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The Try-Works.](arke:01KG8AMA8ZBTY949CN1GV7YMZ7).\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter describes the cassock, an article of clothing made from the skin of a whale, worn by the sailor responsible for mincing blubber. It details the process of preparing the skin and how the mincer uses it as protection while performing his duties. The text also includes a brief reflection on the mincer's appearance in the cassock, comparing it to the attire of religious figures.\n","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T20:51:03.587Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"CHAPTER 95. The Cassock.","end_line":16331,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:29.272Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"CHAPTER 95. The Cassock.","source_file":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","start_line":16283,"text":"CHAPTER 95. The Cassock.\r\n\r\nHad you stepped on board the Pequod at a certain juncture of this\r\npost-mortemizing of the whale; and had you strolled forward nigh the\r\nwindlass, pretty sure am I that you would have scanned with no small\r\ncuriosity a very strange, enigmatical object, which you would have seen\r\nthere, lying along lengthwise in the lee scuppers. Not the wondrous\r\ncistern in the whale’s huge head; not the prodigy of his unhinged lower\r\njaw; not the miracle of his symmetrical tail; none of these would so\r\nsurprise you, as half a glimpse of that unaccountable cone,—longer than\r\na Kentuckian is tall, nigh a foot in diameter at the base, and\r\njet-black as Yojo, the ebony idol of Queequeg. And an idol, indeed, it\r\nis; or, rather, in old times, its likeness was. Such an idol as that\r\nfound in the secret groves of Queen Maachah in Judea; and for\r\nworshipping which, King Asa, her son, did depose her, and destroyed the\r\nidol, and burnt it for an abomination at the brook Kedron, as darkly\r\nset forth in the 15th chapter of the First Book of Kings.\r\n\r\nLook at the sailor, called the mincer, who now comes along, and\r\nassisted by two allies, heavily backs the grandissimus, as the mariners\r\ncall it, and with bowed shoulders, staggers off with it as if he were a\r\ngrenadier carrying a dead comrade from the field. Extending it upon the\r\nforecastle deck, he now proceeds cylindrically to remove its dark pelt,\r\nas an African hunter the pelt of a boa. This done he turns the pelt\r\ninside out, like a pantaloon leg; gives it a good stretching, so as\r\nalmost to double its diameter; and at last hangs it, well spread, in\r\nthe rigging, to dry. Ere long, it is taken down; when removing some\r\nthree feet of it, towards the pointed extremity, and then cutting two\r\nslits for arm-holes at the other end, he lengthwise slips himself\r\nbodily into it. The mincer now stands before you invested in the full\r\ncanonicals of his calling. Immemorial to all his order, this\r\ninvestiture alone will adequately protect him, while employed in the\r\npeculiar functions of his office.\r\n\r\nThat office consists in mincing the horse-pieces of blubber for the\r\npots; an operation which is conducted at a curious wooden horse,\r\nplanted endwise against the bulwarks, and with a capacious tub beneath\r\nit, into which the minced pieces drop, fast as the sheets from a rapt\r\norator’s desk. Arrayed in decent black; occupying a conspicuous pulpit;\r\nintent on bible leaves; what a candidate for an archbishopric, what a\r\nlad for a Pope were this mincer!*\r\n\r\n*Bible leaves! Bible leaves! This is the invariable cry from the mates\r\nto the mincer. It enjoins him to be careful, and cut his work into as\r\nthin slices as possible, inasmuch as by so doing the business of\r\nboiling out the oil is much accelerated, and its quantity considerably\r\nincreased, besides perhaps improving it in quality.\r\n\r\n\r","title":"CHAPTER 95. The Cassock."},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AK83BA227D6NY5BT040FM","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMA8ZSZE2W4FPM48H6WCY","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMA8ZBTY949CN1GV7YMZ7","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:33.055Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:51:03.813Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}