If to Starbuck the apparition of the Squid was a thing of portents,to Queequeg it was quite a different object.
"When you see him 'quid," said the savage, honing his harpoon in the bowof his hoisted boat, "then you quick see him 'parm whale."
The next day was exceedingly still and sultry, and with nothingspecial to engage them, the Pequod's crew could hardlyresist the spell of sleep induced by such a vacant sea.For this part of the Indian Ocean through which we then werevoyaging is not what whalemen call a lively ground; that is,it affords fewer glimpses of porpoises, dolphins, flying-fish, andother vivacious denizens of more stirring waters, than those offthe Rio de la Plata, or the in-shore ground off Peru.
It was my turn to stand at the foremast-head; and with myshoulders leaning against the slackened royal shrouds,to and fro I idly swayed in what seemed an enchanted air.No resolution could withstand it; in that dreamy mood losingall consciousness, at last my soul went out of my body;though my body still continued to sway as a pendulum will,long after the power which first moved it is withdrawn.
Ere forgetfulness altogether came over me, I had noticed thatthe seamen at the main and mizzen mast-heads were already drowsy.So that at last all three of us lifelessly swung from the spars,and for every swing that we made there was a nod from below fromthe slumbering helmsman. The waves, too, nodded their indolent crests;and across the wide trance of the sea, east nodded to west,and the sun over all.
Suddenly bubbles seemed bursting beneath my closed eyes;like vices my hands grasped the shrouds; some invisible,gracious agency preserved me; with a shock I came back to life.And lo! close under our lee, not forty fathoms off, a giganticSperm Whale lay rolling in the water like the capsized hullof a frigate, his broad, glossy back, of an Ethiopian hue,glistening in the sun's rays like a mirror. But lazily undulatingin the trough of the sea, and ever and anon tranquilly spouting hisvapory jet, the whale looked like a portly burgher smoking his pipeof a warm afternoon. But that pipe, poor whale, was thy last.As if struck by some enchanter's wand, the sleepy shipand every sleeper in it all at once started into wakefulness;and more than a score of voices from all parts of the vessel,simultaneously with the three notes from aloft, shouted forththe accustomed cry, as the great fish slowly and regularlyspouted the sparkling brine into the air.
"Clear away the boats! Luff!" cried Ahab. And obeying his own order,he dashed the helm down before the helmsman could handle the spokes.
The sudden exclamations of the crew must have alarmed the whale; and erethe boats were down, majestically turning, he swam away to the leeward,but with such a steady tranquillity, and making so few ripples as he swam,that thinking after all he might not as yet be alarmed, Ahab gave ordersthat not an oar should be used, and no man must speak but in whispers.So seated like Ontario Indians on the gunwales of the boats,we swiftly but silently paddled along; the calm not admitting ofthe noiseless sails being set. Presently, as we thus glided in chase,the monster perpendicularly flitted his tail forty feet into the air,and then sank out of sight like a tower swallowed up.
"There go flukes!" was the cry, an announcement immediatelyfollowed by Stubb's producing his match and igniting his pipe,for now a respite was granted. After the full interval of hissounding had elapsed, the whale rose again, and being now in advanceof the smoker's boat, and much nearer to it than to any of the others,Stubb counted upon the honor of the capture. It was obvious,now, that the whale had at length become aware of his pursuers.All silence of cautiousness was therefore no longer of use.Paddles were dropped, and oars came loudly into play.And still puffing at his pipe, Stubb cheered on his crewto the assault.
Yes, a mighty change had come over the fish. All alive to his jeopardy,he was going "head out"; that part obliquely projecting from the madyeast which he brewed.*
*It will be seen in some other place of what a very light substancethe entire interior of the sperm whale's enormous head consists.Though apparently the most massive, it is by far the most buoyantpart about him. So that with ease he elevates it in the air,and invariably does so when going at his utmost speed.Besides, such is the breadth of the upper part of the front of his head,and such the tapering cut-water formation of the lower part,that by obliquely elevating his head, he thereby may be saidto transform himself from a bluff-bowed sluggish galliot intoa sharppointed New York pilot-boat.
"Start her, start her, my men! Don't hurry yourselves; take plentyof time--but start her; start her like thunder-claps, that's all,"cried Stubb, spluttering out the smoke as he spoke. "Start her, now;give 'em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy--start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool--cucumbers is the word--easy, easy--only start her like grim death and grinning devils,and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves, boys--that's all. Start her!"
"Woo-hoo! Wa-hee!" screamed the Gay-Header in reply, raising someold war-whoop to the skies; as every oarsman in the strained boatinvoluntarily bounced forward with the one tremendous leading strokewhich the eager Indian gave.
But his wild screams were answered by others quite as wild."Kee-hee! Kee-hee!" yelled Daggoo, straining forwards and backwardson his seat, like a pacing tiger in his cage.
"Ka-la! Koo-loo!" howled Queequeg, as if smacking his lips over amouthful of Grenadier's steak. And thus with oars and yells the keelscut the sea. Meanwhile, Stubb, retaining his place in the van,still encouraged his men to the onset, all the while puffing the smokefrom his mouth. Like desperadoes they tugged and they strained,till the welcome cry was heard--"Stand up, Tashtego!--give it to him!"The harpoon was hurled. "Stern all!" The oarsmen backed water; the samemoment something went hot and hissing along every one of their wrists.It was the magical line. An instant before, Stubb had swiftlycaught two additional turns with it round the loggerhead, whence,by reason of its increased rapid circlings, a hempen blue smokenow jetted up and mingled with the steady fumes from his pipe.As the line passed round and round the loggerhead; so also, just beforereaching that point, it blisteringly passed through and through bothof Stubb's hands, from which the hand-cloths, or squares of quiltedcanvas sometimes worn at these times, had accidentally dropped.It was like holding an enemy's sharp two-edged sword by the blade,and that enemy all the time striving to wrest it out of your clutch.
"Wet the line! wet the line!" cried Stubb to the tub oarsman (him seatedby the tub) who, snatching off his hat, dashed the sea-water into it.*More turns were taken, so that the line began holding its place.The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark all fins.Stubb and Tashtego here changed places--stem for stern--a staggeringbusiness truly in that rocking commotion.
*Partly to show the indispensableness of this act, it may herebe stated, that, in the old Dutch fishery, a mop was usedto dash the running line with water; in many other ships,a wooden piggin, or bailer, is set apart for that purpose.Your hat, however, is the most convenient.
From the vibrating line extending the entire length of the upper partof the boat, and from its now being more tight than a harpstring,you would have thought the craft had two keels--one cleaving the water,the other the air--as the boat churned on through both opposingelements at once. A continual cascade played at the bows;a ceaseless whirling eddy in her wake; and, at the slightest motionfrom within, even but of a little finger, the vibrating, cracking craftcanted over her spasmodic gunwale into the sea. Thus they rushed;each man with might and main clinging to his seat, to prevent beingtossed to the foam; and the tall form of Tashtego at the steering oarcrouching almost double, in order to bring down his centre of gravity.Whole Atlantics and Pacifics seemed passed as they shot on their way,till at length the whale somewhat slackened his flight.
"Haul in--haul in!" cried Stubb to the bowsman! and,facing round towards the whale, all hands began pullingthe boat up to him, while yet the boat was being towed on.Soon ranging up by his flank, Stubb, firmly planting his kneein the clumsy cleat, darted dart after dart into the flying fish;at the word of command, the boat alternately ster
ning outof the way of the whale's horrible wallow, and then ranging upfor another fling.
The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooksdown a hill. His tormented body rolled not in brine but in blood,which bubbled and seethed for furlongs behind in their wake.The slanting sun playing upon this crimson pond in the sea,sent back its reflection into every face, so that they all glowedto each other like red men. And all the while, jet after jetof white smoke was agonizingly shot from the spiracle of the whale,and vehement puff after puff from the mouth of the excited headsman;as at every dart, hauling in upon his crooked lance (by the lineattached to it), Stubb straightened it again and again, by a fewrapid blows against the gunwale, then again and again sent itinto the whale.
"Pull up--pull up!" he now cried to the bowsman, as the waningwhale relaxed in his wrath. "Pull up!--close to!" and the boatranged along the fish's flank. When reaching far over the bow,Stubb slowly churned his long sharp lance into the fish, and keptit there, carefully churning and churning, as if cautiously seekingto feel after some gold watch that the whale might have swallowed,and which he was fearful of breaking ere he could hook it out.But that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish.And now it is struck; for, starting from his trance into thatunspeakable thing called his "flurry," the monster horribly wallowedin his blood, overwrapped himself in impenetrable, mad, boiling spray,so that the imperilled craft, instantly dropping astern, had much adoblindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clearair of the day.
And now abating in his flurry, the whale once more rolled out into view!surging from side to side; spasmodically dilating and contractinghis spout-hole, with sharp, cracking, agonized respirations.At last, gush after gush of clotted red gore, as if it had beenthe purple lees of red wine, shot into the frightened air; and fallingback again, ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea.His heart had burst!
"He's dead, Mr. Stubb," said Daggoo.
"Yes; both pipes smoked out!" and withdrawing his own from his mouth,Stubb scattered the dead ashes over the water; and, for a moment,stood thoughtfully eyeing the vast corpse he had made.