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It
was
a
Nantucket
ship
,
the
Bachelor
,
which
had
just
wedged
in
her
last
cask
of
oil
,
and
bolted
down
her
bursting
hatches
;
and
now
,
in
glad
holiday
apparel
,
was
joyously
,
though
somewhat
vain-gloriously
,
sailing
round
among
the
widely-separated
ships
on
the
ground
,
previous
to
pointing
her
prow
for
home
.
The
three
men
at
her
mast-head
wore
long
streamers
of
narrow
red
bunting
at
their
hats
;
from
the
stern
,
a
whale-boat
was
suspended
,
bottom
down
;
and
hanging
captive
from
the
bowsprit
was
seen
the
long
lower
jaw
of
the
last
whale
they
had
slain
.
Signals
,
ensigns
,
and
jacks
of
all
colors
were
flying
from
her
rigging
,
on
every
side
.
Sideways
lashed
in
each
of
her
three
basketed
tops
were
two
barrels
of
sperm
;
above
which
,
in
her
top-mast
cross-trees
,
you
saw
slender
breakers
of
the
same
precious
fluid
;
and
nailed
to
her
main
truck
was
a
brazen
lamp
.
As
was
afterwards
learned
,
the
Bachelor
had
met
with
the
most
surprising
success
;
all
the
more
wonderful
,
for
that
while
cruising
in
the
same
seas
numerous
other
vessels
had
gone
entire
months
without
securing
a
single
fish
.
Not
only
had
barrels
of
beef
and
bread
been
given
away
to
make
room
for
the
far
more
valuable
sperm
,
but
additional
supplemental
casks
had
been
bartered
for
,
from
the
ships
she
had
met
;
and
these
were
stowed
along
the
deck
,
and
in
the
captain
's
and
officers
'
state-rooms
.
Even
the
cabin
table
itself
had
been
knocked
into
kindling-wood
;
and
the
cabin
mess
dined
off
the
broad
head
of
an
oil-butt
,
lashed
down
to
the
floor
for
a
centerpiece
.
In
the
forecastle
,
the
sailors
had
actually
caulked
and
pitched
their
chests
,
and
filled
them
;
it
was
humorously
added
,
that
the
cook
had
clapped
a
head
on
his
largest
boiler
,
and
filled
it
;
that
the
steward
had
plugged
his
spare
coffee-pot
and
filled
it
;
that
the
harpooneers
had
headed
the
sockets
of
their
irons
and
filled
them
;
that
indeed
everything
was
filled
with
sperm
,
except
the
captain
's
pantaloons
pockets
,
and
those
he
reserved
to
thrust
his
hands
into
,
in
self-complacent
testimony
of
his
entire
satisfaction
.
As
this
glad
ship
of
good
luck
bore
down
upon
the
moody
Pequod
,
the
barbarian
sound
of
enormous
drums
came
from
her
forecastle
;
and
drawing
still
nearer
,
a
crowd
of
her
men
were
seen
standing
round
her
huge
try-pots
,
which
,
covered
with
the
parchment-like
poke
or
stomach
skin
of
the
black
fish
,
gave
forth
a
loud
roar
to
every
stroke
of
the
clenched
hands
of
the
crew
.
On
the
quarter-deck
,
the
mates
and
harpooneers
were
dancing
with
the
olive-hued
girls
who
had
eloped
with
them
from
the
Polynesian
Isles
;
while
suspended
in
an
ornamental
boat
,
firmly
secured
aloft
between
the
foremast
and
mainmast
,
three
Long
Island
negroes
,
with
glittering
fiddle-bows
of
whale
ivory
,
were
presiding
over
the
hilarious
jig
.
Meanwhile
,
others
of
the
ship
's
company
were
tumultuously
busy
at
the
masonry
of
the
try-works
,
from
which
the
huge
pots
had
been
removed
.
You
would
have
almost
thought
they
were
pulling
down
the
cursed
Bastille
,
such
wild
cries
they
raised
,
as
the
now
useless
brick
and
mortar
were
being
hurled
into
the
sea
.
Lord
and
master
over
all
this
scene
,
the
captain
stood
erect
on
the
ship
's
elevated
quarter-deck
,
so
that
the
whole
rejoicing
drama
was
full
before
him
,
and
seemed
merely
contrived
for
his
own
individual
diversion
.
And
Ahab
,
he
too
was
standing
on
his
quarter-deck
,
shaggy
and
black
,
with
a
stubborn
gloom
;
and
as
the
two
ships
crossed
each
other
's
wakes
--
one
all
jubilations
for
things
passed
,
the
other
all
forebodings
as
to
things
to
come
--
their
two
captains
in
themselves
impersonated
the
whole
striking
contrast
of
the
scene
.
"
Come
aboard
,
come
aboard
!
"
cried
the
gay
Bachelor
's
commander
,
lifting
a
glass
and
a
bottle
in
the
air
.
"
Hast
seen
the
White
Whale
?
"
gritted
Ahab
in
reply
.
