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But
it
so
happened
just
then
,
that
it
was
high
time
for
the
Captain
to
mind
his
own
eye
.
The
prodigious
strain
upon
the
main-sail
had
parted
the
weather-sheet
,
and
the
tremendous
boom
was
now
flying
from
side
to
side
,
completely
sweeping
the
entire
after
part
of
the
deck
.
The
poor
fellow
whom
Queequeg
had
handled
so
roughly
,
was
swept
overboard
;
all
hands
were
in
a
panic
;
and
to
attempt
snatching
at
the
boom
to
stay
it
,
seemed
madness
.
It
flew
from
right
to
left
,
and
back
again
,
almost
in
one
ticking
of
a
watch
,
and
every
instant
seemed
on
the
point
of
snapping
into
splinters
.
Nothing
was
done
,
and
nothing
seemed
capable
of
being
done
;
those
on
deck
rushed
toward
the
bows
,
and
stood
eyeing
the
boom
as
if
it
were
the
lower
jaw
of
an
exasperated
whale
.
In
the
midst
of
this
consternation
,
Queequeg
dropped
deftly
to
his
knees
,
and
crawling
under
the
path
of
the
boom
,
whipped
hold
of
a
rope
,
secured
one
end
to
the
bulwarks
,
and
then
flinging
the
other
like
a
lasso
,
caught
it
round
the
boom
as
it
swept
over
his
head
,
and
at
the
next
jerk
,
the
spar
was
that
way
trapped
,
and
all
was
safe
.
The
schooner
was
run
into
the
wind
,
and
while
the
hands
were
clearing
away
the
stern
boat
,
Queequeg
,
stripped
to
the
waist
,
darted
from
the
side
with
a
long
living
arc
of
a
leap
.
For
three
minutes
or
more
he
was
seen
swimming
like
a
dog
,
throwing
his
long
arms
straight
out
before
him
,
and
by
turns
revealing
his
brawny
shoulders
through
the
freezing
foam
.
I
looked
at
the
grand
and
glorious
but
saw
no
one
to
be
saved
.
The
greenhorn
had
gone
down
.
Shooting
himself
perpendicularly
from
the
water
,
Queequeg
,
now
took
an
instant
's
glance
around
him
,
and
seeming
to
see
just
how
matters
were
,
dived
down
and
disappeared
.
A
few
minutes
more
,
and
he
rose
again
,
one
arm
still
striking
out
,
and
with
the
other
dragging
a
lifeless
form
.
The
boat
soon
picked
them
up
.
The
poor
bumpkin
was
restored
.
All
hands
voted
Queequeg
a
noble
trump
;
the
captain
begged
his
pardon
.
From
that
hour
I
clove
to
Queequeg
like
a
barnacle
;
yea
,
till
poor
Queequeg
took
his
last
long
dive
.
Was
there
ever
such
unconsciousness
?
He
did
not
seem
to
think
that
he
at
all
deserved
a
medal
from
the
Humane
and
Magnanimous
Societies
.
He
only
asked
for
water
--
fresh
water
--
something
to
wipe
the
brine
off
;
that
done
,
he
put
on
dry
clothes
,
lighted
his
pipe
,
and
leaning
against
the
bulwarks
,
and
mildly
eyeing
those
around
him
,
seemed
to
be
saying
to
himself
--
"
It
's
a
mutual
,
joint-stock
world
,
in
all
meridians
.
We
cannibals
must
help
these
Christians
.
"
Nothing
more
happened
on
the
passage
worthy
the
mentioning
;
so
,
after
a
fine
run
,
we
safely
arrived
in
Nantucket
.
Nantucket
!
Take
out
your
map
and
look
at
it
.
See
what
a
real
corner
of
the
world
it
occupies
;
how
it
stands
there
,
away
off
shore
,
more
lonely
than
the
Eddystone
lighthouse
.
Look
at
it
--
a
mere
hillock
,
and
elbow
of
sand
;
all
beach
,
without
a
background
.
There
is
more
sand
there
than
you
would
use
in
twenty
years
as
a
substitute
for
blotting
paper
.
Some
gamesome
wights
will
tell
you
that
they
have
to
plant
weeds
there
,
they
do
n't
grow
naturally
;
that
they
import
Canada
thistles
;
that
they
have
to
send
beyond
seas
for
a
spile
to
stop
a
leak
in
an
oil
cask
;
that
pieces
of
wood
in
Nantucket
are
carried
about
like
bits
of
the
true
cross
in
Rome
;
that
people
there
plant
toadstools
before
their
houses
,
to
get
under
the
shade
in
summer
time
;
that
one
blade
of
grass
makes
an
oasis
,
three
blades
in
a
day
's
walk
a
prairie
;
that
they
wear
quicksand
shoes
,
something
like
Laplander
snow-shoes
;
that
they
are
so
shut
up
,
belted
about
,
every
way
inclosed
,
surrounded
,
and
made
an
utter
island
of
by
the
ocean
,
that
to
the
very
chairs
and
tables
small
clams
will
sometimes
be
found
adhering
as
to
the
backs
of
sea
turtles
.
But
these
extravaganzas
only
show
that
Nantucket
is
no
Illinois
.
Look
now
at
the
wondrous
traditional
story
of
how
this
island
was
settled
by
the
red-men
.
Thus
goes
the
legend
.
In
olden
times
an
eagle
swooped
down
upon
the
New
England
coast
and
carried
off
an
infant
Indian
in
his
talons
.
With
loud
lament
the
parents
saw
their
child
borne
out
of
sight
over
the
wide
waters
.
They
resolved
to
follow
in
the
same
direction
.
Setting
out
in
their
canoes
,
after
a
perilous
passage
they
discovered
the
island
,
and
there
they
found
an
empty
ivory
casket
--
the
poor
little
Indian
's
skeleton
.
What
wonder
,
then
,
that
these
Nantucketers
,
born
on
a
beach
,
should
take
to
the
sea
for
a
livelihood
!
They
first
caught
crabs
and
quahogs
in
the
sand
;
grown
bolder
,
they
waded
out
with
nets
for
mackerel
;
more
experienced
,
they
pushed
off
in
boats
and
captured
cod
;
and
at
last
,
launching
a
navy
of
great
ships
on
the
sea
,
explored
this
watery
world
;
put
an
incessant
belt
of
circumnavigations
round
it
;
peeped
in
at
Behring
's
Straits
;
and
in
all
seasons
and
all
oceans
declared
everlasting
war
with
the
mightiest
animated
mass
that
has
survived
the
flood
;
most
monstrous
and
most
mountainous
!
That
Himmalehan
,
salt-sea
,
Mastodon
,
clothed
with
such
portentousness
of
unconscious
power
,
that
his
very
panics
are
more
to
be
dreaded
than
his
most
fearless
and
malicious
assaults
!
And
thus
have
these
naked
Nantucketers
,
these
sea
hermits
,
issuing
from
their
ant-hill
in
the
sea
,
overrun
and
conquered
the
watery
world
like
so
many
Alexanders
;
parcelling
out
among
them
the
Atlantic
,
Pacific
,
and
Indian
oceans
,
as
the
three
pirate
powers
did
Poland
.
Let
America
add
Mexico
to
Texas
,
and
pile
Cuba
upon
Canada
;
let
the
English
overswarm
all
India
,
and
hang
out
their
blazing
banner
from
the
sun
;
two
thirds
of
this
terraqueous
globe
are
the
Nantucketer
's
.
For
the
sea
is
his
;
he
owns
it
,
as
Emperors
own
empires
;
other
seamen
having
but
a
right
of
way
through
it
.
Merchant
ships
are
but
extension
bridges
;
armed
ones
but
floating
forts
;
even
pirates
and
privateers
,
though
following
the
sea
as
highwaymen
the
road
.
they
but
plunder
other
ships
,
other
fragments
of
the
land
like
themselves
,
without
seeking
to
draw
their
living
from
the
bottomless
deep
itself
.
The
Nantucketer
,
he
alone
resides
and
riots
on
the
sea
;
he
alone
,
in
Bible
language
,
goes
down
to
it
in
ships
;
to
and
fro
ploughing
it
as
his
own
special
plantation
.
There
is
his
home
;
there
lies
his
business
which
a
Noah
's
flood
would
not
interrupt
,
though
it
overwhelmed
all
the
millions
in
China
.
He
lives
on
the
sea
,
as
prairie
cocks
in
the
prairie
;
he
hides
among
the
waves
,
he
climbs
them
as
chamois
hunters
climb
the
Alps
.
For
years
he
knows
not
the
land
;
so
that
when
he
comes
to
it
at
last
,
it
smells
like
another
world
,
more
strangely
than
the
moon
would
to
an
Earthsman
.
With
the
landless
gull
,
that
at
sunset
folds
her
wings
and
is
rocked
to
sleep
between
billows
;
so
at
nightfall
,
the
Nantucketer
,
out
of
sight
of
land
,
furls
his
sails
,
and
lays
him
to
his
rest
,
while
under
his
very
pillow
rush
herds
of
walruses
and
whales
.
It
was
quite
late
in
the
evening
when
the
little
Moss
came
snugly
to
anchor
,
and
Queequeg
and
I
went
ashore
;
so
we
could
attend
to
no
business
that
day
,
at
least
none
but
a
supper
and
a
bed
.
The
landlord
of
the
Spouter-Inn
had
recommended
us
to
his
cousin
Hosea
Hussey
of
the
Try
Pots
,
whom
he
asserted
to
be
the
proprietor
of
one
of
the
best
kept
hotels
in
all
Nantucket
,
and
moreover
he
had
assured
us
that
Cousin
Hosea
,
as
he
called
him
,
was
famous
for
his
chowders
.
In
short
,
he
plainly
hinted
that
we
could
not
possibly
do
better
than
try
pot-luck
at
the
Try
Pots
.
But
the
directions
hc
had
given
us
about
keeping
a
yellow
warehouse
on
our
starboard
hand
till
we
opened
a
white
church
to
the
larboard
,
and
then
keeping
that
on
the
larboard
hand
till
we
made
a
corner
three
points
to
the
starboard
,
and
that
done
,
then
ask
the
first
man
we
met
where
the
place
was
;
these
crooked
directions
of
his
very
much
puzzled
us
at
first
,
especially
as
,
at
the
outset
,
Queequeg
insisted
that
the
yellow
warehouse
--
our
first
point
of
departure
--
must
be
left
on
the
larboard
hand
,
whereas
I
had
understood
Peter
Coffin
to
say
it
was
on
the
starboard
.
However
,
by
dint
of
beating
about
a
little
in
the
dark
,
and
now
and
then
knocking
up
a
peaceful
inhabitant
to
inquire
the
way
,
we
at
last
came
to
something
which
there
was
no
mistaking
.
