bookssland.com Ā» Other Ā» Moby Dick - Herman Melville (suggested reading TXT) šŸ“—

Book online Ā«Moby Dick - Herman Melville (suggested reading TXT) šŸ“—Ā». Author Herman Melville



1 ... 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 ... 212
Go to page:
Fatesā€™ lieutenant; I act under orders. Look thou, underling! that thou obeyest mine.ā ā€”Stand round me, men. Ye see an old man cut down to the stump; leaning on a shivered lance; propped up on a lonely foot. ā€™Tis Ahabā ā€”his bodyā€™s part; but Ahabā€™s soulā€™s a centipede, that moves upon a hundred legs. I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes that tow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so. But ere I break, yeā€™ll hear me crack; and till ye hear that, know that Ahabā€™s hawser tows his purpose yet. Believe ye, men, in the things called omens? Then laugh aloud, and cry encore! For ere they drown, drowning things will twice rise to the surface; then rise again, to sink for evermore. So with Moby Dickā ā€”two days heā€™s floatedā ā€”tomorrow will be the third. Aye, men, heā€™ll rise once moreā ā€”but only to spout his last! Dā€™ye feel brave men, brave?ā€

ā€œAs fearless fire,ā€ cried Stubb.

ā€œAnd as mechanical,ā€ muttered Ahab. Then as the men went forward, he muttered on: ā€œThe things called omens! And yesterday I talked the same to Starbuck there, concerning my broken boat. Oh! how valiantly I seek to drive out of othersā€™ hearts whatā€™s clinched so fast in mine!ā ā€”The Parseeā ā€”the Parsee!ā ā€”gone, gone? and he was to go before:ā ā€”but still was to be seen again ere I could perishā ā€”Howā€™s that?ā ā€”Thereā€™s a riddle now might baffle all the lawyers backed by the ghosts of the whole line of judges:ā ā€”like a hawkā€™s beak it pecks my brain. Iā€™ll, Iā€™ll solve it, though!ā€

When dusk descended, the whale was still in sight to leeward.

So once more the sail was shortened, and everything passed nearly as on the previous night; only, the sound of hammers, and the hum of the grindstone was heard till nearly daylight, as the men toiled by lanterns in the complete and careful rigging of the spare boats and sharpening their fresh weapons for the morrow. Meantime, of the broken keel of Ahabā€™s wrecked craft the carpenter made him another leg; while still as on the night before, slouched Ahab stood fixed within his scuttle; his hid, heliotrope glance anticipatingly gone backward on its dial; sat due eastward for the earliest sun.

CXXXV The Chaseā ā€”Third Day

The morning of the third day dawned fair and fresh, and once more the solitary night-man at the foremasthead was relieved by crowds of the daylight lookouts, who dotted every mast and almost every spar.

ā€œDā€™ye see him?ā€ cried Ahab; but the whale was not yet in sight.

ā€œIn his infallible wake, though; but follow that wake, thatā€™s all. Helm there; steady, as thou goest, and hast been going. What a lovely day again! were it a new-made world, and made for a summerhouse to the angels, and this morning the first of its throwing open to them, a fairer day could not dawn upon that world. Hereā€™s food for thought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels; thatā€™s tingling enough for mortal man! to thinkā€™s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that. And yet, Iā€™ve sometimes thought my brain was very calmā ā€”frozen calm, this old skull cracks so, like a glass in which the contents turned to ice, and shiver it. And still this hair is growing now; this moment growing, and heat must breed it; but no, itā€™s like that sort of common grass that will grow anywhere, between the earthy clefts of Greenland ice or in Vesuvius lava. How the wild winds blow it; they whip it about me as the torn shreds of split sails lash the tossed ship they cling to. A vile wind that has no doubt blown ere this through prison corridors and cells, and wards of hospitals, and ventilated them, and now comes blowing hither as innocent as fleeces. Out upon it!ā ā€”itā€™s tainted. Were I the wind, Iā€™d blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world. Iā€™d crawl somewhere to a cave, and slink there. And yet, ā€™tis a noble and heroic thing, the wind! who ever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run through it. Ha! a coward wind that strikes stark naked men, but will not stand to receive a single blow. Even Ahab is a braver thingā ā€”a nobler thing than that. Would now the wind but had a body; but all the things that most exasperate and outrage mortal man, all these things are bodiless, but only bodiless as objects, not as agents. Thereā€™s a most special, a most cunning, oh, a most malicious difference! And yet, I say again, and swear it now, that thereā€™s something all glorious and gracious in the wind. These warm Trade Winds, at least, that in the clear heavens blow straight on, in strong and steadfast, vigorous mildness; and veer not from their mark, however the baser currents of the sea may turn and tack, and mightiest Mississippies of the land swift and swerve about, uncertain where to go at last. And by the eternal Poles! these same Trades that so directly blow my good ship on; these Trades, or something like themā ā€”something so unchangeable, and full as strong, blow my keeled soul along! To it! Aloft there! What dā€™ye see?ā€

ā€œNothing, sir.ā€

ā€œNothing! and noon at hand! The doubloon goes a-begging! See the sun! Aye, aye, it must be so. Iā€™ve oversailed him. How, got the start? Aye, heā€™s chasing me now; not I, himā ā€”thatā€™s bad; I might have known it, too. Fool! the linesā ā€”the harpoons heā€™s towing. Aye, aye, I have run him by last night. About! about! Come down, all of ye, but the regular look outs! Man the braces!ā€

Steering as she had done, the wind had been somewhat on the Pequodā€™s quarter, so that now being pointed in the reverse direction, the braced

1 ... 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 ... 212
Go to page:

Free e-book Ā«Moby Dick - Herman Melville (suggested reading TXT) šŸ“—Ā» - read online now

Comments (0)

There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Add a comment