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Presently
,
the
vapors
in
advance
slid
aside
;
and
there
in
the
distance
lay
a
ship
,
whose
furled
sails
betokened
that
some
sort
of
whale
must
be
alongside
.
As
we
glided
nearer
,
the
stranger
showed
French
colors
from
his
peak
;
and
by
the
eddying
cloud
of
vulture
sea-fowl
that
circled
,
and
hovered
,
and
swooped
around
him
,
it
was
plain
that
the
whale
alongside
must
be
what
the
fishermen
call
a
blasted
whale
,
that
is
,
a
whale
that
has
died
unmolested
on
the
sea
,
and
so
floated
an
unappropriated
corpse
.
It
may
well
be
conceived
,
what
an
unsavory
odor
such
a
mass
must
exhale
;
worse
than
an
Assyrian
city
in
the
plague
,
when
the
living
are
incompetent
to
bury
the
departed
.
So
intolerable
indeed
is
it
regarded
by
some
,
that
no
cupidity
could
persuade
them
to
moor
alongside
of
it
.
Yet
are
there
those
who
will
still
do
it
;
notwithstanding
the
fact
that
the
oil
obtained
from
such
subjects
is
of
a
very
inferior
quality
,
and
by
no
means
of
the
nature
of
attar-of-rose
.
Coming
still
nearer
with
the
expiring
breeze
,
we
saw
that
the
Frenchman
had
a
second
whale
alongside
;
and
this
second
whale
seemed
even
more
of
a
nosegay
than
the
first
.
In
truth
,
it
turned
out
to
be
one
of
those
problematical
whales
that
seem
to
dry
up
and
die
with
a
sort
of
prodigious
dyspepsia
,
or
indigestion
;
leaving
their
defunct
bodies
almost
entirely
bankrupt
of
anything
like
oil
.
Nevertheless
,
in
the
proper
place
we
shall
see
that
no
knowing
fisherman
will
ever
turn
up
his
nose
at
such
a
whale
as
this
,
however
much
he
may
shun
blasted
whales
in
general
.
The
Pequod
had
now
swept
so
nigh
to
the
stranger
,
that
Stubb
vowed
he
recognized
his
cutting
spade-pole
entangled
in
the
lines
that
were
knotted
round
the
tail
of
one
of
these
whales
.
"
There
's
a
pretty
fellow
,
now
,
"
he
banteringly
laughed
,
standing
in
the
ship
's
bows
,
"
there
's
a
jackal
for
ye
!
I
well
knew
that
these
Crappoes
of
Frenchmen
are
but
poor
devils
in
the
fishery
;
sometimes
lowering
their
boats
for
breakers
,
mistaking
them
for
Sperm
Whale
spouts
;
yes
,
and
sometimes
sailing
from
their
port
with
their
hold
full
of
boxes
of
tallow
candles
,
and
cases
of
snuffers
,
foreseeing
that
all
the
oil
they
will
get
wo
n't
be
enough
to
dip
the
Captain
's
wick
into
;
aye
,
we
all
know
these
things
;
but
look
ye
,
here
's
a
Crappo
that
is
content
with
our
leavings
,
the
drugged
whale
there
,
I
mean
;
aye
,
and
is
content
too
with
scraping
the
dry
bones
of
that
other
precious
fish
he
has
there
.
Poor
devil
!
I
say
,
pass
round
a
hat
,
some
one
,
and
let
's
make
him
a
present
of
a
little
oil
for
dear
charity
's
sake
.
For
what
oil
he
'll
get
from
that
drugged
whale
there
,
would
n't
be
fit
to
burn
in
a
jail
;
no
,
not
in
a
condemned
cell
.
And
as
for
the
other
whale
,
why
,
I
'll
agree
to
get
more
oil
by
chopping
up
and
trying
out
these
three
masts
of
ours
,
than
he
'll
get
from
that
bundle
of
bones
;
though
,
now
that
I
think
of
it
,
it
may
contain
something
worth
a
good
deal
more
than
oil
;
yes
,
ambergris
.
I
wonder
now
if
our
old
man
has
thought
of
that
.
It
's
worth
trying
.
Yes
,
I
'm
for
it
;
"
and
so
saying
he
started
for
the
quarter-deck
.
By
this
time
the
faint
air
had
become
a
complete
calm
;
so
that
whether
or
no
,
the
Pequod
was
now
fairly
entrapped
in
the
smell
,
with
no
hope
of
escaping
except
by
its
breezing
up
again
.
Issuing
from
the
cabin
,
Stubb
now
called
his
boat
's
crew
,
and
pulled
off
for
the
stranger
.
Drawing
across
her
bow
,
he
perceived
that
in
accordance
with
the
fanciful
French
taste
,
the
upper
part
of
her
stem-piece
was
carved
in
the
likeness
of
a
huge
drooping
stalk
,
was
painted
green
,
and
for
thorns
had
copper
spikes
projecting
from
it
here
and
there
;
the
whole
terminating
in
a
symmetrical
folded
bulb
of
a
bright
red
color
.
Upon
her
head
boards
,
in
large
gilt
letters
,
he
read
"
Bouton
de
Rose
,
"
--
Rose-button
,
or
Rose-bud
;
and
this
was
the
romantic
name
of
this
aromatic
ship
.
Though
Stubb
did
not
understand
the
Bouton
part
of
the
inscription
,
yet
the
word
rose
,
and
the
bulbous
figure-head
put
together
,
sufficiently
explained
the
whole
to
him
.
"
A
wooden
rose-bud
,
eh
?
"
he
cried
with
his
hand
to
his
nose
,
"
that
will
do
very
well
;
but
how
like
all
creation
it
smells
!
"
Now
in
order
to
hold
direct
communication
with
the
people
on
deck
,
he
had
to
pull
round
the
bows
to
the
starboard
side
,
and
thus
come
close
to
the
blasted
whale
;
and
so
talk
over
it
.
Arrived
then
at
this
spot
,
with
one
hand
still
to
his
nose
,
he
bawled
--
"
Bouton-de-Rose
,
ahoy
!
are
there
any
of
you
Bouton-de-Roses
that
speak
English
?
"
