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As
in
decapitating
the
whale
,
the
operator
's
instrument
is
brought
close
to
the
spot
where
an
entrance
is
subsequently
forced
into
the
spermaceti
magazine
;
he
has
,
therefore
,
to
be
uncommonly
heedful
,
lest
a
careless
,
untimely
stroke
should
invade
the
sanctuary
and
wastingly
let
out
its
invaluable
contents
It
is
this
decapitated
end
of
the
head
,
also
,
which
is
at
last
elevated
out
of
the
water
,
and
retained
in
that
position
by
the
enormous
cutting
tackles
,
whose
hempen
combinations
,
on
one
side
,
make
quite
a
wilderness
of
ropes
in
that
quarter
.
Thus
much
being
said
,
attend
now
,
I
pray
you
,
to
that
marvellous
and
--
in
this
particular
instance
--
almost
fatal
operation
whereby
the
Sperm
Whale
's
great
Heidelburgh
Tun
is
tapped
.
Nimble
as
a
cat
,
Tashtego
mounts
aloft
;
and
without
altering
his
erect
posture
,
runs
straight
out
upon
the
overhanging
mainyard-arm
,
to
the
part
where
it
exactly
projects
over
the
hoisted
Tun
.
He
has
carried
with
him
a
light
tackle
called
a
whip
,
consisting
of
only
two
parts
,
travelling
through
a
single-sheaved
block
.
Securing
this
block
,
so
that
it
hangs
down
from
the
yard-arm
,
he
swings
one
end
of
the
rope
,
till
it
is
caught
and
firmly
held
by
a
hand
on
the
deck
.
Then
,
hand-over-hand
,
down
the
other
part
,
the
Indian
drops
through
the
air
,
till
dexterously
he
lands
on
the
summit
of
the
head
.
There
--
still
high
elevated
above
the
rest
of
the
company
,
to
whom
he
vivaciously
cries
--
he
seems
some
Turkish
Muezzin
calling
the
good
people
to
prayers
from
the
top
of
a
tower
.
A
short-handled
sharp
spade
being
sent
up
to
him
,
he
diligently
searches
for
the
proper
place
to
begin
breaking
into
the
Tun
.
In
this
business
he
proceeds
very
heedfully
,
like
a
treasure-hunter
in
some
old
house
,
sounding
the
walls
to
find
where
the
gold
is
masoned
in
.
By
the
time
this
cautious
search
is
over
,
a
stout
ironbound
bucket
,
precisely
like
a
well-bucket
,
has
been
attached
to
one
end
of
the
whip
;
while
the
other
end
,
being
stretched
across
the
deck
,
is
there
held
by
two
or
three
alert
hands
.
These
last
now
hoist
the
bucket
within
grasp
of
the
Indian
,
to
whom
another
person
has
reached
up
a
very
long
pole
.
Inserting
this
pole
into
the
bucket
,
Tashtego
downward
guides
the
bucket
into
the
Tun
,
till
it
entirely
disappears
;
then
giving
the
word
to
the
seamen
at
the
whip
,
up
comes
the
bucket
again
,
all
bubbling
like
a
dairy-maid
's
pail
of
new
milk
.
Carefully
lowered
from
its
height
,
the
full-freighted
vessel
is
caught
by
an
appointed
hand
,
and
quickly
emptied
into
a
large
tub
.
Then
remounting
aloft
,
it
again
goes
through
the
same
round
until
the
deep
cistern
will
yield
no
more
.
Towards
the
end
,
Tashtego
has
to
ram
his
long
pole
harder
and
harder
,
and
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
Tun
,
until
some
twenty
feet
of
the
pole
have
gone
down
.
Now
,
the
people
of
the
Pequod
had
been
baling
some
time
in
this
way
;
several
tubs
had
been
filled
with
the
fragrant
sperm
;
when
all
at
once
a
queer
accident
happened
.
Whether
it
was
that
Tashtego
,
that
wild
Indian
,
was
so
heedless
and
reckless
as
to
let
go
for
a
moment
his
one-handed
hold
on
the
great
cabled
tackles
suspending
the
head
;
or
whether
the
place
where
he
stood
was
so
treacherous
and
oozy
;
or
whether
the
Evil
One
himself
would
have
it
to
fall
out
so
,
without
stating
his
particular
reasons
;
how
it
was
exactly
,
there
is
no
telling
now
;
but
,
on
a
sudden
,
as
the
eightieth
or
ninetieth
bucket
came
suckingly
up
--
my
God
!
poor
Tashtego
--
like
the
twin
reciprocating
bucket
in
a
veritable
well
,
dropped
head-foremost
down
into
this
great
Tun
of
Heidelburgh
,
and
with
a
horrible
oily
gurgling
,
went
clean
out
of
sight
!
"
Man
overboard
!
"
cried
Daggoo
,
who
amid
the
general
consternation
first
came
to
his
senses
.
"
Swing
the
bucket
this
way
!
"
and
putting
one
foot
into
it
,
so
as
the
better
to
secure
his
slippery
hand-hold
on
the
whip
itself
the
hoisters
ran
him
high
up
to
the
top
of
the
head
,
almost
before
Tashtego
could
have
reached
its
interior
bottom
.
Meantime
,
there
was
a
terrible
tumult
.
Looking
over
the
side
,
they
saw
the
before
lifeless
head
throbbing
and
heaving
just
below
the
surface
of
the
sea
,
as
if
that
moment
seized
with
some
momentous
idea
;
whereas
it
was
only
the
poor
Indian
unconsciously
revealing
by
those
struggles
the
perilous
depth
to
which
he
had
sunk
.
At
this
instant
,
while
Daggoo
,
on
the
summit
of
the
head
,
was
clearing
the
whip
--
which
had
somehow
got
foul
of
the
great
cutting
tackles
--
a
sharp
cracking
noise
was
heard
;
and
to
the
unspeakable
horror
of
all
,
one
of
the
two
enormous
hooks
suspending
the
head
tore
out
,
and
with
a
vast
vibration
the
enormous
mass
sideways
swung
,
till
the
drunk
ship
reeled
and
shook
as
if
smitten
by
an
iceberg
.
The
one
remaining
hook
,
upon
which
the
entire
strain
now
depended
,
seemed
every
instant
to
be
on
the
point
of
giving
way
;
an
event
still
more
likely
from
the
violent
motions
of
the
head
.
"
Come
down
,
come
down
!
"
yelled
the
seamen
to
Daggoo
,
but
with
one
hand
holding
on
to
the
heavy
tackles
,
so
that
if
the
head
should
drop
,
he
would
still
remain
suspended
;
the
negro
having
cleared
the
foul
line
,
rammed
down
the
bucket
into
the
now
collapsed
well
,
meaning
that
the
buried
harpooneer
should
grasp
it
,
and
so
be
hoisted
out
.
