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Issuing from the cabin,\r\nStubb now called his boat’s crew, and pulled off for the stranger.\r\nDrawing across her bow, he perceived that in accordance with the\r\nfanciful French taste, the upper part of her stem-piece was carved in\r\nthe likeness of a huge drooping stalk, was painted green, and for\r\nthorns had copper spikes projecting from it here and there; the whole\r\nterminating in a symmetrical folded bulb of a bright red colour. Upon\r\nher head boards, in large gilt letters, he read “Bouton de\r\nRose,”—Rose-button, or Rose-bud; and this was the romantic name of this\r\naromatic ship.\r\n\r\nThough Stubb did not understand the _Bouton_ part of the inscription,\r\nyet the word _rose_, and the bulbous figure-head put together,\r\nsufficiently explained the whole to him.\r\n\r\n“A wooden rose-bud, eh?” he cried with his hand to his nose, “that will\r\ndo very well; but how like all creation it smells!”\r\n\r\nNow in order to hold direct communication with the people on deck, he\r\nhad to pull round the bows to the starboard side, and thus come close\r\nto the blasted whale; and so talk over it.\r\n\r\nArrived then at this spot, with one hand still to his nose, he\r\nbawled—“Bouton-de-Rose, ahoy! are there any of you Bouton-de-Roses that\r\nspeak English?”\r\n\r\n“Yes,” rejoined a Guernsey-man from the bulwarks, who turned out to be\r\nthe chief-mate.\r\n\r\n“Well, then, my Bouton-de-Rose-bud, have you seen the White Whale?”\r\n\r\n“_What_ whale?”\r\n\r\n“The _White_ Whale—a Sperm Whale—Moby Dick, have ye seen him?\r\n\r\n“Never heard of such a whale. Cachalot Blanche! White Whale—no.”\r\n\r\n“Very good, then; good bye now, and I’ll call again in a minute.”\r\n\r\nThen rapidly pulling back towards the Pequod, and seeing Ahab leaning\r\nover the quarter-deck rail awaiting his report, he moulded his two\r\nhands into a trumpet and shouted—“No, Sir! No!” Upon which Ahab\r\nretired, and Stubb returned to the Frenchman.\r\n\r\nHe now perceived that the Guernsey-man, who had just got into the\r\nchains, and was using a cutting-spade, had slung his nose in a sort of\r\nbag.\r\n\r\n“What’s the matter with your nose, there?” said Stubb. “Broke it?”\r\n\r\n“I wish it was broken, or that I didn’t have any nose at all!” answered\r\nthe Guernsey-man, who did not seem to relish the job he was at very\r\nmuch. “But what are you holding _yours_ for?”\r\n\r\n“Oh, nothing! It’s a wax nose; I have to hold it on. Fine day, ain’t\r\nit? Air rather gardenny, I should say; throw us a bunch of posies, will\r\nye, Bouton-de-Rose?”\r\n\r\n“What in the devil’s name do you want here?” roared the Guernseyman,\r\nflying into a sudden passion.\r\n\r\n“Oh! keep cool—cool? yes, that’s the word! why don’t you pack those\r\nwhales in ice while you’re working at ’em? But joking aside, though; do\r\nyou know, Rose-bud, that it’s all nonsense trying to get any oil out of\r\nsuch whales? As for that dried up one, there, he hasn’t a gill in his\r\nwhole carcase.”\r\n\r\n“I know that well enough; but, d’ye see, the Captain here won’t believe\r\nit; this is his first voyage; he was a Cologne manufacturer before. But\r\ncome aboard, and mayhap he’ll believe you, if he won’t me; and so I’ll\r\nget out of this dirty scrape.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84A4MFDTF9ZTN0749XH4","peer_label":"The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84A4MFDTF9ZTN0749XH4","peer_label":"The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud","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":"01KFNR89N80TABZ74PJFVQGRKC","peer_label":"Chunk 2","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR89TTGF7CMT3J77CZP6DV","peer_label":"Chunk 0","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:05.543Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:17.720Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}