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Chapter 135: The Chase.—Third Day.
April 9, 2026
The morning of the third day dawned fair and fresh, and once more the solitary night-man at the fore-mast-head was relieved by crowds of the daylight look-...
Chapter 134: The Chase—Second Day.
April 9, 2026
At day-break, the three mast-heads were punctually manned afresh. “D’ye see him?” cried Ahab after allowing a little space for the light to spread. “See...
Chapter 133: The Chase—First Day.
April 9, 2026
That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he...
Chapter 132: The Symphony.
April 9, 2026
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure...
Chapter 131: The Pequod Meets The Delight.
April 9, 2026
The intense Pequod sailed on; the rolling waves and days went by; the life-buoy-coffin still lightly swung; and another ship, most miserably misnamed the...
Chapter 130: The Hat.
April 9, 2026
And now that at the proper time and place, after so long and wide a preliminary cruise, Ahab,—all other whaling waters swept—seemed to have chased his foe...
Chapter 129: The Cabin.
April 9, 2026
(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...
Chapter 128: The Pequod Meets The Rachel.
April 9, 2026
Next day, a large ship, the Rachel, was descried, bearing directly down upon the Pequod, all her spars thickly clustering with men. At the time the Pequod...
Chapter 127: The Deck.
April 9, 2026
The coffin laid upon two line-tubs, between the vice-bench and the open hatchway; the Carpenter caulking its seams; the string of twisted oakum slowly...
Chapter 126: The Life-Buoy.
April 9, 2026
Steering now south-eastward by Ahab’s levelled steel, and her progress solely determined by Ahab’s level log and line; the Pequod held on her path towards...
Chapter 125: The Log and Line.
April 9, 2026
While now the fated Pequod had been so long afloat this voyage, the log and line had but very seldom been in use. Owing to a confident reliance upon other...
Chapter 124: The Needle.
April 9, 2026
Next morning the not-yet-subsided sea rolled in long slow billows of mighty bulk, and striving in the Pequod’s gurgling track, pushed her on like giants’...
Chapter 123: The Musket.
April 9, 2026
During the most violent shocks of the Typhoon, the man at the Pequod’s jaw-bone tiller had several times been reelingly hurled to the deck by its spasmodic...
Chapter 122: Midnight Aloft.—Thunder and Lightning.
April 9, 2026
The main-top-sail yard.—Tashtego passing new lashings around it. “Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What’s the use of thunder?...
Chapter 121: Midnight.—The Forecastle Bulwarks.
April 9, 2026
Stubb and Flask mounted on them, and passing additional lashings over the anchors there hanging. “No, Stubb; you may pound that knot there as much as you...
Chapter 120: The Deck Towards the End of the First Night Watch.
April 9, 2026
Ahab standing by the helm. Starbuck approaching him. “We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. The band is working loose and the lee lift is half-...
Chapter 119: The Candles.
April 9, 2026
Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tiger of Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure. Skies the most effulgent but basket the...
Chapter 118: The Quadrant.
April 9, 2026
The season for the Line at length drew near; and every day when Ahab, coming from his cabin, cast his eyes aloft, the vigilant helmsman would ostentatiously...
Chapter 117: The Whale Watch.
April 9, 2026
The four whales slain that evening had died wide apart; one, far to windward; one, less distant, to leeward; one ahead; one astern. These last three were...
Chapter 116: The Dying Whale.
April 9, 2026
Not seldom in this life, when, on the right side, fortune’s favourites sail close by us, we, though all adroop before, catch somewhat of the rushing breeze,...
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