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Now
,
there
is
this
noteworthy
difference
between
savage
and
civilized
;
that
while
a
sick
,
civilized
man
may
be
six
months
convalescing
,
generally
speaking
,
a
sick
savage
is
almost
half-well
again
in
a
day
.
So
,
in
good
time
my
Queequeg
gained
strength
;
and
at
length
after
sitting
on
the
windlass
for
a
few
indolent
days
(
but
eating
with
a
vigorous
appetite
)
he
suddenly
leaped
to
his
feet
,
threw
out
his
arms
and
legs
,
gave
himself
a
good
stretching
,
yawned
a
little
bit
,
and
then
springing
into
the
head
of
his
hoisted
boat
,
and
poising
a
harpoon
,
pronounced
himself
fit
for
a
fight
.
With
a
wild
whimsiness
,
he
now
used
his
coffin
for
a
sea-chest
;
and
emptying
into
it
his
canvas
bag
of
clothes
,
set
them
in
order
there
Many
spare
hours
he
spent
,
in
carving
the
lid
with
all
manner
of
grotesque
figures
and
drawings
;
and
it
seemed
that
hereby
he
was
striving
,
in
his
rude
way
,
to
copy
parts
of
the
twisted
tattooing
on
his
body
.
And
this
tattooing
had
been
the
work
of
a
departed
prophet
and
seer
of
his
island
,
who
,
by
those
hieroglyphic
marks
,
had
written
out
on
his
body
a
complete
theory
of
the
heavens
and
the
earth
,
and
a
mystical
treatise
on
the
art
of
attaining
truth
;
so
that
Queequeg
in
his
own
proper
person
was
a
riddle
to
unfold
;
a
wondrous
work
in
one
volume
;
but
whose
mysteries
not
even
himself
could
read
,
though
his
own
live
heart
beat
against
them
;
and
these
mysteries
were
therefore
destined
in
the
end
to
moulder
away
with
the
living
parchment
whereon
they
were
inscribed
,
and
so
be
unsolved
to
the
last
.
And
this
thought
it
must
have
been
which
suggested
to
Ahab
that
wild
exclamation
of
his
,
when
one
morning
turning
away
from
surveying
poor
Queequeg
--
"
Oh
,
devilish
tantalization
of
the
gods
!
"
When
gliding
by
the
Bashee
isles
we
emerged
at
last
upon
the
great
South
Sea
;
were
it
not
for
other
things
I
could
have
greeted
my
dear
Pacific
with
uncounted
thanks
,
for
now
the
long
supplication
of
my
youth
was
answered
;
that
serene
ocean
rolled
eastwards
from
me
a
thousand
leagues
of
blue
.
There
is
,
one
knows
not
what
sweet
mystery
about
this
sea
,
whose
gently
awful
stirrings
seems
to
speak
of
some
hidden
soul
beneath
;
like
those
fabled
undulations
of
the
Ephesian
sod
over
the
buried
Evangelist
St.
John
.
And
meet
it
is
,
that
over
these
sea-pastures
,
wide-rolling
watery
prairies
and
Potters
'
Fields
of
all
four
continents
,
the
waves
should
rise
and
fall
,
and
ebb
and
flow
unceasingly
;
for
here
,
millions
of
mixed
shades
and
shadows
,
drowned
dreams
,
somnambulisms
,
reveries
;
all
that
we
call
lives
and
souls
,
lie
dreaming
,
dreaming
,
still
;
tossing
like
slumberers
in
their
beds
;
the
ever-rolling
waves
but
made
so
by
their
restlessness
.
To
any
meditative
Magian
rover
,
this
serene
Pacific
,
once
beheld
,
must
ever
after
be
the
sea
of
his
adoption
.
It
rolls
the
midmost
waters
of
the
world
,
the
Indian
ocean
and
Atlantic
being
but
its
arms
.
The
same
waves
wash
the
moles
of
the
new-built
California
towns
,
but
yesterday
planted
by
the
recentest
race
of
men
and
lave
the
faded
but
still
gorgeous
skirts
of
Asiatic
lands
,
older
than
Abraham
;
while
all
between
float
milky-ways
of
coral
isles
,
and
low-lying
,
endless
,
unknown
Archipelagoes
,
and
impenetrable
Japans
Thus
this
mysterious
,
divine
Pacific
zones
the
world
's
whole
bulk
about
;
makes
all
coasts
one
bay
to
it
;
seems
the
tide-beating
heart
of
earth
.
Lifted
by
those
eternal
swells
,
you
needs
must
own
the
seductive
god
,
bowing
your
head
to
Pan
.
But
few
thoughts
of
Pan
stirred
Ahab
's
brain
,
as
standing
,
like
an
iron
statue
at
his
accustomed
place
beside
the
mizen
rigging
,
with
one
nostril
he
unthinkingly
snuffed
the
sugary
musk
from
the
Bashee
isles
(
in
whose
sweet
woods
mild
lovers
must
be
walking
)
,
and
with
the
other
consciously
inhaled
the
salt
breath
of
the
new
found
sea
;
that
sea
in
which
the
hated
White
Whale
must
even
then
be
swimming
.
Launched
at
length
upon
these
almost
final
waters
,
and
gliding
towards
the
Japanese
cruising-ground
,
the
old
man
's
purpose
intensified
itself
.
His
firm
lips
met
like
the
lips
of
a
vice
;
the
Delta
of
his
forehead
's
veins
swelled
like
overladen
brooks
;
in
his
very
sleep
,
his
ringing
cry
ran
through
the
vaulted
hull
,
"
Stern
all
!
the
White
Whale
spouts
thick
blood
!
"
Availing
himself
of
the
mild
,
summer-cool
weather
that
now
reigned
in
these
latitudes
,
and
in
preparation
for
the
peculiarly
active
pursuits
shortly
to
be
anticipated
,
Perth
,
the
begrimed
,
blistered
old
blacksmith
,
had
not
removed
his
portable
forge
to
the
hold
again
,
after
concluding
his
contributory
work
for
Ahab
's
leg
,
but
still
retained
it
on
deck
,
fast
lashed
to
ringbolts
by
the
foremast
;
being
now
almost
incessantly
invoked
by
the
headsmen
,
and
harpooneers
,
and
bowsmen
to
do
some
little
job
for
them
;
altering
,
or
repairing
,
or
new
shaping
their
various
weapons
and
boat
furniture
.
Often
he
would
be
surrounded
by
an
eager
circle
,
all
waiting
to
be
served
;
holding
boat-spades
,
pikeheads
,
harpoons
,
and
lances
,
and
jealously
watching
his
every
sooty
movement
,
as
he
toiled
.
Nevertheless
,
this
old
man
's
was
a
patient
hammer
wielded
by
a
patient
arm
.
No
murmur
,
no
impatience
,
no
petulance
did
come
from
him
.
Silent
,
slow
,
and
solemn
;
bowing
over
still
further
his
chronically
broken
back
,
he
toiled
away
,
as
if
toil
were
life
itself
,
and
the
heavy
beating
of
his
hammer
the
heavy
beating
of
his
heart
.
And
so
it
was
.
--
Most
miserable
!
A
peculiar
walk
in
this
old
man
,
a
certain
slight
but
painful
appearing
yawing
in
his
gait
,
had
at
an
early
period
of
the
voyage
excited
the
curiosity
of
the
mariners
.
And
to
the
importunity
of
their
persisted
questionings
he
had
finally
given
in
;
and
so
it
came
to
pass
that
every
one
now
knew
the
shameful
story
of
his
wretched
fate
.
