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1Meanwhile, all the boats tore on. The repeated specific allusions of Flask to "that whale," as he called the fictitious
2monster which he declared to be incessantly tantalizing his boat's bow with its tail--these allusions of his were at
3times so vivid and life-like, that they would cause some one or two of his men to snatch a fearful look over the
4shoulder. But this was against all rule; for the oarsmen must put out their eyes, and ram a skewer through their necks;
5usage pronouncing that they must have no organs but ears, and no limbs but arms, in these critical moments. It was a
6sight full of quick wonder and awe! The vast swells of the omnipotent sea; the surging, hollow roar they made, as they
7rolled along the eight gunwales, like gigantic bowls in a boundless bowling-green; the brief suspended agony of the
8boat, as it would tip for an instant on the knife-like edge of the sharper waves, that almost seemed threatening to cut
9it in two; the sudden profound dip into the watery glens and hollows; the keen spurrings and goadings to gain the top of
10the opposite hill; the headlong, sled-like slide down its other side;--all these, with the cries of the headsmen and
11harpooneers, and the shuddering gasps of the oarsmen, with the wondrous sight of the ivory Pequod bearing down upon her
12boats with outstretched sails, like a wild hen after her screaming brood;--all this was thrilling. Not the raw recruit,
13marching from the bosom of his wife into the fever heat of his first battle; not the dead man's ghost encountering the
14first unknown phantom in the other world;--neither of these can feel stranger and stronger emotions than that man does,
15who for the first time finds himself pulling into the charmed, churned circle of the hunted sperm whale. The dancing
16white water made by the chase was now becoming more and more visible, owing to the increasing darkness of the dun
17cloud-shadows flung upon the sea. The jets of vapor no longer blended, but tilted everywhere to right and left; the
18whales seemed separating their wakes. The boats were pulled more apart; Starbuck giving chase to three whales running
19dead to leeward. Our sail was now set, and, with the still rising wind, we rushed along; the boat going with such
20madness through the water, that the lee oars could scarcely be worked rapidly enough to escape being torn from the
21row-locks. Soon we were running through a suffusing wide veil of mist; neither ship nor boat to be seen. "Give way,
22men," whispered Starbuck, drawing still further aft the sheet of his sail; "there is time to kill a fish yet before the
23squall comes. There's white water again!--close to! Spring!" Soon after, two cries in quick succession on each side of
24us denoted that the other boats had got fast; but hardly were they overheard, when with a lightning-like hurtling
25whisper Starbuck said: "Stand up!" and Queequeg, harpoon in hand, sprang to his feet. Though not one of the oarsmen was
26then facing the life and death peril so close to them ahead, yet with their eyes on the intense countenance of the mate
27in the stern of the boat, they knew that the imminent instant had come; they heard, too, an enormous wallowing sound as
28of fifty elephants stirring in their litter. Meanwhile the boat was still booming through the mist, the waves curling
29and hissing around us like the erected crests of enraged serpents. "That's his hump. There, there, give it to him!"
30whispered Starbuck. A short rushing sound leaped out of the boat; it was the darted iron of Queequeg. Then all in one
31welded commotion came an invisible push from astern, while forward the boat seemed striking on a ledge; the sail
32collapsed and exploded; a gush of scalding vapor shot up near by; something rolled and tumbled like an earthquake
33beneath us. The whole crew were half suffocated as they were tossed helter-skelter into the white curdling cream of the
34squall. Squall, whale, and harpoon had all blended together; and the whale, merely grazed by the iron, escaped. Though
35completely swamped, the boat was nearly unharmed. Swimming round it we picked up the floating oars, and lashing them
36across the gunwale, tumbled back to our places. There we sat up to our knees in the sea, the water covering every rib
37and plank, so that to our downward gazing eyes the suspended craft seemed a coral boat grown up to us from the bottom of
38the ocean. The wind increased to a howl; the waves dashed their bucklers together; the whole squall roared, forked, and
39crackled around us like a white fire upon the prairie, in which, unconsumed, we were burning; immortal in these jaws of
40death! In vain we hailed the other boats; as well roar to the live coals down the chimney of a flaming furnace as hail
41those boats in that storm. Meanwhile the driving scud, rack, and mist, grew darker with the shadows of night; no sign of
42the ship could be seen. The rising sea forbade all attempts to bale out the boat. The oars were useless as propellers,
43performing now the office of life-preservers. So, cutting the lashing of the waterproof match keg, after many failures
44Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then stretching it on a waif pole, handed it to Queequeg as the
45standard-bearer of this forlorn hope. There, then, he sat, holding up that imbecile candle in the heart of that almighty
46forlornness. There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of
47despair. Wet, drenched through, and shivering cold, despairing of ship or boat, we lifted up our eyes as the dawn came
48on. The mist still spread over the sea, the empty lantern lay crushed in the bottom of the boat. Suddenly Queequeg
49started to his feet, hollowing his hand to his ear. We all heard a faint creaking, as of ropes and yards hitherto
50muffled by the storm. The sound came nearer and nearer; the thick mists were dimly parted by a huge, vague form.
51Affrighted, we all sprang into the sea as the ship at last loomed into view, bearing right down upon us within a
52distance of not much more than its length. Floating on the waves we saw the abandoned boat, as for one instant it tossed
53and gaped beneath the ship's bows like a chip at the base of a cataract; and then the vast hull rolled over it, and it
54was seen no more till it came up weltering astern. Again we swam for it, were dashed against it by the seas, and were at
55last taken up and safely landed on board. Ere the squall came close to, the other boats had cut loose from their fish
56and returned to the ship in good time. The ship had given us up, but was still cruising, if haply it might light upon
57some token of our perishing,--an oar or a lance pole.
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