But The Suddenly Started Pequod

<p>"Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!"</p> <p>"Then God keep thee, old man—see'st thou that"—pointing to the hammock—"I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb." Then turning to his crew—"Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift the body; so, then—Oh! God"—advancing towards the hammock with uplifted hands—"may the resurrection and the life—"</p> <p>"Brace forward! Up helm!" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.</p><a class="left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzgrhHqG-2a3iOvJFmy5LxitmTXT5Vs2wz-xyagNgZ62aaQmMpHObqWhKrQff96WTRroalI8iHWRg0f-nhPLt2R6YSkmOs2NoMYjRDAWuvSUJKAxqZvyvHSldSCFo-OUW3PNshAbty6g/s1600/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg"><img height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzgrhHqG-2a3iOvJFmy5LxitmTXT5Vs2wz-xyagNgZ62aaQmMpHObqWhKrQff96WTRroalI8iHWRg0f-nhPLt2R6YSkmOs2NoMYjRDAWuvSUJKAxqZvyvHSldSCFo-OUW3PNshAbty6g/s320/marcfolio-headphones02.jpg" width="320"></a><p>But the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enough to escape the sound of the splash that the corpse soon made as it struck the sea; not so quick, indeed, but that some of the flying bubbles might have sprinkled her hull with their ghostly baptism.</p> <p>As Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the strange life-buoy hanging at the Pequod's stern came into conspicuous relief.</p> <p>"Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!" cried a foreboding voice in her wake. "In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye but turn us your taffrail to show us your coffin!"</p>

But The Suddenly Started Pequod

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"Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—"Look ye, Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot place behind the fin, where the White…

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What is It That in The Albino Man so Peculiarly

<a class="left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqlnCQISaqbTz87HV72x0B9hLZNkNVzqqKYRZMLfrsl92v7yk6-4pjoZ8BJ1ab2FOPuaKsDaUjSmQTP-kqW1i6jnBcYfA_8q23yJOSoF0_1Q8RS4Nx02-zd42fC8dboJfueY79OSR8aU/s1600/24+(2).jpg" ><img height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqlnCQISaqbTz87HV72x0B9hLZNkNVzqqKYRZMLfrsl92v7yk6-4pjoZ8BJ1ab2FOPuaKsDaUjSmQTP-kqW1i6jnBcYfA_8q23yJOSoF0_1Q8RS4Nx02-zd42fC8dboJfueY79OSR8aU/s320/24+(2).jpg" width="320" /></a><p>But how had the mystic thing been caught? Whisper it not, and I will tell; with a treacherous hook and line, as the fowl floated on the sea. At last the Captain made a postman of it; tying a lettered, leathern tally round its neck, with the ship's time and place; and then letting it escape. But I doubt not, that leathern tally, meant for man, was taken off in Heaven, when the white fowl flew to join the wing-folding, the invoking, and adoring cherubim!</p> <p>Most famous in our Western annals and <a href="http://mkr-site.blogspot.com">test link</a> Indian traditions is that of the White Steed of the Prairies; a magnificent milk-white charger, large-eyed, small-headed, bluff-chested, and with the dignity of a thousand monarchs in his lofty, overscorning carriage. He was the elected Xerxes of vast herds of wild horses, whose pastures in those days were only fenced by the Rocky Mountains and the Alleghanies. At their flaming head he westward trooped it like that chosen star which every evening leads on the hosts of light. The flashing cascade of his mane, the curving comet of his tail, invested him with housings more resplendent than gold and silver-beaters could have furnished him. A most imperial and archangelical apparition of that unfallen, western world, which to the eyes of the old trappers and hunters revived the glories of those primeval times when Adam walked majestic as a god, bluff-browed and fearless as this mighty steed. Whether marching amid his aides and marshals in the van of countless cohorts that endlessly streamed it over the plains, like an Ohio; or whether with his circumambient subjects browsing all around at the horizon, the White Steed gallopingly reviewed them with warm nostrils reddening through his cool milkiness; in whatever aspect he presented himself, always to the bravest Indians he was the object of trembling reverence and awe. Nor can it be questioned from what stands on legendary record of this noble horse, that it was his spiritual whiteness chiefly, which so clothed him with divineness; and that this divineness had that in it which, though commanding worship, at the same time enforced a certain nameless terror.</p><a class="right" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzKlBpZolI3a_G7Sf077CVMNkfxxrCQcitijFYW3O7RwIWERTUsFdy4FYYoKqxkj52_LvXEMzNxtHTLs5cK3DLjhHzoGS3bW4gbkphWphJdt720FX9yy29GN0V7C6MRgy9So7vzBb-SM/s1600/7.jpg" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXzKlBpZolI3a_G7Sf077CVMNkfxxrCQcitijFYW3O7RwIWERTUsFdy4FYYoKqxkj52_LvXEMzNxtHTLs5cK3DLjhHzoGS3bW4gbkphWphJdt720FX9yy29GN0V7C6MRgy9So7vzBb-SM/s1600/7.jpg" /></a><p>But there are other instances where this whiteness loses all that accessory and strange glory which invests it in the White Steed and Albatross.</p> <blockquote>What is it that in the Albino man so peculiarly repels and often shocks the eye, as that sometimes he is loathed by his own kith and kin! It is that whiteness which invests him, a thing expressed by the name he bears. The Albino is as well made as other men—has no substantive deformity—and yet this mere aspect of all-pervading whiteness makes him more strangely hideous than the ugliest abortion. Why should this be so?</blockquote> <p>Nor, in quite other aspects, does Nature <a href="http://mkr-site.blogspot.com">link again with longer anchor text</a> in her least palpable but not the less malicious agencies, fail to enlist among her forces this crowning attribute of the terrible. From its snowy aspect, the gauntleted ghost of the Southern Seas has been denominated the White Squall. Nor, in some historic instances, has the art of human malice omitted so potent an auxiliary. How wildly it heightens the effect of that passage in Froissart, when, masked in the snowy symbol of their faction, the desperate White Hoods of Ghent murder their bailiff in the market-place!</p> <p>Nor, in some things, does the common, hereditary experience of all mankind fail to bear witness to the supernaturalism of this hue. It cannot well be doubted, that the one visible quality in the aspect of the dead which most appals the gazer, is the marble pallor lingering there; as if indeed that pallor were as much like the badge of consternation in the other world, as of mortal trepidation here. And from that pallor of the dead, we borrow the expressive hue of the shroud in which we wrap them. Nor even in our superstitions do we fail to throw the same snowy mantle round our phantoms; all ghosts rising in a milk-white fog—Yea, while these terrors seize us, let us add, that even the king of terrors, when personified by the evangelist, rides on his pallid horse.</p> <p>Therefore, in his other moods, symbolize whatever grand or gracious thing he will by whiteness, no man can deny that in its profoundest idealized significance it calls up a peculiar apparition to the soul.</p>

What is It That in The Albino Man so Peculiarly

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But how had the mystic thing been caught? Whisper it not, and I will tell; with a treacherous hook and line, as the fowl floated on the sea. At last the Captain made a postman of it; tying a lettered, leathern tally round its neck, with the ship's time and place; and then letting it escape. But I do…

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Crowding All Sail The Pequod

<p>But how now? in this zoned quest, does Ahab touch no land? does his crew drink air? Surely, he will stop for water. Nay. For a long time, now, the circus-running sun has raced within his fiery ring, and needs no sustenance but what's in himself. So Ahab. Mark this, too, in the whaler. While other hulls are loaded down with alien stuff, to be transferred to foreign wharves; the world-wandering whale-ship carries no cargo but herself and crew, their weapons and their wants. She has a whole lake's contents bottled in her ample hold. She is ballasted with utilities; not altogether with unusable pig-lead and kentledge. She carries years' water in her. Clear old prime Nantucket water; which, when three years afloat, the Nantucketer, in the Pacific, prefers to drink before the brackish fluid, but yesterday rafted off in casks, from the Peruvian or Indian streams. Hence it is, that, while other ships may have gone to China from New York, and back again, touching at a score of ports, the whale-ship, in all that interval, may not have sighted one grain of soil; her crew having seen no man but floating seamen like themselves. So that did you carry them the news that another flood had come; they would only answer—"Well, boys, here's the ark!"</p> <p>Now, as many Sperm Whales had been captured off the western coast of Java, in the near vicinity of the Straits of Sunda; indeed, as most of the ground, roundabout, was generally recognised by the fishermen as an excellent spot for cruising; therefore, as the Pequod gained more and more upon Java Head, the look-outs were repeatedly hailed, and admonished to keep wide awake. But though the green palmy cliffs of the land soon loomed on the starboard bow, and with delighted nostrils the fresh cinnamon was snuffed in the air, yet not a single jet was descried. Almost renouncing all thought of falling in with any game hereabouts, the ship had well nigh entered the straits, when the customary cheering cry was heard from aloft, and ere long a spectacle of singular magnificence saluted us.</p><a class="right" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVLgd5H_tYtft8pYo__KbArOQ1paf878uMlgyWd8YYMGNKsBGMYTKMzsynBxqY9WpvKH_r6QNwJ-ClEc0cTSeghVUOeVb5oh-uBjqTtSk9gAEC3poccmwyGdi6pxab5Zm7wLoVY2Od2Y/s1600/ranfirefly01.jpg"><img height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVLgd5H_tYtft8pYo__KbArOQ1paf878uMlgyWd8YYMGNKsBGMYTKMzsynBxqY9WpvKH_r6QNwJ-ClEc0cTSeghVUOeVb5oh-uBjqTtSk9gAEC3poccmwyGdi6pxab5Zm7wLoVY2Od2Y/s400/ranfirefly01.jpg" width="400"></a><p>But here be it premised, that owing to the unwearied activity with which of late they have been hunted over all four oceans, the Sperm Whales, instead of almost invariably sailing in small detached companies, as in former times, are now frequently met with in extensive herds, sometimes embracing so great a multitude, that it would almost seem as if numerous nations of them had sworn solemn league and covenant for mutual assistance and protection. To this aggregation of the Sperm Whale into such immense caravans, may be imputed the circumstance that even in the best cruising grounds, you may now sometimes sail for weeks and months together, without being greeted by a single spout; and then be suddenly saluted by what sometimes seems thousands on thousands.</p> <p>Broad on both bows, at the distance of some two or three miles, and forming a great semicircle, embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. Unlike the straight perpendicular twin-jets of the Right Whale, which, dividing at top, fall over in two branches, like the cleft drooping boughs of a willow, the single forward-slanting spout of the Sperm Whale presents a thick curled bush of white mist, continually rising and falling away to leeward.</p> <p>Seen from the Pequod's deck, then, as she would rise on a high hill of the sea, this host of vapoury spouts, individually curling up into the air, and beheld through a blending atmosphere of bluish haze, showed like the thousand cheerful chimneys of some dense metropolis, descried of a balmy autumnal morning, by some horseman on a height.</p> <p>As marching armies approaching an unfriendly defile in the mountains, accelerate their march, all eagerness to place that perilous passage in their rear, and once more expand in comparative security upon the plain; even so did this vast fleet of whales now seem hurrying forward through the straits; gradually contracting the wings of their semicircle, and swimming on, in one solid, but still crescentic centre.</p> <p>Crowding all sail the Pequod pressed after them; the harpooneers handling their weapons, and loudly cheering from the heads of their yet suspended boats. If the wind only held, little doubt had they, that chased through these Straits of Sunda, the vast host would only deploy into the Oriental seas to witness the capture of not a few of their number. And who could tell whether, in that congregated caravan, Moby Dick himself might not temporarily be swimming, like the worshipped white-elephant in the coronation procession of the Siamese! So with stun-sail piled on stun-sail, we sailed along, driving these leviathans before us; when, of a sudden, the voice of Tashtego was heard, loudly directing attention to something in our wake.</p>

Crowding All Sail The Pequod

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But how now? in this zoned quest, does Ahab touch no land? does his crew drink air? Surely, he will stop for water. Nay. For a long time, now, the circus-running sun has raced within his fiery ring, and needs no sustenance but what's in himself. So Ahab. Mark this, too, in the whaler. While other hu…

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Lazarus Lived after His Resurrection

<a class="left" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcFODo1f38ajIX8QjKvXQMgHQBe9B_hOn8GDcj0H-BDKr-KCDA_pitbCMCACirWJ3pBZKrGR9v3xcPbmIc3k1wFBQAkWY8fKCHW-qpHbryLOsxlmwje8PXAkG8iLUw7uhBeGNzltdXtQ/s1600/32+(2).jpg" ><img height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKcFODo1f38ajIX8QjKvXQMgHQBe9B_hOn8GDcj0H-BDKr-KCDA_pitbCMCACirWJ3pBZKrGR9v3xcPbmIc3k1wFBQAkWY8fKCHW-qpHbryLOsxlmwje8PXAkG8iLUw7uhBeGNzltdXtQ/s320/32+(2).jpg" width="268" /></a><p>Here then, from three impartial witnesses, I had a deliberate statement of the entire case. Considering, therefore, that squalls and capsizings in the water and consequent bivouacks on the deep, were matters of common occurrence in this kind of life; considering that at the superlatively critical instant of going on to the whale I must resign my life into the hands of him who steered the boat—oftentimes a fellow who at that very moment is in his impetuousness upon the point of scuttling the craft with his own frantic stampings; considering that the particular disaster to our own particular boat was chiefly to be imputed to Starbuck's driving on to his whale almost in the teeth of a squall, and considering that Starbuck, notwithstanding, was famous for his great heedfulness in the fishery; considering that I belonged to this uncommonly prudent Starbuck's boat; and finally considering in what a devil's chase I was implicated, touching the White Whale: taking all things together, I say, I thought I might as well go below and make a rough draft of my will. "Queequeg," said I, "come along, you shall be my lawyer, executor, and legatee."</p><p>It may seem strange that of all men sailors should be tinkering at their last wills and testaments, but there are no people in the world more fond of that diversion. This was the fourth time in my nautical life that I had done the same thing. After the ceremony was concluded upon the present occasion, I felt all the easier; a stone was rolled away from my heart. Besides, all the days I should now live would be as good as the days that Lazarus lived after his resurrection; a supplementary clean gain of so many months or weeks as the case might be. I survived myself; my death and burial were locked up in my chest. I looked round me tranquilly and contentedly, like a quiet ghost with a clean conscience sitting inside the bars of a snug family vault.</p><a class="right" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdaLuphntQaxq90XbDgK5Zw_pY_YEuJRwPZeQgoga71XzaTXfcY25Kkxvhy0FgTnaZ23jzjRxKmyxby3vxP435yu9af3B6dFiT3EGIl3JKqZOy6KNs_yh_Tj5VuPJaEeNMwxo1kepeTE/s1600/19.jpg" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdaLuphntQaxq90XbDgK5Zw_pY_YEuJRwPZeQgoga71XzaTXfcY25Kkxvhy0FgTnaZ23jzjRxKmyxby3vxP435yu9af3B6dFiT3EGIl3JKqZOy6KNs_yh_Tj5VuPJaEeNMwxo1kepeTE/s1600/19.jpg" /></a><p>Now then, thought I, unconsciously rolling up the sleeves of my frock, here goes for a cool, collected dive at death and destruction, and the devil fetch the hindmost.</p> <p>"Who would have thought it, Flask!" cried Stubb; "if I had but one leg you would not catch me in a boat, unless maybe to stop the plug-hole with my timber toe. Oh! he's a wonderful old man!"</p> <p>"I don't think it so strange, after all, on that account," said Flask. "If his leg were off at the hip, now, it would be a different thing. That would disable him; but he has one knee, and good part of the other left, you know."</p> <blockquote>I don't know that, my little man; I never yet saw him kneel.</blockquote> <p>Among whale-wise people it has often been argued whether, considering the paramount importance of his life to the success of the voyage, it is right for a whaling captain to jeopardize that life in the active perils of the chase. So Tamerlane's soldiers often argued with tears in their eyes, whether that invaluable life of his ought to be carried into the thickest of the fight.</p> <p>But with Ahab the question assumed a modified aspect. Considering that with two legs man is but a hobbling wight in all times of danger; considering that the pursuit of whales is always under great and extraordinary difficulties; that every individual moment, indeed, then comprises a peril; under these circumstances is it wise for any maimed man to enter a whale-boat in the hunt? As a general thing, the joint-owners of the Pequod must have plainly thought not.</p>

Lazarus Lived after His Resurrection

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Here then, from three impartial witnesses, I had a deliberate statement of the entire case. Considering, therefore, that squalls and capsizings in the water and consequent bivouacks on the deep, were matters of common occurrence in this kind of life; considering that at the superlatively critical in…

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