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He looked like a man cut away from the stake, when\r\nthe fire has overrunningly wasted all the limbs without consuming them,\r\nor taking away one particle from their compacted aged robustness. His\r\nwhole high, broad form, seemed made of solid bronze, and shaped in an\r\nunalterable mould, like Cellini’s cast Perseus. Threading its way out\r\nfrom among his grey hairs, and continuing right down one side of his\r\ntawny scorched face and neck, till it disappeared in his clothing, you\r\nsaw a slender rod-like mark, lividly whitish. It resembled that\r\nperpendicular seam sometimes made in the straight, lofty trunk of a\r\ngreat tree, when the upper lightning tearingly darts down it, and\r\nwithout wrenching a single twig, peels and grooves out the bark from\r\ntop to bottom, ere running off into the soil, leaving the tree still\r\ngreenly alive, but branded. Whether that mark was born with him, or\r\nwhether it was the scar left by some desperate wound, no one could\r\ncertainly say. By some tacit consent, throughout the voyage little or\r\nno allusion was made to it, especially by the mates. But once\r\nTashtego’s senior, an old Gay-Head Indian among the crew,\r\nsuperstitiously asserted that not till he was full forty years old did\r\nAhab become that way branded, and then it came upon him, not in the\r\nfury of any mortal fray, but in an elemental strife at sea. Yet, this\r\nwild hint seemed inferentially negatived, by what a grey Manxman\r\ninsinuated, an old sepulchral man, who, having never before sailed out\r\nof Nantucket, had never ere this laid eye upon wild Ahab. Nevertheless,\r\nthe old sea-traditions, the immemorial credulities, popularly invested\r\nthis old Manxman with preternatural powers of discernment. So that no\r\nwhite sailor seriously contradicted him when he said that if ever\r\nCaptain Ahab should be tranquilly laid out—which might hardly come to\r\npass, so he muttered—then, whoever should do that last office for the\r\ndead, would find a birth-mark on him from crown to sole.\r\n\r\nSo powerfully did the whole grim aspect of Ahab affect me, and the\r\nlivid brand which streaked it, that for the first few moments I hardly\r\nnoted that not a little of this overbearing grimness was owing to the\r\nbarbaric white leg upon which he partly stood. It had previously come\r\nto me that this ivory leg had at sea been fashioned from the polished\r\nbone of the sperm whale’s jaw. “Aye, he was dismasted off Japan,” said\r\nthe old Gay-Head Indian once; “but like his dismasted craft, he shipped\r\nanother mast without coming home for it. He has a quiver of ’em.”\r\n\r\nI was struck with the singular posture he maintained. Upon each side of\r\nthe Pequod’s quarter deck, and pretty close to the mizzen shrouds,\r\nthere was an auger hole, bored about half an inch or so, into the\r\nplank. His bone leg steadied in that hole; one arm elevated, and\r\nholding by a shroud; Captain Ahab stood erect, looking straight out\r\nbeyond the ship’s ever-pitching prow. There was an infinity of firmest\r\nfortitude, a determinate, unsurrenderable wilfulness, in the fixed and\r\nfearless, forward dedication of that glance. Not a word he spoke; nor\r\ndid his officers say aught to him; though by all their minutest\r\ngestures and expressions, they plainly showed the uneasy, if not\r\npainful, consciousness of being under a troubled master-eye. And not\r\nonly that, but moody stricken Ahab stood before them with a crucifixion\r\nin his face; in all the nameless regal overbearing dignity of some\r\nmighty woe.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84E4J6DDQXZKB0NE56QB","peer_label":"28","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84E4J6DDQXZKB0NE56QB","peer_label":"28","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR87AV5CW2BK5N66B2K96Q","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR86T8J9909ZBBC49672YF","peer_label":"Chunk 0","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:02.426Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:15.091Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}