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Moby Dick by Melville, Herman - Chapter 59

Squid


Slowly wading through the meadows of brit, the Pequod still
held on her way north-eastward towards the island of Java;
a gentle air impelling her keel, so that in the surrounding
serenity her three tall tapering masts mildly waved
to that languid breeze, as three mild palms on a plain.
And still, at wide intervals in the silvery night, the lonely,
alluring jet would be seen.

But one transparent blue morning, when a stillness almost
preternatural spread over the sea, however unattended with any
stagnant calm; when the long burnished sun-glade on the waters
seemed a golden finger laid across them, enjoining some secrecy;
when the slippered waves whispered together as they softly ran on;
in this profound hush of the visible sphere a strange spectre
was seen by Daggoo from the main-mast-head.

In the distance, a great white mass lazily rose, and rising higher
and higher, and disentangling itself from the azure, at last gleamed
before our prow like a snow-slide, new slid from the hills.
Thus glistening for a moment, as slowly it subsided, and sank.
Then once more arose, and silently gleamed. It seemed not a whale;
and yet is this Moby Dick? thought Daggoo. Again the phantom
went down, but on re-appearing once more, with a stiletto-like
cry that startled every man from his nod, the negro yelled
out--"There! there again! there she breaches! right ahead!
The White Whale, the White Whale!"

Upon this, the seamen rushed to the yard-arms, as in swarming-time
the bees rush to the boughs. Bare-headed in the sultry sun,
Ahab stood on the bowsprit, and with one hand pushed far behind
in readiness to wave his orders to the helmsman, cast his eager
glance in the direction indicated aloft by the outstretched
motionless arm of Daggoo.

Whether the flitting attendance of the one still and solitary
jet had gradually worked upon Ahab, so that he was now prepared
to connect the ideas of mildness and repose with the first sight
of the particular whale he pursued; however this was, or whether
his eagerness betrayed him; whichever way it might have been,
no sooner did he distinctly perceive the white mass, than with
a quick intensity he instantly gave orders for lowering.

The four boats were soon on the water; Ahab's in advance,
and all swiftly pulling towards their prey. Soon it went down,
and while, with oars suspended, we were awaiting its reappearance,
lo! in the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose.
Almost forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby Dick,
we now gazed at the most wondrous phenomenon which the secret
seas have hitherto revealed to mankind. A vast pulpy mass,
furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-color, lay
floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from
its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas,
as if blindly to clutch at any hapless object within reach.
No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token
of either sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows,
an unearthly, formless, chance-like apparition of life.

As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again,
Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk,
with a wild voice exclaimed--"Almost rather had I seen Moby Dick
and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!"

"What was it, Sir?" said Flask.

"The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld,
and returned to their ports to tell of it."

But Ahab said nothing; turning his boat, he sailed back to the vessel;
the rest as silently following.

Whatever superstitions the sperm whalemen in general have connected
with the sight of this object, certain it is, that a glimpse of it
being so very unusual, that circumstance has gone far to invest it
with portentousness. So rarely is it beheld, that though one and all
of them declare it to be the largest animated thing in the ocean,
yet very few of them have any but the most vague ideas concerning
its true nature and form; notwithstanding, they believe it to furnish
to the sperm whale his only food. For though other species of whales find
their food above water, and may be seen by man in the act of feeding,
the spermaceti whale obtains his whole food in unknown zones below
the surface; and only by inference is it that any one can tell
of what, precisely, that food consists. At times, when closely pursued,
he will disgorge what are supposed to be the detached arms of the squid;
some of them thus exhibited exceeding twenty and thirty feet in length.
They fancy that the monster to which these arms belonged ordinarily
clings by them to the bed of the ocean; and that the sperm whale,
unlike other species, is supplied with teeth in order to attack
and tear it.

There seems some ground to imagine that the great Kraken of
Bishop Pontoppodan may ultimately resolve itself into Squid. The manner
in which the Bishop describes it, as alternately rising and sinking,
with some other particulars he narrates, in all this the two correspond.
But much abatement is necessary with respect to the incredible bulk
he assigns it.

By some naturalists who have vaguely heard rumors of the mysterious
creature, here spoken of, it is included among the class of cuttle-fish,
to which, indeed, in certain external respects it would seem to belong,
but only as the Anak of the tribe.