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1Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies
2the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders: gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tame northern
3lands. So, too, it is, that in these resplendent Japanese seas the mariner encounters the direst of all storms, the
4Typhoon. It will sometimes burst from out that cloudless sky, like an exploding bomb upon a dazed and sleepy town.
5Towards evening of that day, the Pequod was torn of her canvas, and bare-poled was left to fight a Typhoon which had
6struck her directly ahead. When darkness came on, sky and sea roared and split with the thunder, and blazed with the
7lightning, that showed the disabled masts fluttering here and there with the rags which the first fury of the tempest
8had left for its after sport. Holding by a shroud, Starbuck was standing on the quarter-deck; at every flash of the
9lightning glancing aloft, to see what additional disaster might have befallen the intricate hamper there; while Stubb
10and Flask were directing the men in the higher hoisting and firmer lashing of the boats. But all their pains seemed
11naught. Though lifted to the very top of the cranes, the windward quarter boat (Ahab's) did not escape. A great rolling
12sea, dashing high up against the reeling ship's high teetering side, stove in the boat's bottom at the stern, and left
13it again, all dripping through like a sieve. "Bad work, bad work! Mr. Starbuck," said Stubb, regarding the wreck, "but
14the sea will have its way. Stubb, for one, can't fight it. You see, Mr. Starbuck, a wave has such a great long start
15before it leaps, all round the world it runs, and then comes the spring! But as for me, all the start I have to meet it,
16is just across the deck here. But never mind; it's all in fun: so the old song says;"--(sings.) Oh! jolly is the gale,
17And a joker is the whale, A' flourishin' his tail,-- Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad, is the
18Ocean, oh! The scud all a flyin', That's his flip only foamin'; When he stirs in the spicin',-- Such a funny, sporty,
19gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad, is the Ocean, oh! Thunder splits the ships, But he only smacks his lips, A tastin' of
20this flip,-- Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad, is the Ocean, oh! "Avast Stubb," cried Starbuck,
21"let the Typhoon sing, and strike his harp here in our rigging; but if thou art a brave man thou wilt hold thy peace."
22"But I am not a brave man; never said I was a brave man; I am a coward; and I sing to keep up my spirits. And I tell you
23what it is, Mr. Starbuck, there's no way to stop my singing in this world but to cut my throat. And when that's done,
24ten to one I sing ye the doxology for a wind-up." "Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own." "What!
25how can you see better of a dark night than anybody else, never mind how foolish?" "Here!" cried Starbuck, seizing Stubb
26by the shoulder, and pointing his hand towards the weather bow, "markest thou not that the gale comes from the eastward,
27the very course Ahab is to run for Moby Dick? the very course he swung to this day noon? now mark his boat there; where
28is that stove? In the stern-sheets, man; where he is wont to stand--his stand-point is stove, man! Now jump overboard,
29and sing away, if thou must! "I don't half understand ye: what's in the wind?" "Yes, yes, round the Cape of Good Hope is
30the shortest way to Nantucket," soliloquized Starbuck suddenly, heedless of Stubb's question. "The gale that now hammers
31at us to stave us, we can turn it into a fair wind that will drive us towards home. Yonder, to windward, all is
32blackness of doom; but to leeward, homeward--I see it lightens up there; but not with the lightning." At that moment in
33one of the intervals of profound darkness, following the flashes, a voice was heard at his side; and almost at the same
34instant a volley of thunder peals rolled overhead. "Who's there?" "Old Thunder!" said Ahab, groping his way along the
35bulwarks to his pivot-hole; but suddenly finding his path made plain to him by elbowed lances of fire. Now, as the
36lightning rod to a spire on shore is intended to carry off the perilous fluid into the soil; so the kindred rod which at
37sea some ships carry to each mast, is intended to conduct it into the water. But as this conductor must descend to
38considerable depth, that its end may avoid all contact with the hull; and as moreover, if kept constantly towing there,
39it would be liable to many mishaps, besides interfering not a little with some of the rigging, and more or less impeding
40the vessel's way in the water; because of all this, the lower parts of a ship's lightning-rods are not always overboard;
41but are generally made in long slender links, so as to be the more readily hauled up into the chains outside, or thrown
42down into the sea, as occasion may require. "The rods! the rods!" cried Starbuck to the crew, suddenly admonished to
43vigilance by the vivid lightning that had just been darting flambeaux, to light Ahab to his post. "Are they overboard?
44drop them over, fore and aft. Quick!" "Avast!" cried Ahab; "let's have fair play here, though we be the weaker side. Yet
45I'll contribute to raise rods on the Himmalehs and Andes, that all the world may be secured; but out on privileges! Let
46them be, sir." "Look aloft!" cried Starbuck. "The corpusants! the corpusants!" All the yard-arms were tipped with a
47pallid fire; and touched at each tri-pointed lightning-rod-end with three tapering white flames, each of the three tall
48masts was silently burning in that sulphurous air, like three gigantic wax tapers before an altar. "Blast the boat! let
49it go!" cried Stubb at this instant, as a swashing sea heaved up under his own little craft, so that its gunwale
50violently jammed his hand, as he was passing a lashing. "Blast it!"--but slipping backward on the deck, his uplifted
51eyes caught the flames; and immediately shifting his tone he cried--"The corpusants have mercy on us all!" To sailors,
52oaths are household words; they will swear in the trance of the calm, and in the teeth of the tempest; they will
53imprecate curses from the topsail-yard-arms, when most they teeter over to a seething sea; but in all my voyagings,
54seldom have I heard a common oath when God's burning finger has been laid on the ship; when His "Mene, Mene, Tekel
55Upharsin" has been woven into the shrouds and the cordage. While this pallidness was burning aloft, few words were heard
56from the enchanted crew; who in one thick cluster stood on the forecastle, all their eyes gleaming in that pale
57phosphorescence, like a far away constellation of stars. Relieved against the ghostly light, the gigantic jet negro,
58Daggoo, loomed up to thrice his real stature, and seemed the black cloud from which the thunder had come. The parted
59mouth of Tashtego revealed his shark-white teeth, which strangely gleamed as if they too had been tipped by corpusants;
60while lit up by the preternatural light, Queequeg's tattooing burned like Satanic blue flames on his body. The tableau
61all waned at last with the pallidness aloft; and once more the Pequod and every soul on her decks were wrapped in a
62pall. A moment or two passed, when Starbuck, going forward, pushed against some one. It was Stubb. "What thinkest thou
63now, man; I heard thy cry; it was not the same in the song." "No, no, it wasn't; I said the corpusants have mercy on us
64all; and I hope they will, still. But do they only have mercy on long faces?--have they no bowels for a laugh? And look
65ye, Mr. Starbuck--but it's too dark to look. Hear me, then: I take that mast-head flame we saw for a sign of good luck;
66for those masts are rooted in a hold that is going to be chock a' block with sperm-oil, d'ye see; and so, all that sperm
67will work up into the masts, like sap in a tree. Yes, our three masts will yet be as three spermaceti candles--that's
68the good promise we saw." At that moment Starbuck caught sight of Stubb's face slowly beginning to glimmer into sight.
69Glancing upwards, he cried: "See! see!" and once more the high tapering flames were beheld with what seemed redoubled
70supernaturalness in their pallor. "The corpusants have mercy on us all," cried Stubb, again.
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