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Ahab
staggered
;
his
hand
smote
his
forehead
.
"
I
grow
blind
;
hands
!
stretch
out
before
me
that
I
may
yet
grope
my
way
.
Is
'
t
night
?
"
"
The
whale
!
The
ship
!
"
cried
the
cringing
oarsmen
.
"
Oars
!
oars
!
Slope
downwards
to
thy
depths
,
O
sea
that
ere
it
be
for
ever
too
late
,
Ahab
may
slide
this
last
,
last
time
upon
his
mark
!
I
see
:
the
ship
!
the
ship
!
Dash
on
,
my
men
!
will
ye
not
save
my
ship
?
"
But
as
the
oarsmen
violently
forced
their
boat
through
the
sledge-hammering
seas
,
the
before
whale-smitten
bow-ends
of
two
planks
burst
through
,
and
in
an
instant
almost
,
the
temporarily
disabled
boat
lay
nearly
level
with
the
waves
;
its
half-wading
,
splashing
crew
,
trying
hard
to
stop
the
gap
and
bale
out
the
pouring
water
.
Meantime
,
for
that
one
beholding
instant
,
Tashtego
's
mast-head
hammer
remained
suspended
in
his
hand
;
and
the
red
flag
,
half-wrapping
him
as
with
a
plaid
,
then
streamed
itself
straight
out
from
him
,
as
his
own
forward-flowing
heart
;
while
Starbuck
and
Stubb
,
standing
upon
the
bowsprit
beneath
,
caught
sight
of
the
down-coming
monster
just
as
soon
as
he
.
"
The
whale
,
the
whale
!
Up
helm
,
up
helm
!
Oh
,
all
ye
sweet
powers
of
air
,
now
hug
me
close
!
Let
not
Starbuck
die
,
if
die
he
must
,
in
a
woman
's
fainting
fit
.
Up
helm
,
I
say
--
ye
fools
,
the
jaw
!
the
jaw
!
Is
this
the
end
of
all
my
bursting
prayers
?
all
my
life-long
fidelities
?
Oh
,
Ahab
,
Ahab
,
lo
,
thy
work
.
Steady
!
helmsman
,
steady
.
Nay
,
nay
!
Up
helm
again
!
He
turns
to
meet
us
!
Oh
,
his
unappeasable
brow
drives
on
towards
one
,
whose
duty
tells
him
he
can
not
depart
.
My
God
,
stand
by
me
now
!
"
"
Stand
not
by
me
,
but
stand
under
me
,
whoever
you
are
that
will
now
help
Stubb
;
for
Stubb
,
too
,
sticks
here
.
I
grin
at
thee
,
thou
grinning
whale
!
Who
ever
helped
Stubb
,
or
kept
Stubb
awake
,
but
Stubb
's
own
unwinking
eye
?
And
now
poor
Stubb
goes
to
bed
upon
a
mattrass
that
is
all
too
soft
;
would
it
were
stuffed
with
brushwood
!
I
grin
at
thee
,
thou
grinning
whale
!
Look
ye
,
sun
,
moon
,
and
stars
!
I
call
ye
assassins
of
as
good
a
fellow
as
ever
spouted
up
his
ghost
.
For
all
that
,
I
would
yet
ring
glasses
with
thee
,
would
ye
but
hand
the
cup
!
Oh
,
oh
!
oh
,
oh
!
thou
grinning
whale
,
but
there
'll
be
plenty
of
gulping
soon
!
Why
fly
ye
not
,
O
Ahab
!
For
me
,
off
shoes
and
jacket
to
it
;
let
Stubb
die
in
his
drawers
!
A
most
mouldy
and
over
salted
death
,
though
;
--
cherries
!
cherries
!
cherries
!
Oh
,
Flask
,
for
one
red
cherry
ere
we
die
!
"
"
Cherries
?
I
only
wish
that
we
were
where
they
grow
.
Oh
,
Stubb
,
I
hope
my
poor
mother
's
drawn
my
part-pay
ere
this
;
if
not
,
few
coppers
will
now
come
to
her
,
for
the
voyage
is
up
.
"
From
the
ship
's
bows
,
nearly
all
the
seamen
now
hung
inactive
;
hammers
,
bits
of
plank
,
lances
,
and
harpoons
,
mechanically
retained
in
their
hands
,
just
as
they
had
darted
from
their
various
employments
;
all
their
enchanted
eyes
intent
upon
the
whale
,
which
from
side
to
side
strangely
vibrating
his
predestinating
head
,
sent
a
broad
band
of
overspreading
semicircular
foam
before
him
as
he
rushed
.
Retribution
,
swift
vengeance
,
eternal
malice
were
in
his
whole
aspect
,
and
spite
of
all
that
mortal
man
could
do
,
the
solid
white
buttress
of
his
forehead
smote
the
ship
's
starboard
bow
,
till
men
and
timbers
reeled
.
Some
fell
flat
upon
their
faces
.
Like
dislodged
trucks
,
the
heads
of
the
harpooneers
aloft
shook
on
their
bull-like
necks
.
Through
the
breach
,
they
heard
the
waters
pour
,
as
mountain
torrents
down
a
flume
.
