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A coil of new tow-line was then unwound, and some\r\nfathoms of it taken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension.\r\nPressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like a harp-string,\r\nthen eagerly bending over it, and seeing no strandings, Ahab exclaimed,\r\n“Good! and now for the seizings.”\r\n\r\nAt one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the separate spread yarns\r\nwere all braided and woven round the socket of the harpoon; the pole\r\nwas then driven hard up into the socket; from the lower end the rope\r\nwas traced half-way along the pole’s length, and firmly secured so,\r\nwith intertwistings of twine. This done, pole, iron, and rope—like the\r\nThree Fates—remained inseparable, and Ahab moodily stalked away with\r\nthe weapon; the sound of his ivory leg, and the sound of the hickory\r\npole, both hollowly ringing along every plank. But ere he entered his\r\ncabin, light, unnatural, half-bantering, yet most piteous sound was\r\nheard. Oh, Pip! thy wretched laugh, thy idle but unresting eye; all thy\r\nstrange mummeries not unmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of the\r\nmelancholy ship, and mocked it!\r\n\r\n\r\nCHAPTER 114. The Gilder.\r\n\r\nPenetrating further and further into the heart of the Japanese cruising\r\nground, the Pequod was soon all astir in the fishery. Often, in mild,\r\npleasant weather, for twelve, fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on\r\nthe stretch, they were engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or\r\nsailing, or paddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty or\r\nseventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; though with but small\r\nsuccess for their pains.\r\n\r\nAt such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow\r\nheaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so\r\nsociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone\r\ncats they purr against the gunwale; these are the times of dreamy\r\nquietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the\r\nocean’s skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and\r\nwould not willingly remember, that this velvet paw but conceals a\r\nremorseless fang.\r\n\r\nThese are the times, when in his whale-boat the rover softly feels a\r\ncertain filial, confident, land-like feeling towards the sea; that he\r\nregards it as so much flowery earth; and the distant ship revealing\r\nonly the tops of her masts, seems struggling forward, not through high\r\nrolling waves, but through the tall grass of a rolling prairie: as when\r\nthe western emigrants’ horses only show their erected ears, while their\r\nhidden bodies widely wade through the amazing verdure.\r\n\r\nThe long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; as over these\r\nthere steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied\r\nchildren lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when\r\nthe flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most\r\nmystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting, interpenetrate,\r\nand form one seamless whole.\r\n\r\nNor did such soothing scenes, however temporary, fail of at least as\r\ntemporary an effect on Ahab. But if these secret golden keys did seem\r\nto open in him his own secret golden treasuries, yet did his breath\r\nupon them prove but tarnishing.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84EGVKVZJN297R0MQBMY","peer_label":"The Carpenter","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84EGVKVZJN297R0MQBMY","peer_label":"The Carpenter","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":"01KFNR8BB7BHF6RHKC99CSAEDJ","peer_label":"Chunk 6","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8BATPWT09KNHGDHTEFH6","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:07.179Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:18.924Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}