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Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.

But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.

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With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face—at least to my taste—his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. And besides all this, there was a certain lofty bearing about the Pagan, which even his uncouthness could not altogether maim. He looked like a man who had never cringed and never had had a creditor. Whether it was, too, that his head being shaved, his forehead was drawn out in freer and brighter relief, and looked more expansive than it otherwise would, this I will not venture to decide; but certain it was his head was phrenologically an excellent one. It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General Washington's head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top. Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.


Whilst I was thus closely scanning him, half-pretending meanwhile to be looking out at the storm from the casement, he never heeded my presence, never troubled himself with so much as a single glance; but appeared wholly occupied with counting the pages of the marvellous book. Considering how sociably we had been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them. At first they are overawing; their calm self-collectedness of simplicity seems a Socratic wisdom. I had noticed also that Queequeg never consorted at all, or but very little, with the other seamen in the inn. He made no advances whatever; appeared to have no desire to enlarge the circle of his acquaintances. All this struck me as mighty singular; yet, upon second thoughts, there was something almost sublime in it. Here was a man some twenty thousand miles from home, by the way of Cape Horn, that is—which was the only way he could get there—thrown among people as strange to him as though he were in the planet Jupiter; and yet he seemed entirely at his ease; preserving the utmost serenity; content with his own companionship; always equal to himself. Surely this was a touch of fine philosophy; though no doubt he had never heard there was such a thing as that. But, perhaps, to be true philosophers, we mortals should not be conscious of so living or so striving. So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have "broken his digester."

As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself mysteriously drawn towards him. And those same things that would have repelled most others, they were the very magnets that thus drew me. I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy. I drew my bench near him, and made some friendly signs and hints, doing my best to talk with him meanwhile. At first he little noticed these advances; but presently, upon my referring to his last night's hospitalities, he made out to ask me whether we were again to be bedfellows. I told him yes; whereat I thought he looked pleased, perhaps a little complimented.

'That WAS
a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change,
but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and now for the
garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas!
the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the
glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor
child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's
too bad, that it is!'

As she said these words her
foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in
salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea,
'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice
had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general
conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number
of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with
wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway
station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears
which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

'I
wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to
find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being
drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However,
everything is queer to-day.'

Just then she heard
something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam
nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus
or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she
soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like
herself.

'Would it be of any use, now,' thought
Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here,
that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm
in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool?
I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must
be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing
before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A
mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her
rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little
eyes, but it said nothing.

'Perhaps it doesn't
understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come
over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history,
Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she
began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her
French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and
seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried
Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I
quite forgot you didn't like cats.'

'Not like
cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like
cats if you were me?'
'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a
soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you
our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see
her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as
she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the
fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft
thing to nurse—and she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg
your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all
over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk
about her any more if you'd rather not.'

'We
indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail.
'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats:
nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!' />
'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change
the subject of conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse
did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog
near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier,
you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when
you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of
things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know,
and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills
all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid
I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard
as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it
went.

'That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!'

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.

'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'

'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like cats if you were me?'
'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'

'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!'

'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.

"This, shipmates, this
is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights
it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who
seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale!
Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good
name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts
not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false
were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while
preaching to others is himself a castaway!"

He
dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to
them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly
enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there
is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of
the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low?
Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the
proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own
inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when
the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight
is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and
destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators
and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no
law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven.
Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the
boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And
eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down,
can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy
rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than
to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to
Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his
God?"

He said no more, but slowly
waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained
kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the
place.

Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the
Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel
before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the
fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close
up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face,
and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming
to himself in his heathenish way.

But being now
interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table,
took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the
pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I
fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving
utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then
begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each
time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by
such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment
at the multitude of pages was excited.

"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it. Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"

He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges. Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages. And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"

He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.

Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.

But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment. He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.

But to my astonishment
I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was
transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a
clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at
that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism.
"I should
think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would
rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent
death."

"Death!" he cried. "Death is it that
appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must
suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated
possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new
principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten
thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world
calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I
have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is
now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central
fires."

I am frank to admit that for myself I was
much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any
problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was
at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and
terrible actuality.

"What can we do?" I asked,
hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice. />"We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks
are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope
that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to
carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us
to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher
internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be
about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we
shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely
waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death."
/>I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we
were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the
rock of the earth's crust.

class="tr_bq">"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be
over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would
be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?" />"No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had
no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned,
however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."

But to my astonishment I discovered that with death staring him in the face Abner Perry was transformed into a new being. From his lips there flowed—not prayer—but a clear and limpid stream of undiluted profanity, and it was all directed at that quietly stubborn piece of unyielding mechanism.
"I should think, Perry," I chided, "that a man of your professed religiousness would rather be at his prayers than cursing in the presence of imminent death."

"Death!" he cried. "Death is it that appalls you? That is nothing by comparison with the loss the world must suffer. Why, David within this iron cylinder we have demonstrated possibilities that science has scarce dreamed. We have harnessed a new principle, and with it animated a piece of steel with the power of ten thousand men. That two lives will be snuffed out is nothing to the world calamity that entombs in the bowels of the earth the discoveries that I have made and proved in the successful construction of the thing that is now carrying us farther and farther toward the eternal central fires."

I am frank to admit that for myself I was much more concerned with our own immediate future than with any problematic loss which the world might be about to suffer. The world was at least ignorant of its bereavement, while to me it was a real and terrible actuality.

"What can we do?" I asked, hiding my perturbation beneath the mask of a low and level voice.
"We may stop here, and die of asphyxiation when our atmosphere tanks are empty," replied Perry, "or we may continue on with the slight hope that we may later sufficiently deflect the prospector from the vertical to carry us along the arc of a great circle which must eventually return us to the surface. If we succeed in so doing before we reach the higher internal temperature we may even yet survive. There would seem to me to be about one chance in several million that we shall succeed—otherwise we shall die more quickly but no more surely than as though we sat supinely waiting for the torture of a slow and horrible death."

I glanced at the thermometer. It registered 110 degrees. While we were talking the mighty iron mole had bored its way over a mile into the rock of the earth's crust.

"Let us continue on, then," I replied. "It should soon be over at this rate. You never intimated that the speed of this thing would be so high, Perry. Didn't you know it?"

"No," he answered. "I could not figure the speed exactly, for I had no instrument for measuring the mighty power of my generator. I reasoned, however, that we should make about five hundred yards an hour."

"Did I not tell you
that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest,
everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished
or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to
get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us
a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights.
And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And
my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men
and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had
written.

"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful
things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them,
and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments— />"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.
/>"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had
better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands
often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go
swimming."

"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo
retorted.

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"I know, I know, I am
a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there
are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of
soap.

"You do not know what soap is, and I shall
not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know
what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came
from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very
small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the
spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very
small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"
/>

Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.

/>"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If
you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know.
How do you know anything you can't see?"
"A good question, a
very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we
called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and
looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were,
and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best
ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A
mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells,
and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a
microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called
moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many
thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our
eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten
pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces
into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of
those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a
piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous.
Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged
them to be silent.

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The incubators are
built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of
their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe
would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was
later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator. />The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast
formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an
enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees
south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile
tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district,
near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals. />
As the incubator had been placed far north of their own
territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before
us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew
nothing.

After our return to the dead city I passed
several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all
the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned
until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the
subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them
to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years,
and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that
period.

"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death. And very few did that. They preferred to get food for us, and make clothes for us, and prepare and administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.

"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—
"He surveyed his mangy goat-skin with disgust.

"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."

"Neither do you Granzer," Hoo-Hoo retorted.

"I know, I know, I am a filthy old man, but times have changed. Nobody washes these days, there are no conveniences. It is sixty years since I have seen a piece of soap.

"You do not know what soap is, and I shall not tell you, for I am telling the story of the Scarlet Death. You know what sickness is. We called it a disease. Very many of the diseases came from what we called germs. Remember that word—germs. A germ is a very small thing. It is like a woodtick, such as you find on the dogs in the spring of the year when they run in the forest. Only the germ is very small. It is so small that you cannot see it—"

Hoo-Hoo began to laugh.

"You're a queer un, Granser, talking about things you can't see. If you can't see 'em, how do you know they are? That's what I want to know. How do you know anything you can't see?"
"A good question, a very good question, Hoo-Hoo. But we did see—some of them. We had what we called microscopes and ultramicroscopes, and we put them to our eyes and looked through them, so that we saw things larger than they really were, and many things we could not see without the microscopes at all. Our best ultramicroscopes could make a germ look forty thousand times larger. A mussel-shell is a thousand fingers like Edwin's. Take forty mussel-shells, and by as many times larger was the germ when we looked at it through a microscope. And after that, we had other ways, by using what we called moving pictures, of making the forty-thousand-times germ many, many thousand times larger still. And thus we saw all these things which our eyes of themselves could not see. Take a grain of sand. Break it into ten pieces. Take one piece and break it into ten. Break one of those pieces into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and one of those into ten, and do it all day, and maybe, by sunset, you will have a piece as small as one of the germs." The boys were openly incredulous. Hare-Lip sniffed and sneered and Hoo-Hoo snickered, until Edwin nudged them to be silent.

The incubators are built in remote fastnesses, where there is little or no likelihood of their being discovered by other tribes. The result of such a catastrophe would mean no children in the community for another five years. I was later to witness the results of the discovery of an alien incubator.
The community of which the green Martians with whom my lot was cast formed a part was composed of some thirty thousand souls. They roamed an enormous tract of arid and semi-arid land between forty and eighty degrees south latitude, and bounded on the east and west by two large fertile tracts. Their headquarters lay in the southwest corner of this district, near the crossing of two of the so-called Martian canals.

As the incubator had been placed far north of their own territory in a supposedly uninhabited and unfrequented area, we had before us a tremendous journey, concerning which I, of course, knew nothing.

After our return to the dead city I passed several days in comparative idleness. On the day following our return all the warriors had ridden forth early in the morning and had not returned until just before darkness fell. As I later learned, they had been to the subterranean vaults in which the eggs were kept and had transported them to the incubator, which they had then walled up for another five years, and which, in all probability, would not be visited again during that period.

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When, an hour
later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river,
nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.

Of
the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star
fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the
chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On
Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its
way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the
Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They
had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did
not come into my brother's view until the morrow.
/>That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of
provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be
regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and
ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like
my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls
even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from
the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay.
He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at
Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being
prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties. />
He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had
replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and
was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of
the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing
that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that
within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving
people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from
the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day,
and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a
matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the
seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone
was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw
it.

"Look here, Hare-Lip, you
believe in lots of things you can't
see."

"What is it?" asked the little old
woman, and looked, and began to laugh.

• 'I
  mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended
  tone
• And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of
  YOUR adventures
• ' 'I could tell you my
  adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but
  it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person
  then
• ' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock
  Turtle
• 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the
  Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful
  time

Perfect Dessert

When, an hour later, a Martian appeared beyond the Clock Tower and waded down the river, nothing but wreckage floated above Limehouse.

Of the falling of the fifth cylinder I have presently to tell. The sixth star fell at Wimbledon. My brother, keeping watch beside the women in the chaise in a meadow, saw the green flash of it far beyond the hills. On Tuesday the little party, still set upon getting across the sea, made its way through the swarming country towards Colchester. The news that the Martians were now in possession of the whole of London was confirmed. They had been seen at Highgate, and even, it was said, at Neasden. But they did not come into my brother's view until the morrow.

That day the scattered multitudes began to realise the urgent need of provisions. As they grew hungry the rights of property ceased to be regarded. Farmers were out to defend their cattle-sheds, granaries, and ripening root crops with arms in their hands. A number of people now, like my brother, had their faces eastward, and there were some desperate souls even going back towards London to get food. These were chiefly people from the northern suburbs, whose knowledge of the Black Smoke came by hearsay. He heard that about half the members of the government had gathered at Birmingham, and that enormous quantities of high explosives were being prepared to be used in automatic mines across the Midland counties.

He was also told that the Midland Railway Company had replaced the desertions of the first day's panic, had resumed traffic, and was running northward trains from St. Albans to relieve the congestion of the home counties. There was also a placard in Chipping Ongar announcing that large stores of flour were available in the northern towns and that within twenty-four hours bread would be distributed among the starving people in the neighbourhood. But this intelligence did not deter him from the plan of escape he had formed, and the three pressed eastward all day, and heard no more of the bread distribution than this promise. Nor, as a matter of fact, did anyone else hear more of it. That night fell the seventh star, falling upon Primrose Hill. It fell while Miss Elphinstone was watching, for she took that duty alternately with my brother. She saw it.

"Look here, Hare-Lip, you believe in lots of things you can't see."

"What is it?" asked the little old woman, and looked, and began to laugh.

• 'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone
• And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of YOUR adventures
• ' 'I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then
• ' 'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle
• 'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time

He opened the big box, and Dorothy
saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of
them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair
that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two
golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head,
where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a
chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on,
Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not
wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said
nothing.

Then the green man fitted spectacles for
the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto;
and all were locked fast with the key.

Then the
Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to
show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall,
he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into
the streets of the Emerald City.

Even with eyes
protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first
dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined
with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere
with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green
marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds,
set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes
were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the
rays of the sun were green.

There were many
people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all
dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy
and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children
all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no
one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that
everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered
for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all
sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the
children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green
pennies.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals
of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which
they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and
prosperous.

The Guardian of the Gates led them
through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the
middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There
was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a
long green beard.

"Here are strangers," said the
Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great
Oz."

He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes. There were two golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.

Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key.

Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.

Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.

There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.

There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.

The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.

"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus
at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the
Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes
fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr.
Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into
the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to
himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to
see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the
State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the
night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered
Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the
evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more
proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake
Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from
New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once
from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne,
and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that
that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio,
Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with
antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no
houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven
in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right
bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line. />
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The China, for
Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour
before!

The China, in leaving,
seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope. None of the other
steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French
Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed
and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go
directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip
from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no
avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not
cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.

Mr.
Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily
movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.
/>Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by
three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his
master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he
recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums
expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the
immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would
completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter
self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving
the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow.
Come."

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey
City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on
Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas
Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose
agitation did not permit them to rest.

The next day
was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a
quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days,
thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the
China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached
Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.

The Pacific Railroad proper finds its terminus at this important Nebraska town. Omaha is connected with Chicago by the Chicago and Rock Island Railroad, which runs directly east, and passes fifty stations.

A train was ready to start when Mr. Fogg and his party reached the station, and they only had time to get into the cars. They had seen nothing of Omaha; but Passepartout confessed to himself that this was not to be regretted, as they were not travelling to see the sights.

The train passed rapidly across the State of Iowa, by Council Bluffs, Des Moines, and Iowa City. During the night it crossed the Mississippi at Davenport, and by Rock Island entered Illinois. The next day, which was the 10th, at four o'clock in the evening, it reached Chicago, already risen from its ruins, and more proudly seated than ever on the borders of its beautiful Lake Michigan.

Nine hundred miles separated Chicago from New York; but trains are not wanting at Chicago. Mr. Fogg passed at once from one to the other, and the locomotive of the Pittsburgh, Fort Wayne, and Chicago Railway left at full speed, as if it fully comprehended that that gentleman had no time to lose. It traversed Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey like a flash, rushing through towns with antique names, some of which had streets and car-tracks, but as yet no houses. At last the Hudson came into view; and, at a quarter-past eleven in the evening of the 11th, the train stopped in the station on the right bank of the river, before the very pier of the Cunard line.

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The China, for Liverpool, had started three-quarters of an hour before!

The China, in leaving, seemed to have carried off Phileas Fogg's last hope. None of the other steamers were able to serve his projects. The Pereire, of the French Transatlantic Company, whose admirable steamers are equal to any in speed and comfort, did not leave until the 14th; the Hamburg boats did not go directly to Liverpool or London, but to Havre; and the additional trip from Havre to Southampton would render Phileas Fogg's last efforts of no avail. The Inman steamer did not depart till the next day, and could not cross the Atlantic in time to save the wager.

Mr. Fogg learned all this in consulting his Bradshaw, which gave him the daily movements of the trans-Atlantic steamers.

Passepartout was crushed; it overwhelmed him to lose the boat by three-quarters of an hour. It was his fault, for, instead of helping his master, he had not ceased putting obstacles in his path! And when he recalled all the incidents of the tour, when he counted up the sums expended in pure loss and on his own account, when he thought that the immense stake, added to the heavy charges of this useless journey, would completely ruin Mr. Fogg, he overwhelmed himself with bitter self-accusations. Mr. Fogg, however, did not reproach him; and, on leaving the Cunard pier, only said: "We will consult about what is best to-morrow. Come."

The party crossed the Hudson in the Jersey City ferryboat, and drove in a carriage to the St. Nicholas Hotel, on Broadway. Rooms were engaged, and the night passed, briefly to Phileas Fogg, who slept profoundly, but very long to Aouda and the others, whose agitation did not permit them to rest.

The next day was the 12th of December. From seven in the morning of the 12th to a quarter before nine in the evening of the 21st there were nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-five minutes. If Phileas Fogg had left in the China, one of the fastest steamers on the Atlantic, he would have reached Liverpool, and then London, within the period agreed upon.

The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted,
and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained
his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally
justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a
dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with
golden gleamings.

Nor was it his unwonted
magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so
much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled,
intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over
and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous
retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming
before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had
several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon
them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in
consternation to their ship.

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[/pgallery] Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though
similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual
in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's
infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that
he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an
unintelligent agent.

Judge, then, to what pitches
of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were
impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of
torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful
wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a
birth or a bridal.

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title="Weddings from The Knot and The Nest" width="248" />His
three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the
eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had
dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking
with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That
captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his
sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg,
as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired
Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small
reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal
encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all
the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to
identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual
and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the
monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men
feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and
half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning;
to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the
worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue
devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously
transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all
mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs
up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the
sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought;
all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically
assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of
all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and
then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell
upon it.

It is not probable that this monomania in
him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment.
Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to
a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke
that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but
nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and
for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together
in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian
Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one
another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the
homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him,
seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage,
he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital
strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by
his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as
he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad
rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes,
the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil
tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left
behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den
into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm,
collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and
his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab,
in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and
most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become
transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided
not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble
Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But,
as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness
had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great
natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the
living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy
stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred
cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength,
Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than
ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable
object.

The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.

Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.

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Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.

His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay, could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale, all the more fell for that in his frantic morbidness he at last came to identify with him, not only all his bodily woes, but all his intellectual and spiritual exasperations. The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung. That intangible malignity which has been from the beginning; to whose dominion even the modern Christians ascribe one-half of the worlds; which the ancient Ophites of the east reverenced in their statue devil;—Ahab did not fall down and worship it like them; but deliriously transferring its idea to the abhorred white whale, he pitted himself, all mutilated, against it. All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.

It is not probable that this monomania in him took its instant rise at the precise time of his bodily dismemberment. Then, in darting at the monster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate, corporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he probably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more. Yet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long months of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in one hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian Cape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on the homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania seized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals during the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a leg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was moreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to lace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a strait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when running into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun'sails spread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances, the old man's delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn swells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and air; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale, and issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the direful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing. When you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some still subtler form. Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows narrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his narrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab's broad madness had been left behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural intellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living instrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy stormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its concentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost his strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold more potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one reasonable object.