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But
the
sight
of
little
Flask
mounted
upon
gigantic
Daggoo
was
yet
more
curious
;
for
sustaining
himself
with
a
cool
,
indifferent
,
easy
,
unthought
of
,
barbaric
majesty
,
the
noble
negro
to
every
roll
of
the
sea
harmoniously
rolled
his
fine
form
.
On
his
broad
back
,
flaxen-haired
Flask
seemed
a
snow-flake
.
The
bearer
looked
nobler
than
the
rider
.
Though
truly
vivacious
,
tumultuous
,
ostentatious
little
Flask
would
now
and
then
stamp
with
impatience
;
but
not
one
added
heave
did
he
thereby
give
to
the
negro
's
lordly
chest
.
So
have
I
seen
Passion
and
Vanity
stamping
the
living
magnanimous
earth
,
but
the
earth
did
not
alter
her
tides
and
her
seasons
for
that
.
Meanwhile
Stubb
,
the
third
mate
,
betrayed
no
such
far-gazing
solicitudes
.
The
whales
might
have
made
one
of
their
regular
soundings
,
not
a
temporary
dive
from
mere
fright
;
and
if
that
were
the
case
,
Stubb
,
as
his
wont
in
such
cases
,
it
seems
,
was
resolved
to
solace
the
languishing
interval
with
his
pipe
.
He
withdrew
it
from
his
hatband
,
where
he
always
wore
it
aslant
like
a
feather
.
He
loaded
it
,
and
rammed
home
the
loading
with
his
thumb-end
;
but
hardly
had
he
ignited
his
match
across
the
rough
sandpaper
of
his
hand
,
when
Tashtego
,
his
harpooneer
,
whose
eyes
had
been
setting
to
windward
like
two
fixed
stars
,
suddenly
dropped
like
light
from
his
erect
attitude
to
his
seat
,
crying
out
in
a
quick
phrensy
of
hurry
,
"
Down
,
down
all
,
and
give
way
!
--
there
they
are
!
"
To
a
landsman
,
no
whale
,
nor
any
sign
of
a
herring
,
would
have
been
visible
at
that
moment
;
nothing
but
a
troubled
bit
of
greenish
white
water
,
and
thin
scattered
puffs
of
vapor
hovering
over
it
,
and
suffusingly
blowing
off
to
leeward
,
like
the
confused
scud
from
white
rolling
billows
.
The
air
around
suddenly
vibrated
and
tingled
,
as
it
were
,
like
the
air
over
intensely
heated
plates
of
iron
.
Beneath
this
atmospheric
waving
and
curling
,
and
partially
beneath
a
thin
layer
of
water
,
also
,
the
whales
were
swimming
.
Seen
in
advance
of
all
the
other
indications
,
the
puffs
of
vapor
they
spouted
,
seemed
their
forerunning
couriers
and
detached
flying
outriders
.
All
four
boats
were
now
in
keen
pursuit
of
that
one
spot
of
troubled
water
and
air
.
But
it
bade
far
outstrip
them
;
it
flew
on
and
on
,
a
mass
of
interblending
bubbles
borne
down
a
rapid
stream
from
the
hills
.
"
Pull
,
pull
,
my
good
boys
,
"
said
Starbuck
,
in
the
lowest
possible
but
intensest
concentrated
whisper
to
his
men
;
while
the
sharp
fixed
glance
from
his
eyes
darted
straight
ahead
of
the
bow
,
almost
seemed
as
two
visible
needles
in
two
unerring
binnacle
compasses
.
He
did
not
say
much
to
his
crew
,
though
,
nor
did
his
crew
say
anything
to
him
.
Only
the
silence
of
the
boat
was
at
intervals
startlingly
pierced
by
one
of
his
peculiar
whispers
,
now
harsh
with
command
,
now
soft
with
entreaty
.
How
different
the
loud
little
King-Post
.
"
Sing
out
and
say
something
,
my
hearties
.
Roar
and
pull
,
my
thunderbolts
!
Beach
me
,
beach
me
on
their
black
backs
,
boys
;
only
do
that
for
me
,
and
I
'll
sign
over
to
you
my
Martha
's
Vineyard
plantation
,
boys
;
including
wife
and
children
,
boys
.
Lay
me
on
--
lay
me
on
!
O
Lord
,
Lord
!
but
I
shall
go
stark
,
staring
mad
!
See
!
see
that
white
water
!
"
And
so
shouting
,
he
pulled
his
hat
from
his
head
,
and
stamped
up
and
down
on
it
;
then
picking
it
up
,
flirted
it
far
off
upon
the
sea
;
and
finally
fell
to
rearing
and
plunging
in
the
boat
's
stern
like
a
crazed
colt
from
the
prairie
.
"
Look
at
that
chap
now
,
"
philosophically
drawled
Stubb
,
who
,
with
his
unlighted
short
pipe
,
mechanically
retained
between
his
teeth
,
at
a
short
distance
,
followed
after
--
"
He
's
got
fits
,
that
Flask
has
.
Fits
?
yes
,
give
him
fits
--
that
's
the
very
word
--
pitch
fits
into
'
em
.
Merrily
,
merrily
,
hearts-alive
.
Pudding
for
supper
,
you
know
;
--
merry
's
the
word
.
Pull
,
babes
--
pull
,
sucklings
--
pull
,
all
.
But
what
the
devil
are
you
hurrying
about
?
Softly
,
softly
,
and
steadily
,
my
men
.
Only
pull
,
and
keep
pulling
;
nothing
more
.
Crack
all
your
backbones
,
and
bite
your
knives
in
two
--
that
's
all
.
Take
it
easy
--
why
do
n't
ye
take
it
easy
,
I
say
,
and
burst
all
your
livers
and
lungs
!
"
