{"id":"01KF7FPTEXFASD59DG93HEKKX6","cid":"bafkreifbcbi7ukxzzf24dviwy3j4ci7izjypd6cxbzfmtwory6p2stbana","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":20192,"extracted_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:21.455Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 10","source_file":"01KESYVB66H8YEVTN88DWE9W8D","start_line":20105,"text":"\r\n“Sir? The hatchway? oh! So it does, sir, so it does.”\r\n\r\n“Art not thou the leg-maker? Look, did not this stump come from thy\r\nshop?”\r\n\r\n“I believe it did, sir; does the ferrule stand, sir?”\r\n\r\n“Well enough. But art thou not also the undertaker?”\r\n\r\n“Aye, sir; I patched up this thing here as a coffin for Queequeg; but\r\nthey’ve set me now to turning it into something else.”\r\n\r\n“Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping, intermeddling,\r\nmonopolising, heathenish old scamp, to be one day making legs, and the\r\nnext day coffins to clap them in, and yet again life-buoys out of those\r\nsame coffins? Thou art as unprincipled as the gods, and as much of a\r\njack-of-all-trades.”\r\n\r\n“But I do not mean anything, sir. I do as I do.”\r\n\r\n“The gods again. Hark ye, dost thou not ever sing working about a\r\ncoffin? The Titans, they say, hummed snatches when chipping out the\r\ncraters for volcanoes; and the grave-digger in the play sings, spade in\r\nhand. Dost thou never?”\r\n\r\n“Sing, sir? Do I sing? Oh, I’m indifferent enough, sir, for that; but\r\nthe reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there\r\nwas none in his spade, sir. But the caulking mallet is full of it. Hark\r\nto it.”\r\n\r\n“Aye, and that’s because the lid there’s a sounding-board; and what in\r\nall things makes the sounding-board is this—there’s naught beneath. And\r\nyet, a coffin with a body in it rings pretty much the same, Carpenter.\r\nHast thou ever helped carry a bier, and heard the coffin knock against\r\nthe churchyard gate, going in?\r\n\r\n“Faith, sir, I’ve——”\r\n\r\n“Faith? What’s that?”\r\n\r\n“Why, faith, sir, it’s only a sort of exclamation-like—that’s all,\r\nsir.”\r\n\r\n“Um, um; go on.”\r\n\r\n“I was about to say, sir, that——”\r\n\r\n“Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroud out of thyself?\r\nLook at thy bosom! Despatch! and get these traps out of sight.”\r\n\r\n“He goes aft. That was sudden, now; but squalls come sudden in hot\r\nlatitudes. I’ve heard that the Isle of Albemarle, one of the\r\nGallipagos, is cut by the Equator right in the middle. Seems to me some\r\nsort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. He’s always\r\nunder the Line—fiery hot, I tell ye! He’s looking this way—come, oakum;\r\nquick. Here we go again. This wooden mallet is the cork, and I’m the\r\nprofessor of musical glasses—tap, tap!”\r\n\r\n(_Ahab to himself_.)\r\n\r\n“There’s a sight! There’s a sound! The greyheaded woodpecker tapping\r\nthe hollow tree! Blind and dumb might well be envied now. See! that\r\nthing rests on two line-tubs, full of tow-lines. A most malicious wag,\r\nthat fellow. Rat-tat! So man’s seconds tick! Oh! how immaterial are all\r\nmaterials! What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts? Here\r\nnow’s the very dreaded symbol of grim death, by a mere hap, made the\r\nexpressive sign of the help and hope of most endangered life. A\r\nlife-buoy of a coffin! Does it go further? Can it be that in some\r\nspiritual sense the coffin is, after all, but an immortality-preserver!\r\nI’ll think of that. But no. So far gone am I in the dark side of earth,\r\nthat its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain\r\ntwilight to me. Will ye never have done, Carpenter, with that accursed\r\nsound? I go below; let me not see that thing here when I return again.\r\nNow, then, Pip, we’ll talk this over; I do suck most wondrous\r\nphilosophies from thee! Some unknown conduits from the unknown worlds\r\nmust empty into thee!”\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER 128. The Pequod Meets The Rachel.\r\n\r\nNext day, a large ship, the Rachel, was descried, bearing directly down\r\nupon the Pequod, all her spars thickly clustering with men. At the time\r\nthe Pequod was making good speed through the water; but as the\r\nbroad-winged windward stranger shot nigh to her, the boastful sails all\r\nfell together as blank bladders that are burst, and all life fled from\r\nthe smitten hull.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 10"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KF7FPNZVQN0MWH12S4195JDT","peer_label":"Chapter 124","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KF7FPNZVQN0MWH12S4195JDT","peer_label":"Chapter 124","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":"01KF7FPTC965E8RP7X3EZK0RK2","peer_label":"Chunk 11","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KF7FPTGGBFP2VZEE7GVMHQVW","peer_label":"Chunk 9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:22.045Z","ts":"2026-01-18T02:42:28.896Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KF7FCDA7SCSJ6A30TDPDSJQV"}}