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"

The

ship

!

The

hearse

!

--

the

second

hearse

!

"

cried

Ahab

from

the

boat

;

"

its

wood

could

only

be

American

!

"

Diving

beneath

the

settling

ship

,

the

whale

ran

quivering

along

its

keel

;

but

turning

under

water

,

swiftly

shot

to

the

surface

again

,

far

off

the

other

bow

,

but

within

a

few

yards

of

Ahab

's

boat

,

where

,

for

a

time

,

he

lay

quiescent

.

"

I

turn

my

body

from

the

sun

.

What

ho

,

Tashtego

!

let

me

hear

thy

hammer

.

Oh

!

ye

three

unsurrendered

spires

of

mine

;

thou

uncracked

keel

;

and

only

god-bullied

hull

;

thou

firm

deck

,

and

haughty

helm

,

and

Pole-pointed

prow

--

death

--

glorious

ship

!

must

ye

then

perish

,

and

without

me

?

Am

I

cut

off

from

the

last

fond

pride

of

meanest

shipwrecked

captains

?

Oh

,

lonely

death

on

lonely

life

!

Oh

,

now

I

feel

my

topmost

greatness

lies

in

my

topmost

grief

.

Ho

,

ho

!

from

all

your

furthest

bounds

,

pour

ye

now

in

,

ye

bold

billows

of

my

whole

foregone

life

,

and

top

this

one

piled

comber

of

my

death

!

Towards

thee

I

roll

,

thou

all-destroying

but

unconquering

whale

;

to

the

last

I

grapple

with

thee

;

from

hell

's

heart

I

stab

at

thee

;

for

hate

's

sake

I

spit

my

last

breath

at

thee

.

Sink

all

coffins

and

all

hearses

to

one

common

pool

!

and

since

neither

can

be

mine

,

let

me

then

tow

to

pieces

,

while

still

chasing

thee

,

though

tied

to

thee

,

thou

damned

whale

!

Thus

,

I

give

up

the

spear

!

"

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The

harpoon

was

darted

;

the

stricken

whale

flew

forward

;

with

igniting

velocity

the

line

ran

through

the

grooves

;

--

ran

foul

.

Ahab

stooped

to

clear

it

;

he

did

clear

it

;

but

the

flying

turn

caught

him

round

the

neck

,

and

voicelessly

as

Turkish

mutes

bowstring

their

victim

,

he

was

shot

out

of

the

boat

,

ere

the

crew

knew

he

was

gone

.

Next

instant

,

the

heavy

eye-splice

in

the

rope

's

final

end

flew

out

of

the

stark-empty

tub

,

knocked

down

an

oarsman

,

and

smiting

the

sea

,

disappeared

in

its

depths

.

For

an

instant

,

the

tranced

boat

's

crew

stood

still

;

then

turned

.

"

The

ship

?

Great

God

,

where

is

the

ship

?

"

Soon

they

through

dim

,

bewildering

mediums

saw

her

sidelong

fading

phantom

,

as

in

the

gaseous

Fata

Morgana

;

only

the

uppermost

masts

out

of

water

;

while

fixed

by

infatuation

,

or

fidelity

,

or

fate

,

to

their

once

lofty

perches

,

the

pagan

harpooneers

still

maintained

their

sinking

look-outs

on

the

sea

.

And

now

,

concentric

circles

seized

the

lone

boat

itself

,

and

all

its

crew

,

and

each

floating

oar

,

and

every

lancepole

,

and

spinning

,

animate

and

inanimate

,

all

round

and

round

in

one

vortex

,

carried

the

smallest

chip

of

the

Pequod

out

of

sight

.

But

as

the

last

whelmings

intermixingly

poured

themselves

over

the

sunken

head

of

the

Indian

at

the

mainmast

,

leaving

a

few

inches

of

the

erect

spar

yet

visible

,

together

with

long

streaming

yards

of

the

flag

,

which

calmly

undulated

,

with

ironical

coincidings

,

over

the

destroying

billows

they

almost

touched

;

--

at

that

instant

,

a

red

arm

and

a

hammer

hovered

backwardly

uplifted

in

the

open

air

,

in

the

act

of

nailing

the

flag

faster

and

yet

faster

to

the

subsiding

spar

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A

sky-hawk

that

tauntingly

had

followed

the

main-truck

downwards

from

its

natural

home

among

the

stars

,

pecking

at

the

flag

,

and

incommoding

Tashtego

there

;

this

bird

now

chanced

to

intercept

its

broad

fluttering

wing

between

the

hammer

and

the

wood

;

and

simultaneously

feeling

that

etherial

thrill

,

the

submerged

savage

beneath

,

in

his

death-gasp

,

kept

his

hammer

frozen

there

;

and

so

the

bird

of

heaven

,

with

archangelic

shrieks

,

and

his

imperial

beak

thrust

upwards

,

and

his

whole

captive

form

folded

in

the

flag

of

Ahab

,

went

down

with

his

ship

,

which

,

like

Satan

,

would

not

sink

to

hell

till

she

had

dragged

a

living

part

of

heaven

along

with

her

,

and

helmeted

herself

with

it

.

Now

small

fowls

flew

screaming

over

the

yet

yawning

gulf

;

a

sullen

white

surf

beat

against

its

steep

sides

;

then

all

collapsed

,

and

the

great

shroud

of

the

sea

rolled

on

as

it

rolled

five

thousand

years

ago

.

"

And

I

only

am

escaped

alone

to

tell

thee

"

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