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What
then
remained
?
Of
all
the
wondrous
devices
and
dexterities
,
the
sleights
of
hand
and
countless
subtleties
,
to
which
the
veteran
whaleman
is
so
often
forced
,
none
exceed
that
fine
manoeuvre
with
the
lance
called
pitchpoling
.
Small
sword
,
or
broad
sword
,
in
all
its
exercises
boasts
nothing
like
it
.
It
is
only
indispensable
with
an
inveterate
running
whale
;
its
grand
fact
and
feature
is
the
wonderful
distance
to
which
the
long
lance
is
accurately
darted
from
a
violently
rocking
,
jerking
boat
,
under
extreme
headway
.
Steel
and
wood
included
,
the
entire
spear
is
some
ten
or
twelve
feet
in
length
;
the
staff
is
much
slighter
than
that
of
the
harpoon
,
and
also
of
a
lighter
material
--
pine
.
It
is
furnished
with
a
small
rope
called
a
warp
,
of
considerable
length
,
by
which
it
can
be
hauled
back
to
the
hand
after
darting
.
But
before
going
further
,
it
is
important
to
mention
here
,
that
though
the
harpoon
may
be
pitchpoled
in
the
same
way
with
the
lance
,
yet
it
is
seldom
done
;
and
when
done
,
is
still
less
frequently
successful
,
on
account
of
the
greater
weight
and
inferior
length
of
the
harpoon
as
compared
with
the
lance
,
which
in
effect
become
serious
drawbacks
.
As
a
general
thing
,
therefore
,
you
must
first
get
to
a
whale
,
before
any
pitchpoling
comes
into
play
.
Look
now
at
Stubb
;
a
man
who
from
his
humorous
,
deliberate
coolness
and
equanimity
in
the
direst
emergencies
,
was
specially
qualified
to
excel
in
pitchpoling
.
Look
at
him
;
he
stands
upright
in
the
tossed
bow
of
the
flying
boat
;
wrapt
in
fleecy
foam
,
the
towing
whale
is
forty
feet
ahead
Handling
the
long
lance
lightly
,
glancing
twice
or
thrice
along
its
length
to
see
if
it
be
exactly
straight
,
Stubb
whistlingly
gathers
up
the
coil
of
the
wrap
in
one
hand
,
so
as
to
secure
its
free
end
in
his
grasp
,
leaving
the
rest
unobstructed
.
Then
holding
the
lance
full
before
his
waistband
's
middle
,
he
levels
it
at
the
whale
;
when
,
covering
him
with
it
,
he
steadily
depresses
the
butt-end
in
his
hand
,
thereby
elevating
the
point
till
the
weapon
stands
fairly
balanced
upon
his
palm
,
fifteen
feet
in
the
air
.
He
minds
you
somewhat
of
a
juggler
,
balancing
a
long
staff
on
his
chin
.
Next
moment
with
a
rapid
,
nameless
impulse
,
in
a
superb
arch
the
bright
steel
spans
the
foaming
distance
,
and
quivers
in
the
life
spot
of
the
whale
.
Instead
of
sparkling
water
,
he
now
spouts
red
blood
.
"
That
drove
the
spigot
out
of
him
!
"
cried
Stubb
.
"
'
Tis
July
's
immortal
Fourth
;
all
fountains
must
run
wine
today
!
Would
now
,
it
were
old
Orleans
whiskey
,
or
old
Ohio
,
or
unspeakable
old
Monongahela
!
Then
,
Tashtego
,
lad
,
I
'd
have
ye
hold
a
canakin
to
the
jet
,
and
we
'd
drink
round
it
!
Yea
,
verily
,
hearts
alive
,
we
'd
brew
choice
punch
in
the
spread
of
his
spout-hole
there
,
and
from
that
live
punch-bowl
quaff
the
living
stuff
.
"
Again
and
again
to
such
gamesome
talk
,
the
dexterous
dart
is
repeated
,
the
spear
returning
to
its
master
like
a
greyhound
held
in
skilful
leash
.
The
agonized
whale
goes
into
his
flurry
;
the
tow-line
is
slackened
,
and
the
pitchpoler
dropping
astern
,
folds
his
hands
,
and
mutely
watches
the
monster
die
.
That
for
six
thousand
years
--
and
no
one
knows
how
many
millions
of
ages
before
--
the
great
whales
should
have
been
spouting
all
over
the
sea
,
and
sprinkling
and
mistifying
the
gardens
of
the
deep
,
as
with
so
many
sprinkling
or
mistifying
pots
;
and
that
for
some
centuries
back
,
thousands
of
hunters
should
have
been
close
by
the
fountain
of
the
whale
,
watching
these
sprinklings
and
spoutings
--
that
all
this
should
be
,
and
yet
,
that
down
to
this
blessed
minute
(
fifteen
and
a
quarter
minutes
past
one
o'clock
P.M.
of
this
sixteenth
day
of
December
,
A.D.
1851
)
,
it
should
still
remain
a
problem
,
whether
these
spoutings
are
,
after
all
,
really
water
,
or
nothing
but
vapor
--
this
is
surely
a
noteworthy
thing
.
Let
us
,
then
,
look
at
this
matter
,
along
with
some
interesting
items
contingent
.
Every
one
knows
that
by
the
peculiar
cunning
of
their
gills
,
the
finny
tribes
in
general
breathe
the
air
which
at
all
times
is
combined
with
the
element
in
which
they
swim
;
hence
,
a
herring
or
a
cod
might
live
a
century
,
and
never
once
raise
its
head
above
the
surface
.
But
owing
to
his
marked
internal
structure
which
gives
him
regular
lungs
,
like
a
human
being
's
,
the
whale
can
only
live
by
inhaling
the
disengaged
air
in
the
open
atmosphere
.
Wherefore
the
necessity
for
his
periodical
visits
to
the
upper
world
.
But
he
can
not
in
any
degree
breathe
through
his
mouth
,
for
,
in
his
ordinary
attitude
,
the
Sperm
Whale
's
mouth
is
buried
at
least
eight
feet
beneath
the
surface
;
and
what
is
still
more
,
his
windpipe
has
no
connexion
with
his
mouth
.
No
,
he
breathes
through
his
spiracle
alone
;
and
this
is
on
the
top
of
his
head
.
