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1The predestinated day arrived, and we duly met the ship Jungfrau, Derick De Deer, master, of Bremen. At one time the
2greatest whaling people in the world, the Dutch and Germans are now among the least; but here and there at very wide
3intervals of latitude and longitude, you still occasionally meet with their flag in the Pacific. For some reason, the
4Jungfrau seemed quite eager to pay her respects. While yet some distance from the Pequod, she rounded to, and dropping a
5boat, her captain was impelled towards us, impatiently standing in the bows instead of the stern. "What has he in his
6hand there?" cried Starbuck, pointing to something wavingly held by the German. "Impossible!--a lamp-feeder!" "Not
7that," said Stubb, "no, no, it's a coffee-pot, Mr. Starbuck; he's coming off to make us our coffee, is the Yarman; don't
8you see that big tin can there alongside of him?--that's his boiling water. Oh! he's all right, is the Yarman." "Go
9along with you," cried Flask, "it's a lamp-feeder and an oil-can. He's out of oil, and has come a-begging." However
10curious it may seem for an oil-ship to be borrowing oil on the whale-ground, and however much it may invertedly
11contradict the old proverb about carrying coals to Newcastle, yet sometimes such a thing really happens; and in the
12present case Captain Derick De Deer did indubitably conduct a lamp-feeder as Flask did declare. As he mounted the deck,
13Ahab abruptly accosted him, without at all heeding what he had in his hand; but in his broken lingo, the German soon
14evinced his complete ignorance of the White Whale; immediately turning the conversation to his lamp-feeder and oil can,
15with some remarks touching his having to turn into his hammock at night in profound darkness--his last drop of Bremen
16oil being gone, and not a single flying-fish yet captured to supply the deficiency; concluding by hinting that his ship
17was indeed what in the Fishery is technically called a clean one (that is, an empty one), well deserving the name of
18Jungfrau or the Virgin. His necessities supplied, Derick departed; but he had not gained his ship's side, when whales
19were almost simultaneously raised from the mast-heads of both vessels; and so eager for the chase was Derick, that
20without pausing to put his oil-can and lamp-feeder aboard, he slewed round his boat and made after the leviathan
21lamp-feeders. Now, the game having risen to leeward, he and the other three German boats that soon followed him, had
22considerably the start of the Pequod's keels. There were eight whales, an average pod. Aware of their danger, they were
23going all abreast with great speed straight before the wind, rubbing their flanks as closely as so many spans of horses
24in harness. They left a great, wide wake, as though continually unrolling a great wide parchment upon the sea. Full in
25this rapid wake, and many fathoms in the rear, swam a huge, humped old bull, which by his comparatively slow progress,
26as well as by the unusual yellowish incrustations overgrowing him, seemed afflicted with the jaundice, or some other
27infirmity. Whether this whale belonged to the pod in advance, seemed questionable; for it is not customary for such
28venerable leviathans to be at all social. Nevertheless, he stuck to their wake, though indeed their back water must have
29retarded him, because the white-bone or swell at his broad muzzle was a dashed one, like the swell formed when two
30hostile currents meet. His spout was short, slow, and laborious; coming forth with a choking sort of gush, and spending
31itself in torn shreds, followed by strange subterranean commotions in him, which seemed to have egress at his other
32buried extremity, causing the waters behind him to upbubble. "Who's got some paregoric?" said Stubb, "he has the
33stomach-ache, I'm afraid. Lord, think of having half an acre of stomach-ache! Adverse winds are holding mad Christmas in
34him, boys. It's the first foul wind I ever knew to blow from astern; but look, did ever whale yaw so before? it must be,
35he's lost his tiller." As an overladen Indiaman bearing down the Hindostan coast with a deck load of frightened horses,
36careens, buries, rolls, and wallows on her way; so did this old whale heave his aged bulk, and now and then partly
37turning over on his cumbrous rib-ends, expose the cause of his devious wake in the unnatural stump of his starboard fin.
38Whether he had lost that fin in battle, or had been born without it, it were hard to say. "Only wait a bit, old chap,
39and I'll give ye a sling for that wounded arm," cried cruel Flask, pointing to the whale-line near him. "Mind he don't
40sling thee with it," cried Starbuck. "Give way, or the German will have him." With one intent all the combined rival
41boats were pointed for this one fish, because not only was he the largest, and therefore the most valuable whale, but he
42was nearest to them, and the other whales were going with such great velocity, moreover, as almost to defy pursuit for
43the time. At this juncture the Pequod's keels had shot by the three German boats last lowered; but from the great start
44he had had, Derick's boat still led the chase, though every moment neared by his foreign rivals. The only thing they
45feared, was, that from being already so nigh to his mark, he would be enabled to dart his iron before they could
46completely overtake and pass him. As for Derick, he seemed quite confident that this would be the case, and occasionally
47with a deriding gesture shook his lamp-feeder at the other boats. "The ungracious and ungrateful dog!" cried Starbuck;
48"he mocks and dares me with the very poor-box I filled for him not five minutes ago!"--then in his old intense
49whisper--"Give way, greyhounds! Dog to it!" "I tell ye what it is, men"--cried Stubb to his crew--"it's against my
50religion to get mad; but I'd like to eat that villainous Yarman--Pull--won't ye? Are ye going to let that rascal beat
51ye? Do ye love brandy? A hogshead of brandy, then, to the best man. Come, why don't some of ye burst a blood-vessel?
52Who's that been dropping an anchor overboard--we don't budge an inch--we're becalmed. Halloo, here's grass growing in
53the boat's bottom--and by the Lord, the mast there's budding. This won't do, boys. Look at that Yarman! The short and
54long of it is, men, will ye spit fire or not?" "Oh! see the suds he makes!" cried Flask, dancing up and down--"What a
55hump--Oh, do pile on the beef--lays like a log! Oh! my lads, do spring--slap-jacks and quahogs for supper, you know, my
56lads--baked clams and muffins--oh, do, do, spring,--he's a hundred barreller--don't lose him now--don't oh, don't!--see
57that Yarman--Oh, won't ye pull for your duff, my lads--such a sog! such a sogger! Don't ye love sperm? There goes three
58thousand dollars, men!--a bank!--a whole bank! The bank of England!--Oh, do, do, do!--What's that Yarman about now?" At
59this moment Derick was in the act of pitching his lamp-feeder at the advancing boats, and also his oil-can; perhaps with
60the double view of retarding his rivals' way, and at the same time economically accelerating his own by the momentary
61impetus of the backward toss. "The unmannerly Dutch dogger!" cried Stubb. "Pull now, men, like fifty thousand
62line-of-battle-ship loads of red-haired devils. What d'ye say, Tashtego; are you the man to snap your spine in
63two-and-twenty pieces for the honor of old Gayhead? What d'ye say?" "I say, pull like god-dam,"--cried the Indian.
64Fiercely, but evenly incited by the taunts of the German, the Pequod's three boats now began ranging almost abreast;
65and, so disposed, momentarily neared him. In that fine, loose, chivalrous attitude of the headsman when drawing near to
66his prey, the three mates stood up proudly, occasionally backing the after oarsman with an exhilarating cry of, "There
67she slides, now! Hurrah for the white-ash breeze! Down with the Yarman! Sail over him!" But so decided an original start
68had Derick had, that spite of all their gallantry, he would have proved the victor in this race, had not a righteous
69judgment descended upon him in a crab which caught the blade of his midship oarsman. While this clumsy lubber was
70striving to free his white-ash, and while, in consequence, Derick's boat was nigh to capsizing, and he thundering away
71at his men in a mighty rage;--that was a good time for Starbuck, Stubb, and Flask. With a shout, they took a mortal
72start forwards, and slantingly ranged up on the German's quarter. An instant more, and all four boats were diagonically
73in the whale's immediate wake, while stretching from them, on both sides, was the foaming swell that he made.
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