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1At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ship's riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from
2the wharf, and after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a whale-boat, with her last gift--a night-cap for
3Stubb, the second mate, her brother-in-law, and a spare Bible for the steward--after all this, the two Captains, Peleg
4and Bildad, issued from the cabin, and turning to the chief mate, Peleg said: "Now, Mr. Starbuck, are you sure
5everything is right? Captain Ahab is all ready--just spoke to him--nothing more to be got from shore, eh? Well, call all
6hands, then. Muster 'em aft here--blast 'em!" "No need of profane words, however great the hurry, Peleg," said Bildad,
7"but away with thee, friend Starbuck, and do our bidding." How now! Here upon the very point of starting for the voyage,
8Captain Peleg and Captain Bildad were going it with a high hand on the quarter-deck, just as if they were to be
9joint-commanders at sea, as well as to all appearances in port. And, as for Captain Ahab, no sign of him was yet to be
10seen; only, they said he was in the cabin. But then, the idea was, that his presence was by no means necessary in
11getting the ship under weigh, and steering her well out to sea. Indeed, as that was not at all his proper business, but
12the pilot's; and as he was not yet completely recovered--so they said--therefore, Captain Ahab stayed below. And all
13this seemed natural enough; especially as in the merchant service many captains never show themselves on deck for a
14considerable time after heaving up the anchor, but remain over the cabin table, having a farewell merry-making with
15their shore friends, before they quit the ship for good with the pilot. But there was not much chance to think over the
16matter, for Captain Peleg was now all alive. He seemed to do most of the talking and commanding, and not Bildad. "Aft
17here, ye sons of bachelors," he cried, as the sailors lingered at the main-mast. "Mr. Starbuck, drive 'em aft." "Strike
18the tent there!"--was the next order. As I hinted before, this whalebone marquee was never pitched except in port; and
19on board the Pequod, for thirty years, the order to strike the tent was well known to be the next thing to heaving up
20the anchor. "Man the capstan! Blood and thunder!--jump!"--was the next command, and the crew sprang for the handspikes.
21Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot is the forward part of the ship. And here
22Bildad, who, with Peleg, be it known, in addition to his other officers, was one of the licensed pilots of the port--he
23being suspected to have got himself made a pilot in order to save the Nantucket pilot-fee to all the ships he was
24concerned in, for he never piloted any other craft--Bildad, I say, might now be seen actively engaged in looking over
25the bows for the approaching anchor, and at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands
26at the windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will.
27Nevertheless, not three days previous, Bildad had told them that no profane songs would be allowed on board the Pequod,
28particularly in getting under weigh; and Charity, his sister, had placed a small choice copy of Watts in each seaman's
29berth. Meantime, overseeing the other part of the ship, Captain Peleg ripped and swore astern in the most frightful
30manner. I almost thought he would sink the ship before the anchor could be got up; involuntarily I paused on my
31handspike, and told Queequeg to do the same, thinking of the perils we both ran, in starting on the voyage with such a
32devil for a pilot. I was comforting myself, however, with the thought that in pious Bildad might be found some
33salvation, spite of his seven hundred and seventy-seventh lay; when I felt a sudden sharp poke in my rear, and turning
34round, was horrified at the apparition of Captain Peleg in the act of withdrawing his leg from my immediate vicinity.
35That was my first kick. "Is that the way they heave in the marchant service?" he roared. "Spring, thou sheep-head;
36spring, and break thy backbone! Why don't ye spring, I say, all of ye--spring! Quohog! spring, thou chap with the red
37whiskers; spring there, Scotch-cap; spring, thou green pants. Spring, I say, all of ye, and spring your eyes out!" And
38so saying, he moved along the windlass, here and there using his leg very freely, while imperturbable Bildad kept
39leading off with his psalmody. Thinks I, Captain Peleg must have been drinking something to-day. At last the anchor was
40up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into
41night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished
42armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ivory tusks of some huge
43elephant, vast curving icicles depended from the bows. Lank Bildad, as pilot, headed the first watch, and ever and anon,
44as the old craft deep dived into the green seas, and sent the shivering frost all over her, and the winds howled, and
45the cordage rang, his steady notes were heard,-- "Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green.
46So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between." Never did those sweet words sound more sweetly to me than
47then. They were full of hope and fruition. Spite of this frigid winter night in the boisterous Atlantic, spite of my wet
48feet and wetter jacket, there was yet, it then seemed to me, many a pleasant haven in store; and meads and glades so
49eternally vernal, that the grass shot up by the spring, untrodden, unwilted, remains at midsummer. At last we gained
50such an offing, that the two pilots were needed no longer. The stout sail-boat that had accompanied us began ranging
51alongside. It was curious and not unpleasing, how Peleg and Bildad were affected at this juncture, especially Captain
52Bildad. For loath to depart, yet; very loath to leave, for good, a ship bound on so long and perilous a voyage--beyond
53both stormy Capes; a ship in which some thousands of his hard earned dollars were invested; a ship, in which an old
54shipmate sailed as captain; a man almost as old as he, once more starting to encounter all the terrors of the pitiless
55jaw; loath to say good-bye to a thing so every way brimful of every interest to him,--poor old Bildad lingered long;
56paced the deck with anxious strides; ran down into the cabin to speak another farewell word there; again came on deck,
57and looked to windward; looked towards the wide and endless waters, only bounded by the far-off unseen Eastern
58Continents; looked towards the land; looked aloft; looked right and left; looked everywhere and nowhere; and at last,
59mechanically coiling a rope upon its pin, convulsively grasped stout Peleg by the hand, and holding up a lantern, for a
60moment stood gazing heroically in his face, as much as to say, "Nevertheless, friend Peleg, I can stand it; yes, I can."
61As for Peleg himself, he took it more like a philosopher; but for all his philosophy, there was a tear twinkling in his
62eye, when the lantern came too near. And he, too, did not a little run from cabin to deck--now a word below, and now a
63word with Starbuck, the chief mate. But, at last, he turned to his comrade, with a final sort of look about
64him,--"Captain Bildad--come, old shipmate, we must go. Back the main-yard there! Boat ahoy! Stand by to come close
65alongside, now! Careful, careful!--come, Bildad, boy--say your last. Luck to ye, Starbuck--luck to ye, Mr. Stubb--luck
66to 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
67old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!" "God bless ye, and have ye in His holy keeping, men," murmured old Bildad, almost
68incoherently. "I hope ye'll have fine weather now, so that Captain Ahab may soon be moving among ye--a pleasant sun is
69all he needs, and ye'll have plenty of them in the tropic voyage ye go. Be careful in the hunt, ye mates. Don't stave
70the boats needlessly, ye harpooneers; good white cedar plank is raised full three per cent. within the year. Don't
71forget your prayers, either. Mr. Starbuck, mind that cooper don't waste the spare staves. Oh! the sail-needles are in
72the green locker! Don't whale it too much a' Lord's days, men; but don't miss a fair chance either, that's rejecting
73Heaven's good gifts. Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the
74islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. Good-bye, good-bye! Don't keep that cheese too long down in the hold, Mr.
75Starbuck; it'll spoil. Be careful with the butter--twenty cents the pound it was, and mind ye, if--" "Come, come,
76Captain Bildad; stop palavering,--away!" and with that, Peleg hurried him over the side, and both dropt into the boat.
77Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly
78rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic.
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