Moby Dick: or, the White Whale eBook

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The wind increased to a howl; the waves dashed their bucklers together; the whole squall roared, forked, and crackled around us like a white fire upon the prairie, in which unconsumed, we were burning; immortal in these jaws of death!  In vain we hailed the other boats; as well roar to the live coals down the chimney of a flaming furnace as hail those boats in that storm.  Meanwhile the driving scud, rack, and mist, grew darker with the shadows of night; no sign of the ship could be seen.  The rising sea forbade all attempts to bale out the boat.  The oars were useless as propellers, performing now the office of life-preservers.  So, cutting the lashing of the waterproof match keg, after many failures Starbuck contrived to ignite the lamp in the lantern; then stretching it on a waif pole, handed it to Queequeg as the standard-bearer of this forlorn hope.  There, then, he sat, holding up that imbecile candle in the heart of that almighty forlornness.  There, then, he sat, the sign and symbol of a man without faith, hopelessly holding up hope in the midst of despair.

Wet, drenched through, and shivering cold, despairing of ship or boat, we lifted up our eyes as the dawn came on.  The mist still spread over the sea, the empty lantern lay crushed in the bottom of the boat.  Suddenly Queequeg started to his feet, hollowing his hand to his ear.  We all heard a faint creaking, as of ropes and yards hitherto muffled by the storm.  The sound came nearer and nearer; the thick mists were dimly parted by a huge, vague form.  Affrighted, we all sprang into the sea as the ship at last loomed into view, bearing right down upon us within a distance of not much more than its length.

Floating on the waves we saw the abandoned boat, as for one instant it tossed and gaped beneath the ship’s bows like a chip at the base of a cataract; and then the vast hull rolled over it, and it was seen no more till it came up weltering astern.  Again we swam for it, were dashed against it by the seas, and were at last taken up and safely landed on board.  Ere the squall came close to, the other boats had cut loose from their fish and returned to the ship in good time.  The ship had given us up, but was still cruising, if haply it might light upon some token of our perishing,—­ an oar or a lance pole.

CHAPTER 49

The Hyena

There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody’s expense but his own.  However, nothing dispirits, and nothing seems worth while disputing.  He bolts down all events, all creeds, and beliefs, and persuasions, all hard things visible and invisible, never mind how knobby; as an ostrich of potent digestion gobbles down bullets and gun flints.  And as for small

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