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There were eight whales, an average pod. Aware of their\r\ndanger, they were going all abreast with great speed straight before\r\nthe wind, rubbing their flanks as closely as so many spans of horses in\r\nharness. They left a great, wide wake, as though continually unrolling\r\na great wide parchment upon the sea.\r\n\r\nFull in this rapid wake, and many fathoms in the rear, swam a huge,\r\nhumped old bull, which by his comparatively slow progress, as well as\r\nby the unusual yellowish incrustations overgrowing him, seemed\r\nafflicted with the jaundice, or some other infirmity. Whether this\r\nwhale belonged to the pod in advance, seemed questionable; for it is\r\nnot customary for such venerable leviathans to be at all social.\r\nNevertheless, he stuck to their wake, though indeed their back water\r\nmust have retarded him, because the white-bone or swell at his broad\r\nmuzzle was a dashed one, like the swell formed when two hostile\r\ncurrents meet. His spout was short, slow, and laborious; coming forth\r\nwith a choking sort of gush, and spending itself in torn shreds,\r\nfollowed by strange subterranean commotions in him, which seemed to\r\nhave egress at his other buried extremity, causing the waters behind\r\nhim to upbubble.\r\n\r\n“Who’s got some paregoric?” said Stubb, “he has the stomach-ache, I’m\r\nafraid. Lord, think of having half an acre of stomach-ache! Adverse\r\nwinds are holding mad Christmas in him, boys. It’s the first foul wind\r\nI ever knew to blow from astern; but look, did ever whale yaw so\r\nbefore? it must be, he’s lost his tiller.”\r\n\r\nAs an overladen Indiaman bearing down the Hindostan coast with a deck\r\nload of frightened horses, careens, buries, rolls, and wallows on her\r\nway; so did this old whale heave his aged bulk, and now and then partly\r\nturning over on his cumbrous rib-ends, expose the cause of his devious\r\nwake in the unnatural stump of his starboard fin. Whether he had lost\r\nthat fin in battle, or had been born without it, it were hard to say.\r\n\r\n“Only wait a bit, old chap, and I’ll give ye a sling for that wounded\r\narm,” cried cruel Flask, pointing to the whale-line near him.\r\n\r\n“Mind he don’t sling thee with it,” cried Starbuck. “Give way, or the\r\nGerman will have him.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 10"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84AAHSNQ4BFJ0ASPHB53","peer_label":"76","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84AAHSNQ4BFJ0ASPHB53","peer_label":"76","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":"01KFNR89M575510CNY0Y2NXW46","peer_label":"Chunk 11","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR89V677Z1KM8R40VWERWF","peer_label":"Chunk 9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:05.209Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.659Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}