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During
all
this
blackness
of
the
elements
,
Ahab
,
though
assuming
for
the
time
the
almost
continual
command
of
the
drenched
and
dangerous
deck
,
manifested
the
gloomiest
reserve
;
and
more
seldom
than
ever
addressed
his
mates
.
In
tempestuous
times
like
these
,
after
everything
above
and
aloft
has
been
secured
,
nothing
more
can
be
done
but
passively
to
await
the
issue
of
the
gale
.
Then
Captain
and
crew
become
practical
fatalists
.
So
,
with
his
ivory
leg
inserted
into
its
accustomed
hole
,
and
with
one
hand
firmly
grasping
a
shroud
,
Ahab
for
hours
and
hours
would
stand
gazing
dead
to
windward
,
while
an
occasional
squall
of
sleet
or
snow
would
all
but
congeal
his
very
eyelashes
together
.
Meantime
,
the
crew
driven
from
the
forward
part
of
the
ship
by
the
perilous
seas
that
burstingly
broke
over
its
bows
,
stood
in
a
line
along
the
bulwarks
in
the
waist
;
and
the
better
to
guard
against
the
leaping
waves
,
each
man
had
slipped
himself
into
a
sort
of
bowline
secured
to
the
rail
,
in
which
he
swung
as
in
a
loosened
belt
Few
or
no
words
were
spoken
;
and
the
silent
ship
,
as
if
manned
by
painted
sailors
in
wax
,
day
after
day
tore
on
through
all
the
swift
madness
and
gladness
of
the
demoniac
waves
.
By
night
the
same
muteness
of
humanity
before
the
shrieks
of
the
ocean
prevailed
;
still
in
silence
the
men
swung
in
the
bowlines
;
still
wordless
Ahab
stood
up
to
the
blast
.
Even
when
wearied
nature
seemed
demanding
repose
he
would
not
seek
that
respose
in
his
hammock
.
Never
could
Starbuck
forget
the
old
man
's
aspect
,
when
one
night
going
down
into
the
cabin
to
mark
how
the
barometer
stood
,
he
saw
him
with
closed
eyes
sitting
straight
in
his
floor-screwed
chair
;
the
rain
and
half-melted
sleet
of
the
storm
from
which
he
had
some
time
before
emerged
,
still
slowly
dripping
from
the
unremoved
hat
and
coat
.
On
the
table
beside
him
lay
unrolled
one
of
those
charts
of
tides
and
currents
which
have
previously
been
spoken
of
.
His
lantern
swung
from
his
tightly
clenched
hand
.
Though
the
body
was
erect
,
the
head
was
thrown
back
so
that
the
closed
eves
were
pointed
towards
the
needle
of
the
tell-tale
that
swung
from
a
beam
in
the
ceiling
.
Terrible
old
man
!
thought
Starbuck
with
a
shudder
,
sleeping
in
this
gale
,
still
thou
steadfastly
eyest
thy
purpose
.
South-eastward
from
the
Cape
,
off
the
distant
Crozetts
,
a
good
cruising
ground
for
Right
Whalemen
,
a
sail
loomed
ahead
,
the
Goney
(
Albatross
)
by
name
.
As
she
slowly
drew
nigh
,
from
my
lofty
perch
at
the
fore-mast-head
,
I
had
a
good
view
of
that
sight
so
remarkable
to
a
tyro
in
the
far
ocean
fisheries
--
a
whaler
at
sea
,
and
long
absent
from
home
.
As
if
the
waves
had
been
fullers
,
this
craft
was
bleached
like
the
skeleton
of
a
stranded
walrus
.
All
down
her
sides
,
this
spectral
appearance
was
traced
with
long
channels
of
reddened
rust
,
while
all
her
spars
and
her
rigging
were
like
the
thick
branches
of
trees
furred
over
with
hoar-frost
.
Only
her
lower
sails
were
set
.
A
wild
sight
it
was
to
see
her
long-bearded
look-outs
at
those
three
mast-heads
.
They
seemed
clad
in
the
skins
of
beasts
,
so
torn
and
bepatched
the
raiment
that
had
survived
nearly
four
years
of
cruising
.
Standing
in
iron
hoops
nailed
to
the
mast
,
they
swayed
and
swung
over
a
fathomless
sea
;
and
though
,
when
the
ship
slowly
glided
close
under
our
stern
,
we
six
men
in
the
air
came
so
nigh
to
each
other
that
we
might
almost
have
leaped
from
the
mast-heads
of
one
ship
to
those
of
the
other
;
yet
,
those
forlorn-looking
fishermen
,
mildly
eyeing
us
as
they
passed
,
said
not
one
word
to
our
own
look-outs
,
while
the
quarter-deck
hail
was
being
heard
from
below
.
"
Ship
ahoy
!
Have
ye
seen
the
White
Whale
?
"
But
as
the
strange
captain
,
leaning
over
the
pallid
bulwarks
,
was
in
the
act
of
putting
his
trumpet
to
his
mouth
,
it
somehow
fell
from
his
hand
into
the
sea
;
and
the
wind
now
rising
amain
,
he
in
vain
strove
to
make
himself
heard
without
it
.
Meantime
his
ship
was
still
increasing
the
distance
between
us
.
While
in
various
silent
ways
the
seamen
of
the
Pequod
were
evincing
their
observance
of
this
ominous
incident
at
the
first
mere
mention
of
the
White
Whale
's
name
to
another
ship
,
Ahab
for
a
moment
paused
;
it
almost
seemed
as
though
he
would
have
lowered
a
boat
to
board
the
stranger
,
had
not
the
threatening
wind
forbade
.
But
taking
advantage
of
his
windward
position
,
he
again
seized
his
trumpet
,
and
knowing
by
her
aspect
that
the
stranger
vessel
was
a
Nantucketer
and
shortly
bound
home
,
he
loudly
hailed
--
"
Ahoy
there
!
This
is
the
Pequod
,
bound
round
the
world
!
Tell
them
to
address
all
future
letters
to
the
Pacific
ocean
!
and
this
time
three
years
,
if
I
am
not
at
home
,
tell
them
to
address
them
to
-
"
At
that
moment
the
two
wakes
were
fairly
crossed
,
and
instantly
,
then
,
in
accordance
with
their
singular
ways
,
shoals
of
small
harmless
fish
,
that
for
some
days
before
had
been
placidly
swimming
by
our
side
,
darted
away
with
what
seemed
shuddering
fins
,
and
ranged
themselves
fore
and
aft
with
the
stranger
's
flanks
.
Though
in
the
course
of
his
continual
voyagings
Ahab
must
often
before
have
noticed
a
similar
sight
,
yet
,
to
any
monomaniac
man
,
the
veriest
trifles
capriciously
carry
meanings
"
Swim
away
from
me
,
do
ye
?
"
murmured
Ahab
,
gazing
over
into
the
water
.
There
seemed
but
little
in
the
words
,
but
the
tone
conveyed
more
of
deep
helpless
sadness
than
the
insane
old
man
had
ever
before
evinced
.
But
turning
to
the
steersman
,
who
thus
far
had
been
holding
the
ship
in
the
wind
to
diminish
her
headway
,
he
cried
out
in
his
old
lion
voice
--
"
Up
helm
!
Keep
her
off
round
the
world
!
"
Round
the
world
!
There
is
much
in
that
sound
to
inspire
proud
feelings
;
but
whereto
does
all
that
circumnavigation
conduct
?
Only
through
numberless
perils
to
the
very
point
whence
we
started
,
where
those
that
we
left
behind
secure
,
were
all
the
time
before
us
.
