{"id":"01KF7FPNZQ0XFNB864KQ4M891D","cid":"bafkreidlqtycmgvbwbqay5vprwhv3xno6taos2ppmagrxebg6s2fv4naea","type":"chapter","properties":{"end_line":18827,"extracted_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:16.571Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chapter 113","source_file":"01KESYVB66H8YEVTN88DWE9W8D","start_line":18788,"text":"“Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup,\r\nnor pray till—but here—to work!”\r\n\r\nFashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the\r\nshank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the\r\nblacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to\r\ntempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.\r\n\r\n“No, no—no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy,\r\nthere! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me\r\nas much blood as will cover this barb?” holding it high up. A cluster\r\nof dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen\r\nflesh, and the White Whale’s barbs were then tempered.\r\n\r\n“Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!”\r\ndeliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the\r\nbaptismal blood.\r\n\r\nNow, mustering the spare poles from below, and selecting one of\r\nhickory, with the bark still investing it, Ahab fitted the end to the\r\nsocket of the iron. A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some\r\nfathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension.\r\nPressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string,\r\nthen eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed,\r\n“Good! and now for the seizings.”\r\n\r\nAt one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the separate spread yarns\r\nwere all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole\r\nwas then driven hard up into the socket; from the lower end the rope\r\nwas traced half-way along the pole’s length, and firmly secured so,\r\nwith intertwistings of twine. This done, pole, iron, and rope—like the\r\nThree Fates—remained inseparable, and Ahab moodily stalked away with\r\nthe weapon; the sound of his ivory leg, and the sound of the hickory\r\npole, both hollowly ringing along every plank. But ere he entered his\r\ncabin, light, unnatural, half-bantering, yet most piteous sound was\r\nheard. Oh, Pip! thy wretched laugh, thy idle but unresting eye; all thy\r\nstrange mummeries not unmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of the\r\nmelancholy ship, and mocked it!\r\n\r\n\r","title":"Chapter 113"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KF7FPKDT5SHSH1ZQV6ABHQCA","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"book","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KF7FPKDT5SHSH1ZQV6ABHQCA","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"book","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:17.300Z","ts":"2026-01-18T02:42:17.300Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KF7FCDA7SCSJ6A30TDPDSJQV"}}