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"
Wet
the
line
!
wet
the
line
!
"
cried
Stubb
to
the
tub
oarsman
(
him
seated
by
the
tub
)
who
,
snatching
off
his
hat
,
dashed
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
staggering
business
truly
in
that
rocking
commotion
.
From
the
vibrating
line
extending
the
entire
length
of
the
upper
part
of
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
opposing
elements
at
once
.
A
continual
cascade
played
at
the
bows
;
a
ceaseless
whirling
eddy
in
her
wake
;
and
,
at
the
slightest
motion
from
within
,
even
but
of
a
little
finger
,
the
vibrating
,
cracking
craft
canted
over
her
spasmodic
gunwale
into
the
sea
.
Thus
they
rushed
;
each
man
with
might
and
main
clinging
to
his
seat
,
to
prevent
being
tossed
to
the
foam
;
and
the
tall
form
of
Tashtego
at
the
steering
oar
crouching
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
pulling
the
boat
up
to
him
,
while
yet
the
boat
was
being
towed
on
.
Soon
ranging
up
by
his
flank
,
Stubb
,
firmly
planting
his
knee
in
the
clumsy
cleat
,
darted
dart
after
dart
into
the
flying
fish
;
at
the
word
of
command
,
the
boat
alternately
sterning
out
of
the
way
of
the
whale
's
horrible
wallow
,
and
then
ranging
up
for
another
fling
.
The
red
tide
now
poured
from
all
sides
of
the
monster
like
brooks
down
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
their
crimson
pond
in
the
sea
,
sent
back
its
reflection
into
every
face
,
so
that
they
all
glowed
to
each
other
like
red
men
.
And
all
the
while
,
jet
after
jet
of
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
line
attached
to
it
)
,
Stubb
straightened
it
again
and
again
,
by
a
few
rapid
blows
against
the
gunwale
,
then
again
and
again
sent
it
into
the
whale
.
"
Pull
up
--
pull
up
!
"
he
now
cried
to
the
bowsman
,
as
the
waning
whale
relaxed
in
his
wrath
.
"
Pull
up
!
--
close
to
!
"
and
the
boat
ranged
along
the
fish
's
flank
When
reaching
far
over
the
bow
,
Stubb
slowly
churned
his
long
sharp
lance
into
the
fish
,
and
kept
it
there
,
carefully
churning
and
churning
,
as
if
cautiously
seeking
to
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
that
unspeakable
thing
called
his
"
flurry
,
"
the
monster
horribly
wallowed
in
his
blood
,
overwrapped
himself
in
impenetrable
,
mad
,
boiling
spray
,
so
that
the
imperilled
craft
,
instantly
dropping
astern
,
had
much
ado
blindly
to
struggle
out
from
that
phrensied
twilight
into
the
clear
air
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
contracting
his
spout-hole
,
with
sharp
,
cracking
,
agonized
respirations
.
At
last
,
gush
after
gush
of
clotted
red
gore
,
as
if
it
had
been
the
purple
lees
of
red
wine
,
shot
into
the
frightened
air
;
and
falling
back
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
.
