Moby Dick

so nigh to his mark, he would be enabled to dart his iron
before they could completely overtake and pass him.
As for Derick, he seemed quite confident that this would be the case,
and occasionally with a deriding gesture shook his lamp-feeder
at the other boats.

"The ungracious and ungrateful dog!" cried Starbuck; "he mocks and dares
me with the very poor-box I filled for him not five minutes ago!"--
Then in his old intense whisper--"give way, greyhounds!  Dog to it!"

"I tell ye what it is, men"--cried Stubb to his crew--It's against my
religion to get mad; but I'd like to eat that villainous Yarman--Pull--
won't ye?  Are ye going to let that rascal beat ye?  Do ye love brandy?
A hogshead of brandy, then, to the best man.  Come, why don't some of ye
burst a blood-vessel? Who's that been dropping an anchor overboard--
we don't budge an inch--we're becalmed.  Halloo, here's grass growing
in the boat's bottom--and by the Lord, the mast there's budding.
This won't do, boys.  Look at that Yarman!  The short and long of
it is, men, will ye spit fire or not?"

"Oh! see the suds he makes!" cried Flask, dancing up and down--"What
a hump--Oh, do pile on the beef--lays like a log!  Oh! my lads,
do spring--slap-jacks and quahogs for supper, you know, my lads--
baked clams and muffins--oh, do, do, spring,--he's a hundred barreler--
don't lose him now--don't oh, don't!--see that 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 thousand dollars, men!--a bank!--a whole bank!
The bank of England!--Oh, do, do, do!--What's that Yarman about now?"

At this moment Derick was in the act of pitching his lamp-feeder
at the advancing boats, and also his oil-can; perhaps with the double
view of retarding his rivals' way, and at the same time economically
accelerating his own by the momentary impetus of the backward toss.

"The unmannerly Dutch dogger!" cried Stubb.  "Pull now, men,
like fifty thousand line-of-battle-ship loads of red-haired devils.
What d'ye say, Tashtego; are you the man to snap your spine in
two-and-twenty pieces for the honor of old Gayhead?  What d'ye say?"

"I say, pull like god-dam,"--cried the Indian.

Fiercely, but evenly incited by the taunts of the German, the Pequod's
three boats now began ranging almost abreast; and, so disposed,
momentarily neared him.  In that fine, loose, chivalrous attitude
of the headsman when drawing near to his prey, the three mates stood
up proudly, occasionally backing the after oarsman with an exhilarating
cry of, "There she slides, now!  Hurrah for the white-ash breeze!
Down with the Yarman!  Sail over him!"

But so decided an original start had Derick had, that spite
of all their gallantry, he would have proved the victor
in this race, had not a righteous judgment descended upon him
in a crab which caught the blade of his midship oarsman.
While this clumsy lubber was striving to free his white-ash,
and while, in consequence, Derick's boat was nigh to capsizing,
and he thundering away at his men in a mighty rage;--that was
a good time for Starbuck, Stubb, and Flask.  With a shout,
they took a mortal start forwards, and slantingly ranged up
on the German's quarter.  An instant more, and all four boats
were diagonically in the whale's immediate wake, while stretching
from them, on both sides, was the foaming swell that he made.

It was a terrific, most pitiable, and maddening sight.
The whale was now going head out, and sending his spout
before him in a continual tormented jet; while his one poor
fin beat his side in an agony of fright.  Now to this hand,
now to that, he yawed in his faltering flight, and still at
every billow that he broke, he spasmodically sank in the sea,
or sideways rolled towards the sky his one beating fin.
So have I seen a bird with clipped wing, making affrighted broken
circles in the air, vainly striving to escape the piratical hawks.
But the bird has a voice, and with plaintive cries will make
known her fear; but the fear of this vast dumb brute of the sea,
was chained up and enchanted in him; he had no voice,
save that choking respiration through his spiracle, and this
made the sight of him unspeakably pitiable; while still,
in his amazing bulk, portcullis jaw, and omnipotent tail,
there was enough to appal the stoutest man who so pitied.

Seeing now that but a very few moments more would give the Pequod's
boats the advantage, and rather than be thus foiled of his game,
Derick chose to hazard what to him must have seemed a most unusually
long dart, ere the last chance would for ever escape.

But no sooner did his harpooneer stand up for the stroke, than all
three tigers--Queequeg, Tashtego, Daggoo--instinctively sprang
to their feet, and standing in a diagonal row, simultaneously pointed
their barbs; and darted over the head of the German harpooneer,
their three Nantucket irons entered the whale.  Blinding vapors
of foam and white-fire! The three boats, in the first fury of the
whale's headlong rush, bumped the German's aside with such force,
that both Derick and his baffled harpooneer were spilled out,
and sailed over by the three flying keels.

"Don't be afraid, my butter-boxes," cried Stubb, casting a passing
glance upon them as he shot by; "ye'll be picked up presently--
all right--I saw some sharks astern--St. Bernard's dogs, you know--
relieve distressed travellers.  Hurrah! this is the way to sail now.
Every keel a sunbeam!  Hurrah!--Here we go like three tin
kettles at the tail of a mad cougar!  This puts me in mind