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But

,

at

last

,

he

turned

to

his

comrade

,

with

a

final

sort

of

look

about

him

--

"

Captain

Bildad

--

come

,

old

shipmate

,

we

must

go

.

Back

the

mainyard

there

!

Boat

ahoy

!

Stand

by

to

come

close

alongside

,

now

!

Careful

,

careful

!

--

come

,

Bildad

,

boy

--

say

your

last

.

Luck

to

ye

,

Starbuck

--

luck

to

ye

,

Mr.

Stubb

--

luck

to

ye

,

Mr.

Flask

--

good-bye

and

good

luck

to

ye

all

--

and

this

day

three

years

I

'll

have

a

hot

supper

smoking

for

ye

in

old

Nantucket

.

Hurrah

and

away

!

"

"

God

bless

ye

,

and

have

ye

in

His

holy

keeping

,

men

,

"

murmured

old

Bildad

,

almost

incoherently

.

"

I

hope

ye

'll

have

fine

weather

now

,

so

that

Captain

Ahab

may

soon

be

moving

among

ye

--

a

pleasant

sun

is

all

he

needs

,

and

ye

'll

have

plenty

of

them

in

the

tropic

voyage

ye

go

.

Be

careful

in

the

hunt

,

ye

mates

.

Do

n't

stave

the

boats

needlessly

,

ye

harpooneers

;

good

white

cedar

plank

is

raised

full

three

per

cent

within

the

year

.

Do

n't

forget

your

prayers

,

either

.

Mr.

Starbuck

,

mind

that

cooper

do

n't

waste

the

spare

staves

.

Oh

!

the

sail-needles

are

in

the

green

locker

.

Do

n't

whale

it

too

much

a

'

Lord

's

days

,

men

;

but

do

n't

miss

a

fair

chance

either

,

that

's

rejecting

Heaven

's

good

gifts

.

Have

an

eye

to

the

molasses

tierce

,

Mr.

Stubb

;

it

was

a

little

leaky

,

I

thought

.

If

ye

touch

at

the

islands

,

Mr.

Flask

,

beware

of

fornication

.

Good-bye

,

good-bye

!

Do

n't

keep

that

cheese

too

long

down

in

the

hold

,

Mr.

Starbuck

;

it

'll

spoil

.

Be

careful

with

the

butter

--

twenty

cents

the

pound

it

was

,

and

mind

ye

,

if

--

"

"

Come

,

come

,

Captain

Bildad

;

stop

palavering

--

away

!

"

and

with

that

,

Peleg

hurried

him

over

the

side

,

and

both

dropt

into

the

boat

.

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Ship

and

boat

diverged

;

the

cold

,

damp

night

breeze

blew

between

;

a

screaming

gull

flew

overhead

;

the

two

hulls

wildly

rolled

;

we

gave

three

heavy-hearted

cheers

,

and

blindly

plunged

like

fate

into

the

lone

Atlantic

.

Some

chapters

back

,

one

Bulkington

was

spoken

of

,

a

tall

,

newlanded

mariner

,

encountered

in

New

Bedford

at

the

inn

.

When

on

that

shivering

winter

's

night

,

the

Pequod

thrust

her

vindictive

bows

into

the

cold

malicious

waves

,

who

should

I

see

standing

at

her

helm

but

Bulkington

!

I

looked

with

sympathetic

awe

and

fearfulness

upon

the

man

,

who

in

mid-winter

just

landed

from

a

four

years

'

dangerous

voyage

,

could

so

unrestingly

push

off

again

for

still

another

tempestuous

term

.

The

land

seemed

scorching

to

his

feet

.

Wonderfullest

things

are

ever

the

unmentionable

;

deep

memories

yield

no

epitaphs

;

this

six-inch

chapter

is

the

stoneless

grave

of

Bulkington

.

Let

me

only

say

that

it

fared

with

him

as

with

the

storm-tossed

ship

,

that

miserably

drives

along

the

leeward

land

.

The

port

would

fain

give

succor

;

the

port

is

pitiful

;

in

the

port

is

safety

,

comfort

,

hearthstone

,

supper

,

warm

blankets

,

friends

,

all

that

's

kind

to

our

mortalities

.

But

in

that

gale

,

the

port

,

the

land

,

is

that

ship

's

direst

jeopardy

;

she

must

fly

all

hospitality

;

one

touch

of

land

,

though

it

but

graze

the

keel

,

would

make

her

shudder

through

and

through

.

With

all

her

might

she

crowds

all

sail

off

shore

;

in

so

doing

,

fights

'

gainst

the

very

winds

that

fain

would

blow

her

homeward

;

seeks

all

the

lashed

sea

's

landlessness

again

;

for

refuge

's

sake

forlornly

rushing

into

peril

;

her

only

friend

her

bitterest

foe

!

Know

ye

now

,

Bulkington

?

Glimpses

do

ye

seem

to

see

of

that

mortally

intolerable

truth

;

that

all

deep

,

earnest

thinking

is

but

the

intrepid

effort

of

the

soul

to

keep

the

open

independence

of

her

sea

;

while

the

wildest

winds

of

heaven

and

earth

conspire

to

cast

her

on

the

treacherous

,

slavish

shore

?

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But

as

in

landlessness

alone

resides

highest

truth

,

shoreless

,

indefinite

as

God

--

so

better

is

it

to

perish

in

that

howling

infinite

,

than

be

ingloriously

dashed

upon

the

lee

,

even

if

that

were

safety

!

For

worm-like

,

then

,

oh

!

who

would

craven

crawl

to

land

!

Terrors

of

the

terrible

!

is

all

this

agony

so

vain

?

Take

heart

,

take

heart

,

O

Bulkington

!

Bear

thee

grimly

,

demigod

!

Up

from

the

spray

of

thy

ocean-perishing

--

straight

up

,

leaps

thy

apotheosis

!

As

Queequeg

and

I

are

now

fairly

embarked

in

this

business

of

whaling

;

and

as

this

business

of

whaling

has

somehow

come

to

be

regarded

among

landsmen

as

a

rather

unpoetical

and

disreputable

pursuit

;

therefore

,

I

am

all

anxiety

to

convince

ye

,

ye

landsmen

,

of

the

injustice

hereby

done

to

us

hunters

of

whales

.

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