Moby Dick: or, the White Whale eBook

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“I will not go,” said the stranger, “till you say aye to me.  Do to me as you would have me do to you in the like case.  For you too have a boy, Captain Ahab—­though but a child, and nestling safely at home now—­a child of your old age too—­ Yes, yes, you relent; I see it—­run, run, men, now, and stand by to square in the yards.”

“Avast,” cried Ahab—­“touch not a rope-yarn”; then in a voice that prolongingly moulded every word—­“Captain Gardiner, I will not do it.  Even now I lose time, Good-bye, good-bye.  God bless ye, man, and may I forgive myself, but I must go.  Mr. Starbuck, look at the binnacle watch, and in three minutes from this present instant warn off all strangers; then brace forward again, and let the ship sail as before.”

Hurriedly turning, with averted face, he descended into his cabin, leaving the strange captain transfixed at this unconditional and utter rejection of his so earnest suit.  But starting from his enchantment, Gardiner silently hurried to the side; more fell than stepped into his boat, and returned to his ship.

Soon the two ships diverged their wakes; and long as the strange vessel was in view, she was seen to yaw hither and thither at every dark spot, however small, on the sea.  This way and that her yards were swung around; starboard and larboard, she continued to tack; now she beat against a head sea; and again it pushed her before it; while all the while, her masts and yards were thickly clustered with men, as three tall cherry trees, when the boys are cherrying among the boughs.

But by her still halting course and winding, woeful way, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray, still remained without comfort.  She was Rachel, weeping for her children, because they were not.

CHAPTER 129

The Cabin

(Ahab moving to go on deck; Pip catches him by the hand to follow.)

Lad, lad, I tell thee thou must not follow Ahab now.  The hour is coming when Ahab would not scare thee from him, yet would not have thee by him.  There is that in thee, poor lad, which I feel too curing to my malady.  Like cures like; and for this hunt, my malady becomes my most desired health.  Do thou abide below here, where they shall serve thee, as if thou wert the captain.  Aye, lad, thou shalt sit here in my own screwed chair; another screw to it, thou must be.”

“No, no, no! ye have not a whole body, sir; do ye but use poor me for your one lost leg; only tread upon me, sir; I ask no more, so I remain a part of ye.”

“Oh! spite of million villains, this makes me a bigot in the fadeless fidelity of man!—­and a black! and crazy!—­but methinks like-cures-like applies to him too; he grows so sane again.”

“They tell me, sir, that Stubb did once desert poor little Pip, whose drowned bones now show white, for all the blackness of his living skin.  But I will never desert ye, sir, as Stubb did him.  Sir, I must go with ye.”

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