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1Meantime, Ahab, out of hearing of his officers, having sided the furthest to windward, was still ranging ahead of the
2other boats; a circumstance bespeaking how potent a crew was pulling him. Those tiger yellow creatures of his seemed all
3steel and whalebone; like five trip-hammers they rose and fell with regular strokes of strength, which periodically
4started the boat along the water like a horizontal burst boiler out of a Mississippi steamer. As for Fedallah, who was
5seen pulling the harpooneer oar, he had thrown aside his black jacket, and displayed his naked chest with the whole part
6of his body above the gunwale, clearly cut against the alternating depressions of the watery horizon; while at the other
7end of the boat Ahab, with one arm, like a fencer's, thrown half backward into the air, as if to counterbalance any
8tendency to trip; Ahab was seen steadily managing his steering oar as in a thousand boat lowerings ere the White Whale
9had torn him. All at once the outstretched arm gave a peculiar motion and then remained fixed, while the boat's five
10oars were seen simultaneously peaked. Boat and crew sat motionless on the sea. Instantly the three spread boats in the
11rear paused on their way. The whales had irregularly settled bodily down into the blue, thus giving no distantly
12discernible token of the movement, though from his closer vicinity Ahab had observed it. "Every man look out along his
13oars!" cried Starbuck. "Thou, Queequeg, stand up!" Nimbly springing up on the triangular raised box in the bow, the
14savage stood erect there, and with intensely eager eyes gazed off towards the spot where the chase had last been
15descried. Likewise upon the extreme stern of the boat where it was also triangularly platformed level with the gunwale,
16Starbuck himself was seen coolly and adroitly balancing himself to the jerking tossings of his chip of a craft, and
17silently eyeing the vast blue eye of the sea. Not very far distant Flask's boat was also lying breathlessly still; its
18commander recklessly standing upon the top of the loggerhead, a stout sort of post rooted in the keel, and rising some
19two feet above the level of the stern platform. It is used for catching turns with the whale line. Its top is not more
20spacious than the palm of a man's hand, and standing upon such a base as that, Flask seemed perched at the mast-head of
21some ship which had sunk to all but her trucks. But little King-Post was small and short, and at the same time little
22King-Post was full of a large and tall ambition, so that this loggerhead stand-point of his did by no means satisfy
23King-Post. "I can't see three seas off; tip us up an oar there, and let me on to that." Upon this, Daggoo, with either
24hand upon the gunwale to steady his way, swiftly slid aft, and then erecting himself volunteered his lofty shoulders for
25a pedestal. "Good a mast-head as any, sir. Will you mount?" "That I will, and thank ye very much, my fine fellow; only I
26wish you fifty feet taller." Whereupon planting his feet firmly against two opposite planks of the boat, the gigantic
27negro, stooping a little, presented his flat palm to Flask's foot, and then putting Flask's hand on his hearse-plumed
28head and bidding him spring as he himself should toss, with one dexterous fling landed the little man high and dry on
29his shoulders. And here was Flask now standing, Daggoo with one lifted arm furnishing him with a breastband to lean
30against and steady himself by. At any time it is a strange sight to the tyro to see with what wondrous habitude of
31unconscious skill the whaleman will maintain an erect posture in his boat, even when pitched about by the most riotously
32perverse and cross-running seas. Still more strange to see him giddily perched upon the loggerhead itself, under such
33circumstances. But the sight of little Flask mounted upon gigantic Daggoo was yet more curious; for sustaining himself
34with a cool, indifferent, easy, unthought of, barbaric majesty, the noble negro to every roll of the sea harmoniously
35rolled his fine form. On his broad back, flaxen-haired Flask seemed a snow-flake. The bearer looked nobler than the
36rider. Though truly vivacious, tumultuous, ostentatious little Flask would now and then stamp with impatience; but not
37one added heave did he thereby give to the negro's lordly chest. So have I seen Passion and Vanity stamping the living
38magnanimous earth, but the earth did not alter her tides and her seasons for that. Meanwhile Stubb, the third mate,
39betrayed no such far-gazing solicitudes. The whales might have made one of their regular soundings, not a temporary dive
40from mere fright; and if that were the case, Stubb, as his wont in such cases, it seems, was resolved to solace the
41languishing interval with his pipe. He withdrew it from his hatband, where he always wore it aslant like a feather. He
42loaded it, and rammed home the loading with his thumb-end; but hardly had he ignited his match across the rough
43sandpaper of his hand, when Tashtego, his harpooneer, whose eyes had been setting to windward like two fixed stars,
44suddenly dropped like light from his erect attitude to his seat, crying out in a quick phrensy of hurry, "Down, down
45all, and give way!--there they are!" To a landsman, no whale, nor any sign of a herring, would have been visible at that
46moment; nothing but a troubled bit of greenish white water, and thin scattered puffs of vapor hovering over it, and
47suffusingly blowing off to leeward, like the confused scud from white rolling billows. The air around suddenly vibrated
48and tingled, as it were, like the air over intensely heated plates of iron. Beneath this atmospheric waving and curling,
49and partially beneath a thin layer of water, also, the whales were swimming. Seen in advance of all the other
50indications, the puffs of vapor they spouted, seemed their forerunning couriers and detached flying outriders. All four
51boats were now in keen pursuit of that one spot of troubled water and air. But it bade fair to outstrip them; it flew on
52and on, as a mass of interblending bubbles borne down a rapid stream from the hills. "Pull, pull, my good boys," said
53Starbuck, in the lowest possible but intensest concentrated whisper to his men; while the sharp fixed glance from his
54eyes darted straight ahead of the bow, almost seemed as two visible needles in two unerring binnacle compasses. He did
55not say much to his crew, though, nor did his crew say anything to him. Only the silence of the boat was at intervals
56startlingly pierced by one of his peculiar whispers, now harsh with command, now soft with entreaty. How different the
57loud little King-Post. "Sing out and say something, my hearties. Roar and pull, my thunderbolts! Beach me, beach me on
58their black backs, boys; only do that for me, and I'll sign over to you my Martha's Vineyard plantation, boys; including
59wife and children, boys. Lay me on--lay me on! O Lord, Lord! but I shall go stark, staring mad! See! see that white
60water!" And so shouting, he pulled his hat from his head, and stamped up and down on it; then picking it up, flirted it
61far off upon the sea; and finally fell to rearing and plunging in the boat's stern like a crazed colt from the prairie.
62"Look at that chap now," philosophically drawled Stubb, who, with his unlighted short pipe, mechanically retained
63between his teeth, at a short distance, followed after--"He's got fits, that Flask has. Fits? yes, give him fits--that's
64the very word--pitch fits into 'em. Merrily, merrily, hearts-alive. Pudding for supper, you know;--merry's the word.
65Pull, babes--pull, sucklings--pull, all. But what the devil are you hurrying about? Softly, softly, and steadily, my
66men. Only pull, and keep pulling; nothing more. Crack all your backbones, and bite your knives in two--that's all. Take
67it easy--why don't ye take it easy, I say, and burst all your livers and lungs!" But what it was that inscrutable Ahab
68said to that tiger-yellow crew of his--these were words best omitted here; for you live under the blessed light of the
69evangelical land. Only the infidel sharks in the audacious seas may give ear to such words, when, with tornado brow, and
70eyes of red murder, and foam-glued lips, Ahab leaped after his prey.
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