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Whether it was that Tashtego, that wild\r\nIndian, was so heedless and reckless as to let go for a moment his\r\none-handed hold on the great cabled tackles suspending the head; or\r\nwhether the place where he stood was so treacherous and oozy; or\r\nwhether the Evil One himself would have it to fall out so, without\r\nstating his particular reasons; how it was exactly, there is no telling\r\nnow; but, on a sudden, as the eightieth or ninetieth bucket came\r\nsuckingly up—my God! poor Tashtego—like the twin reciprocating bucket\r\nin a veritable well, dropped head-foremost down into this great Tun of\r\nHeidelburgh, and with a horrible oily gurgling, went clean out of\r\nsight!\r\n\r\n“Man overboard!” cried Daggoo, who amid the general consternation first\r\ncame to his senses. “Swing the bucket this way!” and putting one foot\r\ninto it, so as the better to secure his slippery hand-hold on the whip\r\nitself, the hoisters ran him high up to the top of the head, almost\r\nbefore Tashtego could have reached its interior bottom. Meantime, there\r\nwas a terrible tumult. Looking over the side, they saw the before\r\nlifeless head throbbing and heaving just below the surface of the sea,\r\nas if that moment seized with some momentous idea; whereas it was only\r\nthe poor Indian unconsciously revealing by those struggles the perilous\r\ndepth to which he had sunk.\r\n\r\nAt this instant, while Daggoo, on the summit of the head, was clearing\r\nthe whip—which had somehow got foul of the great cutting tackles—a\r\nsharp cracking noise was heard; and to the unspeakable horror of all,\r\none of the two enormous hooks suspending the head tore out, and with a\r\nvast vibration the enormous mass sideways swung, till the drunk ship\r\nreeled and shook as if smitten by an iceberg. The one remaining hook,\r\nupon which the entire strain now depended, seemed every instant to be\r\non the point of giving way; an event still more likely from the violent\r\nmotions of the head.\r\n\r\n“Come down, come down!” yelled the seamen to Daggoo, but with one hand\r\nholding on to the heavy tackles, so that if the head should drop, he\r\nwould still remain suspended; the negro having cleared the foul line,\r\nrammed down the bucket into the now collapsed well, meaning that the\r\nburied harpooneer should grasp it, and so be hoisted out.\r\n\r\n“In heaven’s name, man,” cried Stubb, “are you ramming home a cartridge\r\nthere?—Avast! How will that help him; jamming that iron-bound bucket on\r\ntop of his head? Avast, will ye!”\r\n\r\n“Stand clear of the tackle!” cried a voice like the bursting of a\r\nrocket.\r\n\r\nAlmost in the same instant, with a thunder-boom, the enormous mass\r\ndropped into the sea, like Niagara’s Table-Rock into the whirlpool; the\r\nsuddenly relieved hull rolled away from it, to far down her glittering\r\ncopper; and all caught their breath, as half swinging—now over the\r\nsailors’ heads, and now over the water—Daggoo, through a thick mist of\r\nspray, was dimly beheld clinging to the pendulous tackles, while poor,\r\nburied-alive Tashtego was sinking utterly down to the bottom of the\r\nsea! But hardly had the blinding vapor cleared away, when a naked\r\nfigure with a boarding-sword in his hand, was for one swift moment seen\r\nhovering over the bulwarks. The next, a loud splash announced that my\r\nbrave Queequeg had dived to the rescue. One packed rush was made to the\r\nside, and every eye counted every ripple, as moment followed moment,\r\nand no sign of either the sinker or the diver could be seen. Some hands\r\nnow jumped into a boat alongside, and pushed a little off from the\r\nship.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 0"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KF7FPMGDV8VAHYWS6TAS75JN","peer_label":"The Great Heidelburgh Tun","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KF7FPMGDV8VAHYWS6TAS75JN","peer_label":"The Great Heidelburgh Tun","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"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"},{"peer":"01KF7FPSD2RHKGYD3DF3GATTWT","peer_label":"Chunk 1","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:20.941Z","ts":"2026-01-18T02:42:27.751Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KF7FCDA7SCSJ6A30TDPDSJQV"}}