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Sideways\r\nlashed in each of her three basketed tops were two barrels of sperm;\r\nabove which, in her top-mast cross-trees, you saw slender breakers of\r\nthe same precious fluid; and nailed to her main truck was a brazen\r\nlamp.\r\n\r\nAs was afterwards learned, the Bachelor had met with the most\r\nsurprising success; all the more wonderful, for that while cruising in\r\nthe same seas numerous other vessels had gone entire months without\r\nsecuring a single fish. Not only had barrels of beef and bread been\r\ngiven away to make room for the far more valuable sperm, but additional\r\nsupplemental casks had been bartered for, from the ships she had met;\r\nand these were stowed along the deck, and in the captain’s and\r\nofficers’ state-rooms. Even the cabin table itself had been knocked\r\ninto kindling-wood; and the cabin mess dined off the broad head of an\r\noil-butt, lashed down to the floor for a centrepiece. In the\r\nforecastle, the sailors had actually caulked and pitched their chests,\r\nand filled them; it was humorously added, that the cook had clapped a\r\nhead on his largest boiler, and filled it; that the steward had plugged\r\nhis spare coffee-pot and filled it; that the harpooneers had headed the\r\nsockets of their irons and filled them; that indeed everything was\r\nfilled with sperm, except the captain’s pantaloons pockets, and those\r\nhe reserved to thrust his hands into, in self-complacent testimony of\r\nhis entire satisfaction.\r\n\r\nAs this glad ship of good luck bore down upon the moody Pequod, the\r\nbarbarian sound of enormous drums came from her forecastle; and drawing\r\nstill nearer, a crowd of her men were seen standing round her huge\r\ntry-pots, which, covered with the parchment-like _poke_ or stomach skin\r\nof the black fish, gave forth a loud roar to every stroke of the\r\nclenched hands of the crew. On the quarter-deck, the mates and\r\nharpooneers were dancing with the olive-hued girls who had eloped with\r\nthem from the Polynesian Isles; while suspended in an ornamented boat,\r\nfirmly secured aloft between the foremast and mainmast, three Long\r\nIsland negroes, with glittering fiddle-bows of whale ivory, were\r\npresiding over the hilarious jig. Meanwhile, others of the ship’s\r\ncompany were tumultuously busy at the masonry of the try-works, from\r\nwhich the huge pots had been removed. You would have almost thought\r\nthey were pulling down the cursed Bastille, such wild cries they\r\nraised, as the now useless brick and mortar were being hurled into the\r\nsea.\r\n\r\nLord and master over all this scene, the captain stood erect on the\r\nship’s elevated quarter-deck, so that the whole rejoicing drama was\r\nfull before him, and seemed merely contrived for his own individual\r\ndiversion.\r\n\r\nAnd Ahab, he too was standing on his quarter-deck, shaggy and black,\r\nwith a stubborn gloom; and as the two ships crossed each other’s\r\nwakes—one all jubilations for things passed, the other all forebodings\r\nas to things to come—their two captains in themselves impersonated the\r\nwhole striking contrast of the scene.\r\n\r\n“Come aboard, come aboard!” cried the gay Bachelor’s commander, lifting\r\na glass and a bottle in the air.\r\n\r\n“Hast seen the White Whale?” gritted Ahab in reply.\r\n\r\n“No; only heard of him; but don’t believe in him at all,” said the\r\nother good-humoredly. “Come aboard!”\r\n\r\n“Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on. Hast lost any men?”\r\n\r\n“Not enough to speak of—two islanders, that’s all;—but come aboard, old\r\nhearty, come along. I’ll soon take that black from your brow. Come\r\nalong, will ye (merry’s the play); a full ship and homeward-bound.”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 7"},"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":"01KFNR8BAA3NT3JYWVM7YTBYBS","peer_label":"Chunk 8","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR8BB7BHF6RHKC99CSAEDJ","peer_label":"Chunk 6","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:06.976Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:18.961Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}