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As
he
said
this
,
Ahab
advanced
upon
him
with
such
overbearing
terrors
in
his
aspect
,
that
Stubb
involuntarily
retreated
.
"
I
was
never
served
so
before
without
giving
a
hard
blow
for
it
,
"
muttered
Stubb
,
as
he
found
himself
descending
the
cabin-scuttle
.
"
It
's
very
queer
.
Stop
,
Stubb
;
somehow
,
now
,
I
do
n't
well
know
whether
to
go
back
and
strike
him
,
or
--
what
's
that
?
--
down
here
on
my
knees
and
pray
for
him
?
Yes
,
that
was
the
thought
coming
up
in
me
;
but
it
would
be
the
first
time
I
ever
did
pray
.
It
's
queer
;
very
queer
;
and
he
's
queer
too
;
aye
,
take
him
fore
and
aft
,
he
's
about
the
queerest
old
man
Stubb
ever
sailed
with
.
How
he
flashed
at
me
!
--
his
eyes
like
powder-pans
!
is
he
mad
!
Anyway
there
's
something
's
on
his
mind
,
as
sure
as
there
must
be
something
on
a
deck
when
it
cracks
.
He
aint
in
his
bed
now
,
either
,
more
than
three
hours
out
of
the
twenty-four
;
and
he
do
n't
sleep
then
.
Did
n't
that
Dough-Boy
,
the
steward
,
tell
me
that
of
a
morning
he
always
finds
the
old
man
's
hammock
clothes
all
rumpled
and
tumbled
,
and
the
sheets
down
at
the
foot
,
and
the
coverlid
almost
tied
into
knots
,
and
the
pillow
a
sort
of
frightful
hot
,
as
though
a
baked
brick
had
been
on
it
?
A
hot
old
man
!
I
guess
he
's
got
what
some
folks
ashore
call
a
conscience
;
it
's
a
kind
of
Tic-Dolly-row
they
say
--
worse
nor
a
toothache
.
Well
,
well
;
I
do
n't
know
what
it
is
,
but
the
Lord
keep
me
from
catching
it
.
He
's
full
of
riddles
;
I
wonder
what
he
goes
into
the
after
hold
for
,
every
night
,
as
Dough-Boy
tells
me
he
suspects
;
what
's
that
for
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
Who
's
made
appointments
with
him
in
the
hold
?
Ai
n't
that
queer
,
now
?
But
there
's
no
telling
,
it
's
the
old
game
--
Here
goes
for
a
snooze
.
Damn
me
,
it
's
worth
a
fellow
's
while
to
be
born
into
the
world
,
if
only
to
fall
right
asleep
.
And
now
that
I
think
of
it
,
that
's
about
the
first
thing
babies
do
,
and
that
's
a
sort
of
queer
,
too
.
Damn
me
,
but
all
things
are
queer
,
come
to
think
of
'
em
.
But
that
's
against
my
principles
.
Think
not
,
is
my
eleventh
commandment
;
and
sleep
when
you
can
,
is
my
twelfth
--
So
here
goes
again
.
But
how
's
that
?
did
n't
he
call
me
a
dog
?
blazes
!
he
called
me
ten
times
a
donkey
,
and
piled
a
lot
of
jackasses
on
top
of
that
!
He
might
as
well
have
kicked
me
,
and
done
with
me
.
Maybe
he
did
kick
me
,
and
I
did
n't
observe
it
,
I
was
so
taken
aback
with
his
brow
,
somehow
.
It
flashed
like
a
bleached
bone
.
What
the
devil
's
the
matter
with
me
?
I
do
n't
stand
right
on
my
legs
.
Coming
afoul
of
that
old
man
has
a
sort
of
turned
me
wrong
side
out
.
By
the
Lord
,
I
must
have
been
dreaming
,
though
--
How
?
how
?
how
?
--
but
the
only
way
's
to
stash
it
;
so
here
goes
to
hammock
again
;
and
in
the
morning
,
I
'll
see
how
this
plaguey
juggling
thinks
over
by
daylight
.
"
When
Stubb
had
departed
,
Ahab
stood
for
a
while
leaning
over
the
bulwarks
;
and
then
,
as
had
been
usual
with
him
of
late
,
calling
a
sailor
of
the
watch
,
he
sent
him
below
for
his
ivory
stool
,
and
also
his
pipe
.
Lighting
the
pipe
at
the
binnacle
lamp
and
planting
the
stool
on
the
weather
side
of
the
deck
,
he
sat
and
smoked
.
In
old
Norse
times
,
the
thrones
of
the
sea-loving
Danish
kings
were
fabricated
,
saith
tradition
,
of
the
tusks
of
the
narwhale
.
How
could
one
look
at
Ahab
then
,
seated
on
that
tripod
of
bones
,
without
bethinking
him
of
the
royalty
it
symbolized
?
For
a
Khan
of
the
plank
,
and
a
king
of
the
sea
and
a
great
lord
of
Leviathans
was
Ahab
.
Some
moments
passed
,
during
which
the
thick
vapor
came
from
his
mouth
in
quick
and
constant
puffs
,
which
blew
back
again
into
his
face
.
"
How
now
,
"
he
soliloquized
at
last
,
withdrawing
the
tube
,
"
this
smoking
no
longer
soothes
.
Oh
,
my
pipe
!
hard
must
it
go
with
me
if
thy
charm
be
gone
!
Here
have
I
been
unconsciously
toiling
,
not
pleasuring
--
aye
,
and
ignorantly
smoking
to
windward
all
the
while
;
to
windward
,
and
with
such
nervous
whiffs
,
as
if
,
like
the
dying
whale
,
my
final
jets
were
the
strongest
and
fullest
of
trouble
.
What
business
have
I
with
this
pipe
?
This
thing
that
is
meant
for
sereneness
,
to
send
up
mild
white
vapors
among
mild
white
hairs
,
not
among
torn
iron-grey
locks
like
mine
.
I
'll
smoke
no
more
-
"
He
tossed
the
still
lighted
pipe
into
the
sea
.
The
fire
hissed
in
the
waves
;
the
same
instant
the
ship
shot
by
the
bubble
the
sinking
pipe
made
.
With
slouched
hat
,
Ahab
lurchingly
paced
the
planks
.
Next
morning
Stubb
accosted
Flask
.
"
Such
a
queer
dream
,
King-Post
,
I
never
had
.
You
know
the
old
man
's
ivory
leg
,
well
I
dreamed
he
kicked
me
with
it
;
and
when
I
tried
to
kick
back
,
upon
my
soul
,
my
little
man
,
I
kicked
my
leg
right
off
!
And
then
,
presto
!
Ahab
seemed
a
pyramid
,
and
I
like
a
blazing
fool
,
kept
kicking
at
it
.
But
what
was
still
more
curious
,
Flask
--
you
know
how
curious
all
dreams
are
--
through
all
this
rage
that
I
was
in
,
I
somehow
seemed
to
be
thinking
to
myself
,
that
after
all
,
it
was
not
much
of
an
insult
,
that
kick
from
Ahab
.
'
Why
,
'
thinks
I
,
'
what
's
the
row
?
It
's
not
a
real
leg
,
only
a
false
one
.
'
And
there
's
a
mighty
difference
between
a
living
thump
and
a
dead
thump
.
That
's
what
makes
a
blow
from
the
hand
,
Flask
,
fifty
times
more
savage
to
bear
than
a
blow
from
a
cane
.
The
living
member
--
that
makes
the
living
insult
,
my
little
man
.
And
thinks
I
to
myself
all
the
while
,
mind
,
while
I
was
stubbing
my
silly
toes
against
that
cursed
pyramid
--
so
confoundedly
contradictory
was
it
all
,
all
the
while
,
I
say
,
I
was
thinking
to
myself
,
'
what
's
his
leg
now
,
but
a
cane
-
.
a
whale-bone
cane
.
Yes
,
'
thinks
I
,
'
it
was
only
a
playful
cudgelling
--
in
fact
,
only
a
whaleboning
that
he
gave
me
--
not
a
base
kick
.
Besides
,
'
thinks
I
,
'
look
at
it
once
;
why
,
the
end
of
it
--
the
foot
part
--
what
a
small
sort
of
end
it
is
;
whereas
,
if
a
broad
footed
farmer
kicked
me
,
there
's
a
devilish
broad
insult
.
But
this
insult
is
whittled
down
to
a
point
only
.
'
But
now
comes
the
greatest
joke
of
the
dream
,
Flask
.
While
I
was
battering
away
at
the
pyramid
,
a
sort
of
badger-haired
old
merman
,
with
a
hump
on
his
back
,
takes
me
by
the
shoulders
,
and
slews
me
round
.
'
What
are
you
'
bout
?
'
says
he
.
Slid
!
man
,
but
I
was
frightened
.
Such
a
phiz
!
But
,
somehow
,
next
moment
I
was
over
the
fright
.
'
What
am
I
about
?
'
says
I
at
last
.
'
And
what
business
is
that
of
yours
,
I
should
like
to
know
,
Mr.
Humpback
?
Do
you
want
a
kick
?
'
By
the
lord
,
Flask
,
I
had
no
sooner
said
that
,
than
he
turned
round
his
stern
to
me
,
bent
over
,
and
dragging
up
a
lot
of
seaweed
he
had
for
a
clout
--
what
do
you
think
,
I
saw
?
--
why
thunder
alive
,
man
,
his
stern
was
stuck
full
of
marlinspikes
,
with
the
points
out
.
Says
I
on
second
thought
,
'
I
guess
I
wo
n't
kick
you
,
old
fellow
.
'
'
Wise
Stubb
,
'
said
he
,
'
wise
Stubb
;
'
and
kept
muttering
it
all
the
time
,
a
sort
of
eating
of
his
gums
like
a
chimney
hag
.
Seeing
he
was
n't
going
to
stop
saying
over
his
'
wise
Stubb
,
wise
Stubb
,
'
I
thought
I
might
as
well
fall
to
kicking
the
pyramid
again
.
But
I
had
only
just
lifted
my
foot
for
it
,
when
he
roared
out
,
'
Stop
that
kicking
!
'
'
Halloa
,
'
says
I
,
'
what
's
the
matter
now
,
old
fellow
?
'
'
Look
ye
here
,
'
says
he
;
'
let
's
argue
the
insult
.
Captain
Ahab
kicked
ye
,
did
n't
he
?
'
'
Yes
,
he
did
,
'
says
I
--
'
right
here
it
was
.
'
'
Very
good
,
'
says
he
--
'
he
used
his
ivory
leg
,
did
n't
he
?
'
'
Yes
,
he
did
,
'
says
I.
'
Well
then
,
'
says
he
,
'
wise
Stubb
,
what
have
you
to
complain
of
?
Did
n't
he
kick
with
right
good
will
?
it
was
n't
a
common
pitch
pine
leg
he
kicked
with
,
was
it
?
No
,
you
were
kicked
by
a
great
man
,
and
with
a
beautiful
ivory
leg
,
Stubb
.
It
's
an
honor
;
I
consider
it
an
honor
.
Listen
,
wise
Stubb
.
In
old
England
the
greatest
lords
think
it
great
glory
to
be
slapped
by
a
queen
,
and
made
garter-knights
of
;
but
,
be
your
boast
,
Stubb
,
that
ye
were
kicked
by
old
Ahab
,
and
made
a
wise
man
of
.
Remember
what
I
say
;
be
kicked
by
him
;
account
his
kicks
honors
;
and
on
no
account
kick
back
;
for
you
ca
n't
help
yourself
,
wise
Stubb
.
Do
n't
you
see
that
pyramid
?
'
With
that
,
he
all
of
a
sudden
seemed
somehow
,
in
some
queer
fashion
,
to
swim
off
into
the
air
.
I
snored
;
rolled
over
;
and
there
I
was
in
my
hammock
!
Now
,
what
do
you
think
of
that
dream
,
Flask
?
"
