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1Ere now it has been related how Ahab was wont to pace his quarter-deck, taking regular turns at either limit, the
2binnacle and mainmast; but in the multiplicity of other things requiring narration it has not been added how that
3sometimes in these walks, when most plunged in his mood, he was wont to pause in turn at each spot, and stand there
4strangely eyeing the particular object before him. When he halted before the binnacle, with his glance fastened on the
5pointed needle in the compass, that glance shot like a javelin with the pointed intensity of his purpose; and when
6resuming his walk he again paused before the mainmast, then, as the same riveted glance fastened upon the riveted gold
7coin there, he still wore the same aspect of nailed firmness, only dashed with a certain wild longing, if not
8hopefulness. But one morning, turning to pass the doubloon, he seemed to be newly attracted by the strange figures and
9inscriptions stamped on it, as though now for the first time beginning to interpret for himself in some monomaniac way
10whatever significance might lurk in them. And some certain significance lurks in all things, else all things are little
11worth, and the round world itself but an empty cipher, except to sell by the cartload, as they do hills about Boston, to
12fill up some morass in the Milky Way. Now this doubloon was of purest, virgin gold, raked somewhere out of the heart of
13gorgeous hills, whence, east and west, over golden sands, the head-waters of many a Pactolus flows. And though now
14nailed amidst all the rustiness of iron bolts and the verdigris of copper spikes, yet, untouchable and immaculate to any
15foulness, it still preserved its Quito glow. Nor, though placed amongst a ruthless crew and every hour passed by
16ruthless hands, and through the livelong nights shrouded with thick darkness which might cover any pilfering approach,
17nevertheless every sunrise found the doubloon where the sunset left it last. For it was set apart and sanctified to one
18awe-striking end; and however wanton in their sailor ways, one and all, the mariners revered it as the white whale's
19talisman. Sometimes they talked it over in the weary watch by night, wondering whose it was to be at last, and whether
20he would ever live to spend it. Now those noble golden coins of South America are as medals of the sun and tropic
21token-pieces. Here palms, alpacas, and volcanoes; sun's disks and stars; ecliptics, horns-of-plenty, and rich banners
22waving, are in luxuriant profusion stamped; so that the precious gold seems almost to derive an added preciousness and
23enhancing glories, by passing through those fancy mints, so Spanishly poetic. It so chanced that the doubloon of the
24Pequod was a most wealthy example of these things. On its round border it bore the letters, REPUBLICA DEL ECUADOR:
25QUITO. So this bright coin came from a country planted in the middle of the world, and beneath the great equator, and
26named after it; and it had been cast midway up the Andes, in the unwaning clime that knows no autumn. Zoned by those
27letters you saw the likeness of three Andes' summits; from one a flame; a tower on another; on the third a crowing cock;
28while arching over all was a segment of the partitioned zodiac, the signs all marked with their usual cabalistics, and
29the keystone sun entering the equinoctial point at Libra. Before this equatorial coin, Ahab, not unobserved by others,
30was now pausing. "There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers, and all other grand and lofty things;
31look here,--three peaks as proud as Lucifer. The firm tower, that is Ahab; the volcano, that is Ahab; the courageous,
32the undaunted, and victorious fowl, that, too, is Ahab; all are Ahab; and this round gold is but the image of the
33rounder globe, which, like a magician's glass, to each and every man in turn but mirrors back his own mysterious self.
34Great pains, small gains for those who ask the world to solve them; it cannot solve itself. Methinks now this coined sun
35wears a ruddy face; but see! aye, he enters the sign of storms, the equinox! and but six months before he wheeled out of
36a former equinox at Aries! From storm to storm! So be it, then. Born in throes, 'tis fit that man should live in pains
37and die in pangs! So be it, then! Here's stout stuff for woe to work on. So be it, then." "No fairy fingers can have
38pressed the gold, but devil's claws must have left their mouldings there since yesterday," murmured Starbuck to himself,
39leaning against the bulwarks. "The old man seems to read Belshazzar's awful writing. I have never marked the coin
40inspectingly. He goes below; let me read. A dark valley between three mighty, heaven-abiding peaks, that almost seem the
41Trinity, in some faint earthly symbol. So in this vale of Death, God girds us round; and over all our gloom, the sun of
42Righteousness still shines a beacon and a hope. If we bend down our eyes, the dark vale shows her mouldy soil; but if we
43lift them, the bright sun meets our glance half way, to cheer. Yet, oh, the great sun is no fixture; and if, at
44midnight, we would fain snatch some sweet solace from him, we gaze for him in vain! This coin speaks wisely, mildly,
45truly, but still sadly to me. I will quit it, lest Truth shake me falsely."
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