But The Suddenly Started Pequod
"Not forged!" and snatching Perth's levelled iron
from the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—"Look ye, Nantucketer; here
in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by
lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot
place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed
life!"
"Then God keep thee, old man—see'st thou that"—pointing
to the hammock—"I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only
yesterday; but were dead ere night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were
buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb." Then turning to his
crew—"Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift the
body; so, then—Oh! God"—advancing towards the hammock with uplifted
hands—"may the resurrection and the life—"
"Brace forward! Up
helm!" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.
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But the suddenly started Pequod wasfrom the crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—"Look ye, Nantucketer; here
in this hand I hold his death! Tempered in blood, and tempered by
lightning are these barbs; and I swear to temper them triply in that hot
place behind the fin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed
life!"
"Then God keep thee, old man—see'st thou that"—pointing
to the hammock—"I bury but one of five stout men, who were alive only
yesterday; but were dead ere night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were
buried before they died; you sail upon their tomb." Then turning to his
crew—"Are ye ready there? place the plank then on the rail, and lift the
body; so, then—Oh! God"—advancing towards the hammock with uplifted
hands—"may the resurrection and the life—"
"Brace forward! Up
helm!" cried Ahab like lightning to his men.
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not quick enough to escape the sound of the splash that the corpse soon
made as it struck the sea; not so quick, indeed, but that some of the
flying bubbles might have sprinkled her hull with their ghostly
baptism.
As Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, the
strange life-buoy hanging at the Pequod's stern came into conspicuous
relief.
"Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!" cried a foreboding
voice in her wake. "In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sad burial; ye
but turn us your taffrail to show us your coffin!"