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1"Cook," said Stubb, rapidly lifting a rather reddish morsel to his mouth, "don't you think this steak is rather
2overdone? You've been beating this steak too much, cook; it's too tender. Don't I always say that to be good, a
3whale-steak must be tough? There are those sharks now over the side, don't you see they prefer it tough and rare? What a
4shindy they are kicking up! Cook, go and talk to 'em; tell 'em they are welcome to help themselves civilly, and in
5moderation, but they must keep quiet. Blast me, if I can hear my own voice. Away, cook, and deliver my message. Here,
6take this lantern," snatching one from his sideboard; "now then, go and preach to 'em!" Sullenly taking the offered
7lantern, old Fleece limped across the deck to the bulwarks; and then, with one hand dropping his light low over the sea,
8so as to get a good view of his congregation, with the other hand he solemnly flourished his tongs, and leaning far over
9the side in a mumbling voice began addressing the sharks, while Stubb, softly crawling behind, overheard all that was
10said. "Fellow-critters: I'se ordered here to say dat you must stop dat dam noise dare. You hear? Stop dat dam smackin'
11ob de lip! Massa Stubb say dat you can fill your dam bellies up to de hatchings, but by Gor! you must stop dat dam
12racket!" "Cook," here interposed Stubb, accompanying the word with a sudden slap on the shoulder,--"Cook! why, damn your
13eyes, you mustn't swear that way when you're preaching. That's no way to convert sinners, cook!" "Who dat? Den preach to
14him yourself," sullenly turning to go. "No, cook; go on, go on." "Well, den, Belubed fellow-critters:"-- "Right!"
15exclaimed Stubb, approvingly, "coax 'em to it; try that," and Fleece continued. "Do you is all sharks, and by natur wery
16woracious, yet I zay to you, fellow-critters, dat dat woraciousness--'top dat dam slappin' ob de tail! How you tink to
17hear, spose you keep up such a dam slappin' and bitin' dare?" "Cook," cried Stubb, collaring him, "I won't have that
18swearing. Talk to 'em gentlemanly." Once more the sermon proceeded. "Your woraciousness, fellow-critters, I don't blame
19ye so much for; dat is natur, and can't be helped; but to gobern dat wicked natur, dat is de pint. You is sharks,
20sartin; but if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well
21goberned. Now, look here, bred'ren, just try wonst to be cibil, a helping yourselbs from dat whale. Don't be tearin' de
22blubber out your neighbour's mout, I say. Is not one shark dood right as toder to dat whale? And, by Gor, none on you
23has de right to dat whale; dat whale belong to some one else. I know some o' you has berry brig mout, brigger dan oders;
24but den de brig mouts sometimes has de small bellies; so dat de brigness of de mout is not to swaller wid, but to bit
25off de blubber for de small fry ob sharks, dat can't get into de scrouge to help demselves." "Well done, old Fleece!"
26cried Stubb, "that's Christianity; go on." "No use goin' on; de dam willains will keep a scougin' and slappin' each
27oder, Massa Stubb; dey don't hear one word; no use a-preachin' to such dam g'uttons as you call 'em, till dare bellies
28is full, and dare bellies is bottomless; and when dey do get 'em full, dey wont hear you den; for den dey sink in de
29sea, go fast to sleep on de coral, and can't hear not'ing at all, no more, for eber and eber." "Upon my soul, I am about
30of the same opinion; so give the benediction, Fleece, and I'll away to my supper." Upon this, Fleece, holding both hands
31over the fishy mob, raised his shrill voice, and cried-- "Cussed fellow-critters! Kick up de damndest row as ever you
32can; fill your dam' bellies 'till dey bust--and den die." "Now, cook," said Stubb, resuming his supper at the capstan;
33"stand just where you stood before, there, over against me, and pay particular attention." "All dention," said Fleece,
34again stooping over upon his tongs in the desired position. "Well," said Stubb, helping himself freely meanwhile; "I
35shall now go back to the subject of this steak. In the first place, how old are you, cook?" "What dat do wid de 'teak,"
36said the old black, testily. "Silence! How old are you, cook?" "'Bout ninety, dey say," he gloomily muttered. "And you
37have lived in this world hard upon one hundred years, cook, and don't know yet how to cook a whale-steak?" rapidly
38bolting another mouthful at the last word, so that morsel seemed a continuation of the question. "Where were you born,
39cook?" "'Hind de hatchway, in ferry-boat, goin' ober de Roanoke." "Born in a ferry-boat! That's queer, too. But I want
40to know what country you were born in, cook!" "Didn't I say de Roanoke country?" he cried sharply. "No, you didn't,
41cook; but I'll tell you what I'm coming to, cook. You must go home and be born over again; you don't know how to cook a
42whale-steak yet." "Bress my soul, if I cook noder one," he growled, angrily, turning round to depart. "Come back,
43cook;--here, hand me those tongs;--now take that bit of steak there, and tell me if you think that steak cooked as it
44should be? Take it, I say"--holding the tongs towards him--"take it, and taste it." Faintly smacking his withered lips
45over it for a moment, the old negro muttered, "Best cooked 'teak I eber taste; joosy, berry joosy." "Cook," said Stubb,
46squaring himself once more; "do you belong to the church?" "Passed one once in Cape-Down," said the old man sullenly.
47"And you have once in your life passed a holy church in Cape-Town, where you doubtless overheard a holy parson
48addressing his hearers as his beloved fellow-creatures, have you, cook! And yet you come here, and tell me such a
49dreadful lie as you did just now, eh?" said Stubb. "Where do you expect to go to, cook?" "Go to bed berry soon," he
50mumbled, half-turning as he spoke. "Avast! heave to! I mean when you die, cook. It's an awful question. Now what's your
51answer?" "When dis old brack man dies," said the negro slowly, changing his whole air and demeanor, "he hisself won't go
52nowhere; but some bressed angel will come and fetch him." "Fetch him? How? In a coach and four, as they fetched Elijah?
53And fetch him where?" "Up dere," said Fleece, holding his tongs straight over his head, and keeping it there very
54solemnly. "So, then, you expect to go up into our main-top, do you, cook, when you are dead? But don't you know the
55higher you climb, the colder it gets? Main-top, eh?" "Didn't say dat t'all," said Fleece, again in the sulks. "You said
56up there, didn't you? and now look yourself, and see where your tongs are pointing. But, perhaps you expect to get into
57heaven by crawling through the lubber's hole, cook; but, no, no, cook, you don't get there, except you go the regular
58way, round by the rigging. It's a ticklish business, but must be done, or else it's no go. But none of us are in heaven
59yet. Drop your tongs, cook, and hear my orders. Do ye hear? Hold your hat in one hand, and clap t'other a'top of your
60heart, when I'm giving my orders, cook. What! that your heart, there?--that's your gizzard! Aloft! aloft!--that's
61it--now you have it. Hold it there now, and pay attention." "All 'dention," said the old black, with both hands placed
62as desired, vainly wriggling his grizzled head, as if to get both ears in front at one and the same time. "Well then,
63cook, you see this whale-steak of yours was so very bad, that I have put it out of sight as soon as possible; you see
64that, don't you? Well, for the future, when you cook another whale-steak for my private table here, the capstan, I'll
65tell you what to do so as not to spoil it by overdoing. Hold the steak in one hand, and show a live coal to it with the
66other; that done, dish it; d'ye hear? And now to-morrow, cook, when we are cutting in the fish, be sure you stand by to
67get the tips of his fins; have them put in pickle. As for the ends of the flukes, have them soused, cook. There, now ye
68may go." But Fleece had hardly got three paces off, when he was recalled. "Cook, give me cutlets for supper to-morrow
69night in the mid-watch. D'ye hear? away you sail, then.--Halloa! stop! make a bow before you go.--Avast heaving again!
70Whale-balls for breakfast--don't forget." "Wish, by gor! whale eat him, 'stead of him eat whale. I'm bressed if he ain't
71more of shark dan Massa Shark hisself," muttered the old man, limping away; with which sage ejaculation he went to his
72hammock.
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