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1Availing himself of the mild, summer-cool weather that now reigned in these latitudes, and in preparation for the
2peculiarly active pursuits shortly to be anticipated, Perth, the begrimed, blistered old blacksmith, had not removed his
3portable forge to the hold again, after concluding his contributory work for Ahab's leg, but still retained it on deck,
4fast lashed to ringbolts by the foremast; being now almost incessantly invoked by the headsmen, and harpooneers, and
5bowsmen to do some little job for them; altering, or repairing, or new shaping their various weapons and boat furniture.
6Often he would be surrounded by an eager circle, all waiting to be served; holding boat-spades, pike-heads, harpoons,
7and lances, and jealously watching his every sooty movement, as he toiled. Nevertheless, this old man's was a patient
8hammer wielded by a patient arm. No murmur, no impatience, no petulance did come from him. Silent, slow, and solemn;
9bowing over still further his chronically broken back, he toiled away, as if toil were life itself, and the heavy
10beating of his hammer the heavy beating of his heart. And so it was.--Most miserable! A peculiar walk in this old man, a
11certain slight but painful appearing yawing in his gait, had at an early period of the voyage excited the curiosity of
12the mariners. And to the importunity of their persisted questionings he had finally given in; and so it came to pass
13that every one now knew the shameful story of his wretched fate. Belated, and not innocently, one bitter winter's
14midnight, on the road running between two country towns, the blacksmith half-stupidly felt the deadly numbness stealing
15over him, and sought refuge in a leaning, dilapidated barn. The issue was, the loss of the extremities of both feet. Out
16of this revelation, part by part, at last came out the four acts of the gladness, and the one long, and as yet
17uncatastrophied fifth act of the grief of his life's drama. He was an old man, who, at the age of nearly sixty, had
18postponedly encountered that thing in sorrow's technicals called ruin. He had been an artisan of famed excellence, and
19with plenty to do; owned a house and garden; embraced a youthful, daughter-like, loving wife, and three blithe, ruddy
20children; every Sunday went to a cheerful-looking church, planted in a grove. But one night, under cover of darkness,
21and further concealed in a most cunning disguisement, a desperate burglar slid into his happy home, and robbed them all
22of everything. And darker yet to tell, the blacksmith himself did ignorantly conduct this burglar into his family's
23heart. It was the Bottle Conjuror! Upon the opening of that fatal cork, forth flew the fiend, and shrivelled up his
24home. Now, for prudent, most wise, and economic reasons, the blacksmith's shop was in the basement of his dwelling, but
25with a separate entrance to it; so that always had the young and loving healthy wife listened with no unhappy
26nervousness, but with vigorous pleasure, to the stout ringing of her young-armed old husband's hammer; whose
27reverberations, muffled by passing through the floors and walls, came up to her, not unsweetly, in her nursery; and so,
28to stout Labor's iron lullaby, the blacksmith's infants were rocked to slumber. Oh, woe on woe! Oh, Death, why canst
29thou not sometimes be timely? Hadst thou taken this old blacksmith to thyself ere his full ruin came upon him, then had
30the young widow had a delicious grief, and her orphans a truly venerable, legendary sire to dream of in their after
31years; and all of them a care-killing competency. But Death plucked down some virtuous elder brother, on whose whistling
32daily toil solely hung the responsibilities of some other family, and left the worse than useless old man standing, till
33the hideous rot of life should make him easier to harvest. Why tell the whole? The blows of the basement hammer every
34day grew more and more between; and each blow every day grew fainter than the last; the wife sat frozen at the window,
35with tearless eyes, glitteringly gazing into the weeping faces of her children; the bellows fell; the forge choked up
36with cinders; the house was sold; the mother dived down into the long church-yard grass; her children twice followed her
37thither; and the houseless, familyless old man staggered off a vagabond in crape; his every woe unreverenced; his grey
38head a scorn to flaxen curls! Death seems the only desirable sequel for a career like this; but Death is only a
39launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense
40Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored; therefore, to the death-longing eyes of such men, who still have left in
41them some interior compunctions against suicide, does the all-contributed and all-receptive ocean alluringly spread
42forth his whole plain of unimaginable, taking terrors, and wonderful, new-life adventures; and from the hearts of
43infinite Pacifics, the thousand mermaids sing to them--"Come hither, broken-hearted; here is another life without the
44guilt of intermediate death; here are wonders supernatural, without dying for them. Come hither! bury thyself in a life
45which, to your now equally abhorred and abhorring, landed world, is more oblivious than death. Come hither! put up thy
46gravestone, too, within the churchyard, and come hither, till we marry thee!" Hearkening to these voices, East and West,
47by early sunrise, and by fall of eve, the blacksmith's soul responded, Aye, I come! And so Perth went a-whaling.
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