the contrary, they seemed
to be the only commanders of the ship; only they sometimes issued from
the cabin with ord... | 1,187 |
PG15 | 75 | So powerfully did the whole grim aspect of Ahab affect me, and the
livid brand which streaked it, that for the first few moments I hardly
noted that not a little of this overbearing grimness was owing to the
barbaric white leg upon which he partly stood. It had previously come
to me that this ivory leg had at sea been ... | 779 |
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