Moby Dick; Or, The Whale
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CHAPTER 60
The Line
With reference to the whaling scene shortly to be described,as well as for the better understanding of all similar sceneselsewhere presented, I have here to speak of the magical,sometimes horrible whale-line.
The line originally used in the fishery was of the best hemp,slightly vapored with tar, not impregnated with it, as inthe case of ordinary ropes; for while tar, as ordinarily used,makes the hemp more pliable to the rope-maker, and also rendersthe rope itself more convenient to the sailor for commonship use; yet, not only would the ordinary quantity too muchstiffen the whale-line for the close coiling to which it mustbe subjected; but as most seamen are beginning to learn, tar ingeneral by no means adds to the rope's durability or strength,however much it may give it compactness and gloss.
Of late years the Manilla rope has in the American fishery almostentirely superseded hemp as a material for whale-lines; for, though notso durable as hemp, it is stronger, and far more soft and elastic;and I will add (since there is an aesthetics in all things),is much more handsome and becoming to the boat, than hemp.Hemp is a dusky, dark fellow, a sort of Indian; but Manillais as a golden-haired Circassian to behold.
The whale-line is only two thirds of an inch in thickness.At first sight, you would not think it so strong as it really is.By experiment its one and fifty yarns will each suspend a weightof one hundred and twenty pounds; so that the whole rope willbear a strain nearly equal to three tons. In length, the commonsperm whale-line measures something over two hundred fathoms.Towards the stern of the boat it is spirally coiled away in the tub,not like the worm-pipe of a still though, but so as to form one round,cheese-shaped mass of densely bedded "sheaves," or layers ofconcentric spiralizations, without any hollow but the "heart,"or minute vertical tube formed at the axis of the cheese.As the least tangle or kink in the coiling would, in running out,infallibly take somebody's arm, leg, or entire body off,the utmost precaution is used in stowing the line in its tub.Some harpooneers will consume almost an entire morning in this business,carrying the line high aloft and then reeving it downwards througha block towards the tub, so as in the act of coiling to free itfrom all possible wrinkles and twists.
In the English boats two tubs are used instead of one;the same line being continuously coiled in both tubs.There is some advantage in this; because these twin-tubsbeing so small they fit more readily into the boat,and do not strain it so much; whereas, the American tub,nearly three feet in diameter and of proportionate depth,makes a rather bulky freight for a craft whose planks are butone-half inch in thickness; for the bottom of the whale-boatis like critical ice, which will bear up a considerabledistributed weight, but not very much of a concentrated one.When the painted canvas cover is clapped on the american line-tub,the boat looks as if it were pulling off with a prodigiousgreat wedding-cake to present to the whales.
Both ends of the line are exposed; the lower end terminatingin an eye-splice or loop coming up from the bottom againstthe side of the tub, and hanging over its edge completelydisengaged from everything. This arrangement of the lower endis necessary on two accounts. First: In order to facilitatethe fastening to it of an additional line from a neighboring boat,in case the stricken whale should sound so deep as to threatento carry off the entire line originally attached to the harpoon.In these instances, the whale of course is shifted like a mug of ale,as it were, from the one boat to the other; though the first boatalways hovers at hand to assist its consort. Second: This arrangementis indispensable for common safety's sake; for were the lowerend of the line in any way attached to the boat, and werethe whale then to run the line out to the end almost in a single,smoking minute as he sometimes does, he would not stop there,for the doomed boat would infallibly be dragged down after himinto the profundity of the sea; and in that case no town-crierwould ever find her again.
Before lowering the boat for the chase, the upper end of the lineis taken aft from the tub, and passing round the loggerhead there,is again carried forward the entire length of the boat,resting crosswise upon the loom or handle of every man's oar,so that it jogs against his wrist in rowing; and also passingbetween the men, as they alternately sit at the opposite gunwales,to the leaded chocks or grooves in the extreme pointed prow ofthe boat, where a wooden pin or skewer the size of a common quill,prevents it from slipping out. From the chocks it hangs in a slightfestoon over the bows, and is then passed inside the boat again;and some ten or twenty fathoms (called box-line) being coiled uponthe box in the bows, it continues its way to the gunwale stilla little further aft, and is then attached to the short-warp--the rope which is immediately connected with the harpoon;but previous to that connexion, the short-warp goes through sundrymystifications too tedious to detail.
Thus the whale-line folds the whole boat in its complicated coils,twisting and writhing around it in almost every direction.All the oarsmen are involved in its perilous contortions;so that to the timid eye of the landsman, they seem as Indian jugglers,with the deadliest snakes sportively festooning their limbs.Nor can any son of mortal woman, for the first time, seat himself amidthose hempen intricacies, and while straining his utmost at the oar,bethink him that at any unknown instant the harpoon may be darted,and all these horrible contortions be put in play like ringed lightnings;he cannot be thus circumstanced without a shudder that makesthe very marrow in his bones to quiver in him like a shaken jelly.Yet habit--strange thing! what cannot habit accomplish?--Gayer sallies,more merry mirth, better jokes, and brighter repartees, you neverheard over your mahogany, than you will hear over the half-inchwhite cedar of the whaleboat, when thus hung in hangman's nooses;and, like the six burghers of Calais before King Edward, the sixmen composing the crew pull into the jaws of death, with a halteraround every neck, as you may say.
Perhaps a very little thought will now enable you to accountfor those repeated whaling disasters--some few of which arecasually chronicled--of this man or that man being taken out ofthe boat by the line, and lost. For, when the line is darting out,to be seated then in the boat, is like being seated in the midstof the manifold whizzings of a steam-engine in full play,when every flying beam, and shaft, and wheel, is grazing you.It is worse; for you cannot sit motionless in the heart ofthese perils, because the boat is rocking like a cradle, and youare pitched one way and the other, without the slightest warning;and only by a certain self-adjusting buoyancy and simultaneousnessof volition and action, can you escape being made a Mazeppa of,and run away with where the all-seeing sun himself could neverpierce you out.
Again: as the profound calm which only apparently precedes andprophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself;for, indeed, the calm is but the wrapper and envelope of the storm;and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifleholds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion;so the graceful repose of the line, as it silently serpentinesabout the oarsmen before being brought into actual play--this is a thing which carries more of true terror than any otheraspect of this dangerous affair. But why say more? All men liveenveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks;but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death,that mortals realize the silent, subtle, everpresent perils of life.And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat,you would not at heart feel one whit more of terror, than thoughseated before your evening fire with a poker, and not a harpoon,by your side.
CHAPTER 61
Stubb Kills a Whale