Moby Dick: or, the White Whale eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 623 pages of information about Moby Dick.

It was a humorously perilous business for both of us.  For, before we proceed further, it must be said that the monkey-rope was fast at both ends; fast to Queequeg’s broad canvas belt, and fast to my narrow leather one.  So that for better or for worse, we two, for the time, were wedded; and should poor Queequeg sink to rise no more, then both usage and honor demanded, that instead of cutting the cord, it should drag me down in his wake.  So, then, an elongated Siamese ligature united us.  Queequeg was my own inseparable twin brother; nor could I any way get rid of the dangerous liabilities which the hempen bond entailed.

So strongly and metaphysically did I conceive of my situation then, that while earnestly watching his motions, I seemed distinctly to perceive that my own individuality was now merged in a joint stock company of two; that my free will had received a mortal wound; and that another’s mistake or misfortune might plunge innocent me into unmerited disaster and death.  Therefore, I saw that here was a sort of interregnum in Providence; for its even-handed equity never could have so gross an injustice.  And yet still further pondering—­while I jerked him now and then from between the whale and ship, which would threaten to jam him—­still further pondering, I say, I saw that this situation of mine was the precise situation of every mortal that breathes; only, in most cases, he, one way or other, has this Siamese connexion with a plurality of other mortals.  If your banker breaks, you snap; if your apothecary by mistake sends you poison in your pills, you die.  True, you may say that, by exceeding caution, you may possibly escape these and the multitudinous other evil chances of life.  But handle Queequeg’s monkey-rope heedfully as I would, sometimes he jerked it so, that I came very near sliding overboard.  Nor could I possibly forget that, do what I would, I only had the management of one end of it.*

The monkey-rope is found in all whalers; but it was only in the Pequod that the monkey and his holder were ever tied together.  This improvement upon the original usage was introduced by no less a man than Stubb, in order to afford to the imperilled harpooneer the strongest possible guarantee for the faithfulness and vigilance of his monkey-rope holder.

I have hinted that I would often jerk poor Queequeg from between the whale and the ship—­where he would occasionally fall, from the incessant rolling and swaying of both.  But this was not the only jamming jeopardy he was exposed to.  Unappalled by the massacre made upon them during the night, the sharks now freshly and more keenly allured by the before pent blood which began to flow from the carcass—­the rabid creatures swarmed round it like bees in a beehive.

And right in among those sharks was Queequeg; who often pushed them aside with his floundering feet.  A thing altogether incredible were it not that attracted by such prey as a dead whale, the otherwise miscellaneously carnivorous shark will seldom touch a man.

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