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"

No

need

of

profane

words

,

however

great

the

hurry

,

Peleg

,

"

said

Bildad

,

"

but

away

with

thee

,

friend

Starbuck

,

and

do

our

bidding

.

"

How

now

!

Here

upon

the

very

point

of

starting

for

the

voyage

,

Captain

Peleg

and

Captain

Bildad

were

going

it

with

a

high

hand

on

the

quarter-deck

,

just

as

if

they

were

to

be

joint-commanders

at

sea

,

as

well

as

to

all

appearances

in

port

.

And

,

as

for

Captain

Ahab

,

no

sign

of

him

was

yet

to

be

seen

;

only

,

they

said

he

was

in

the

cabin

.

But

then

,

the

idea

was

,

that

his

presence

was

by

no

means

necessary

in

getting

the

ship

under

weigh

,

and

steering

her

well

out

to

sea

.

Indeed

,

as

that

was

not

at

all

his

proper

business

,

but

the

pilot

's

;

and

as

he

was

not

yet

completely

recovered

--

so

they

said

--

therefore

,

Captain

Ahab

stayed

below

.

And

all

this

seemed

natural

enough

;

especially

as

in

the

merchant

service

many

captains

never

show

themselves

on

deck

for

a

considerable

time

after

heaving

up

the

anchor

,

but

remain

over

the

cabin

table

,

having

a

farewell

merry-making

with

their

shore

friends

,

before

they

quit

the

ship

for

good

with

the

pilot

.

But

there

was

not

much

chance

to

think

over

the

matter

,

for

Captain

Peleg

was

now

all

alive

.

He

seemed

to

do

most

of

the

talking

and

commanding

,

and

not

Bildad

.

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"

Aft

here

,

ye

sons

of

bachelors

,

"

he

cried

,

as

the

sailors

lingered

at

the

main-mast

.

"

Mr.

Starbuck

,

drive

aft

.

"

"

Strike

the

tent

there

!

"

--

was

the

next

order

.

As

I

hinted

before

,

this

whalebone

marquee

was

never

pitched

except

in

port

;

and

on

board

the

Pequod

,

for

thirty

years

,

the

order

to

strike

the

tent

was

well

known

to

be

the

next

thing

to

heaving

up

the

anchor

.

"

Man

the

capstan

!

Blood

and

thunder

!

--

jump

!

"

--

was

the

next

command

,

and

the

crew

sprang

for

the

handspikes

.

Now

in

getting

under

weigh

,

the

station

generally

occupied

by

the

pilot

is

the

forward

part

of

the

ship

.

And

here

Bildad

,

who

,

with

Peleg

,

be

it

known

,

in

addition

to

his

other

officers

,

was

one

of

the

licensed

pilots

of

the

port

--

he

being

suspected

to

have

got

himself

made

a

pilot

in

order

to

save

the

Nantucket

pilot-fee

to

all

the

ships

he

was

concerned

in

,

for

he

never

piloted

any

other

craft

--

Bildad

,

I

say

,

might

now

be

seen

actively

engaged

in

looking

over

the

bows

for

the

approaching

anchor

,

and

at

intervals

singing

what

seemed

a

dismal

stave

of

psalmody

,

to

cheer

the

hands

at

the

windlass

,

who

roared

forth

some

sort

of

chorus

about

the

girls

in

Booble

Alley

,

with

hearty

good

will

.

Nevertheless

,

not

three

days

previous

,

Bildad

had

told

them

that

no

profane

songs

would

be

allowed

on

board

the

Pequod

,

particularly

in

getting

under

weigh

;

and

Charity

,

his

sister

,

had

placed

a

small

choice

copy

of

Watts

in

each

seaman

's

berth

.

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Meantime

,

overseeing

the

other

part

of

the

ship

,

Captain

Peleg

ripped

and

swore

astern

in

the

most

frightful

manner

.

I

almost

thought

he

would

sink

the

ship

before

the

anchor

could

be

got

up

;

involuntarily

I

paused

on

my

handspike

,

and

told

Queequeg

to

do

the

same

,

thinking

of

the

perils

we

both

ran

,

in

starting

on

the

voyage

with

such

a

devil

for

a

pilot

.

I

was

comforting

myself

,

however

,

with

the

thought

that

in

pious

Bildad

might

be

found

some

salvation

,

spite

of

his

seven

hundred

and

seventy-seventh

lay

;

when

I

felt

a

sudden

sharp

poke

in

my

rear

,

and

turning

round

,

was

horrified

at

the

apparition

of

Captain

Peleg

in

the

art

of

withdrawing

his

leg

from

my

immediate

vicinity

.

That

was

my

first

kick

.

"

Is

that

the

way

they

heave

in

the

marchant

service

?

"

he

roared

.

"

Spring

,

thou

sheep-head

;

spring

,

and

break

thy

backbone

!

Why

do

n't

ye

spring

,

I

say

,

all

of

ye

--

spring

!

Quohog

!

spring

,

thou

chap

with

the

red

whiskers

;

spring

there

,

Scotch-cap

;

spring

,

thou

green

pants

.

Spring

,

I

say

,

all

of

ye

,

and

spring

your

eyes

out

!

"

And

so

saying

,

he

moved

along

the

windlass

,

here

and

there

using

his

leg

very

freely

,

while

imperturbable

Bildad

kept

leading

off

with

his

psalmody

.

Thinks

I

,

Captain

Peleg

must

have

been

drinking

something

to-day

.

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