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Look ye here!” jingling the\r\nleathern bag, as if it were full of gold coins. “I, too, want a harpoon\r\nmade; one that a thousand yoke of fiends could not part, Perth;\r\nsomething that will stick in a whale like his own fin-bone. There’s the\r\nstuff,” flinging the pouch upon the anvil. “Look ye, blacksmith, these\r\nare the gathered nail-stubbs of the steel shoes of racing horses.”\r\n\r\n“Horse-shoe stubbs, sir? Why, Captain Ahab, thou hast here, then, the\r\nbest and stubbornest stuff we blacksmiths ever work.”\r\n\r\n“I know it, old man; these stubbs will weld together like glue from the\r\nmelted bones of murderers. Quick! forge me the harpoon. And forge me\r\nfirst, twelve rods for its shank; then wind, and twist, and hammer\r\nthese twelve together like the yarns and strands of a tow-line. Quick!\r\nI’ll blow the fire.”\r\n\r\nWhen at last the twelve rods were made, Ahab tried them, one by one, by\r\nspiralling them, with his own hand, round a long, heavy iron bolt. “A\r\nflaw!” rejecting the last one. “Work that over again, Perth.”\r\n\r\nThis done, Perth was about to begin welding the twelve into one, when\r\nAhab stayed his hand, and said he would weld his own iron. As, then,\r\nwith regular, gasping hems, he hammered on the anvil, Perth passing to\r\nhim the glowing rods, one after the other, and the hard pressed forge\r\nshooting up its intense straight flame, the Parsee passed silently, and\r\nbowing over his head towards the fire, seemed invoking some curse or\r\nsome blessing on the toil. But, as Ahab looked up, he slid aside.\r\n\r\n“What’s that bunch of lucifers dodging about there for?” muttered\r\nStubb, looking on from the forecastle. “That Parsee smells fire like a\r\nfusee; and smells of it himself, like a hot musket’s powder-pan.”\r\n\r\nAt last the shank, in one complete rod, received its final heat; and as\r\nPerth, to temper it, plunged it all hissing into the cask of water near\r\nby, the scalding steam shot up into Ahab’s bent face.\r\n\r\n“Would’st thou brand me, Perth?” wincing for a moment with the pain;\r\n“have I been but forging my own branding-iron, then?”\r\n\r\n“Pray God, not that; yet I fear something, Captain Ahab. Is not this\r\nharpoon for the White Whale?”\r\n\r\n“For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou must make them\r\nthyself, man. Here are my razors—the best of steel; here, and make the\r\nbarbs sharp as the needle-sleet of the Icy Sea.”\r\n\r\nFor a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors as though he would\r\nfain not use them.\r\n\r\n“Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup,\r\nnor pray till—but here—to work!”\r\n\r\nFashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the\r\nshank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the\r\nblacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to\r\ntempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.\r\n\r\n“No, no—no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy,\r\nthere! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me\r\nas much blood as will cover this barb?” holding it high up. A cluster\r\nof dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen\r\nflesh, and the White Whale’s barbs were then tempered.\r\n\r\n“Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!”\r\ndeliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the\r\nbaptismal blood.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 4"},"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":"01KFNR8BABH4SYQTV8B45EJDVJ","peer_label":"Chunk 5","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8B7V8GB6Z9JBB4QRVMYE","peer_label":"Chunk 3","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:07.024Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:19.349Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}