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1Stubb was the second mate. He was a native of Cape Cod; and hence, according to local usage, was called a Cape-Cod-man.
2A happy-go-lucky; neither craven nor valiant; taking perils as they came with an indifferent air; and while engaged in
3the most imminent crisis of the chase, toiling away, calm and collected as a journeyman joiner engaged for the year.
4Good-humored, easy, and careless, he presided over his whale-boat as if the most deadly encounter were but a dinner, and
5his crew all invited guests. He was as particular about the comfortable arrangement of his part of the boat, as an old
6stage-driver is about the snugness of his box. When close to the whale, in the very death-lock of the fight, he handled
7his unpitying lance coolly and off-handedly, as a whistling tinker his hammer. He would hum over his old rigadig tunes
8while flank and flank with the most exasperated monster. Long usage had, for this Stubb, converted the jaws of death
9into an easy chair. What he thought of death itself, there is no telling. Whether he ever thought of it at all, might be
10a question; but, if he ever did chance to cast his mind that way after a comfortable dinner, no doubt, like a good
11sailor, he took it to be a sort of call of the watch to tumble aloft, and bestir themselves there, about something which
12he would find out when he obeyed the order, and not sooner. What, perhaps, with other things, made Stubb such an
13easy-going, unfearing man, so cheerily trudging off with the burden of life in a world full of grave pedlars, all bowed
14to the ground with their packs; what helped to bring about that almost impious good-humor of his; that thing must have
15been his pipe. For, like his nose, his short, black little pipe was one of the regular features of his face. You would
16almost as soon have expected him to turn out of his bunk without his nose as without his pipe. He kept a whole row of
17pipes there ready loaded, stuck in a rack, within easy reach of his hand; and, whenever he turned in, he smoked them all
18out in succession, lighting one from the other to the end of the chapter; then loading them again to be in readiness
19anew. For, when Stubb dressed, instead of first putting his legs into his trowsers, he put his pipe into his mouth. I
20say this continual smoking must have been one cause, at least, of his peculiar disposition; for every one knows that
21this earthly air, whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless miseries of the numberless mortals
22who have died exhaling it; and as in time of the cholera, some people go about with a camphorated handkerchief to their
23mouths; so, likewise, against all mortal tribulations, Stubb's tobacco smoke might have operated as a sort of
24disinfecting agent. The third mate was Flask, a native of Tisbury, in Martha's Vineyard. A short, stout, ruddy young
25fellow, very pugnacious concerning whales, who somehow seemed to think that the great leviathans had personally and
26hereditarily affronted him; and therefore it was a sort of point of honor with him, to destroy them whenever
27encountered. So utterly lost was he to all sense of reverence for the many marvels of their majestic bulk and mystic
28ways; and so dead to anything like an apprehension of any possible danger from encountering them; that in his poor
29opinion, the wondrous whale was but a species of magnified mouse, or at least water-rat, requiring only a little
30circumvention and some small application of time and trouble in order to kill and boil. This ignorant, unconscious
31fearlessness of his made him a little waggish in the matter of whales; he followed these fish for the fun of it; and a
32three years' voyage round Cape Horn was only a jolly joke that lasted that length of time. As a carpenter's nails are
33divided into wrought nails and cut nails; so mankind may be similarly divided. Little Flask was one of the wrought ones;
34made to clinch tight and last long. They called him King-Post on board of the Pequod; because, in form, he could be well
35likened to the short, square timber known by that name in Arctic whalers; and which by the means of many radiating side
36timbers inserted into it, serves to brace the ship against the icy concussions of those battering seas. Now these three
37mates--Starbuck, Stubb, and Flask, were momentous men. They it was who by universal prescription commanded three of the
38Pequod's boats as headsmen. In that grand order of battle in which Captain Ahab would probably marshal his forces to
39descend on the whales, these three headsmen were as captains of companies. Or, being armed with their long keen whaling
40spears, they were as a picked trio of lancers; even as the harpooneers were flingers of javelins. And since in this
41famous fishery, each mate or headsman, like a Gothic Knight of old, is always accompanied by his boat-steerer or
42harpooneer, who in certain conjunctures provides him with a fresh lance, when the former one has been badly twisted, or
43elbowed in the assault; and moreover, as there generally subsists between the two, a close intimacy and friendliness; it
44is therefore but meet, that in this place we set down who the Pequod's harpooneers were, and to what headsman each of
45them belonged. First of all was Queequeg, whom Starbuck, the chief mate, had selected for his squire. But Queequeg is
46already known. Next was Tashtego, an unmixed Indian from Gay Head, the most westerly promontory of Martha's Vineyard,
47where there still exists the last remnant of a village of red men, which has long supplied the neighboring island of
48Nantucket with many of her most daring harpooneers. In the fishery, they usually go by the generic name of Gay-Headers.
49Tashtego's long, lean, sable hair, his high cheek bones, and black rounding eyes--for an Indian, Oriental in their
50largeness, but Antarctic in their glittering expression--all this sufficiently proclaimed him an inheritor of the
51unvitiated blood of those proud warrior hunters, who, in quest of the great New England moose, had scoured, bow in hand,
52the aboriginal forests of the main. But no longer snuffing in the trail of the wild beasts of the woodland, Tashtego now
53hunted in the wake of the great whales of the sea; the unerring harpoon of the son fitly replacing the infallible arrow
54of the sires. To look at the tawny brawn of his lithe snaky limbs, you would almost have credited the superstitions of
55some of the earlier Puritans, and half-believed this wild Indian to be a son of the Prince of the Powers of the Air.
56Tashtego was Stubb the second mate's squire.
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