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Seeing how matters\r\nstood, and what a noble great whale it was—the noblest and biggest I\r\never saw, sir, in my life—I resolved to capture him, spite of the\r\nboiling rage he seemed to be in. And thinking the hap-hazard line would\r\nget loose, or the tooth it was tangled to might draw (for I have a\r\ndevil of a boat’s crew for a pull on a whale-line); seeing all this, I\r\nsay, I jumped into my first mate’s boat—Mr. Mounttop’s here (by the\r\nway, Captain—Mounttop; Mounttop—the captain);—as I was saying, I jumped\r\ninto Mounttop’s boat, which, d’ye see, was gunwale and gunwale with\r\nmine, then; and snatching the first harpoon, let this old\r\ngreat-grandfather have it. But, Lord, look you, sir—hearts and souls\r\nalive, man—the next instant, in a jiff, I was blind as a bat—both eyes\r\nout—all befogged and bedeadened with black foam—the whale’s tail\r\nlooming straight up out of it, perpendicular in the air, like a marble\r\nsteeple. No use sterning all, then; but as I was groping at midday,\r\nwith a blinding sun, all crown-jewels; as I was groping, I say, after\r\nthe second iron, to toss it overboard—down comes the tail like a Lima\r\ntower, cutting my boat in two, leaving each half in splinters; and,\r\nflukes first, the white hump backed through the wreck, as though it was\r\nall chips. We all struck out. To escape his terrible flailings, I\r\nseized hold of my harpoon-pole sticking in him, and for a moment clung\r\nto that like a sucking fish. But a combing sea dashed me off, and at\r\nthe same instant, the fish, taking one good dart forwards, went down\r\nlike a flash; and the barb of that cursed second iron towing along near\r\nme caught me here” (clapping his hand just below his shoulder); “yes,\r\ncaught me just here, I say, and bore me down to Hell’s flames, I was\r\nthinking; when, when, all of a sudden, thank the good God, the barb\r\nript its way along the flesh—clear along the whole length of my\r\narm—came out nigh my wrist, and up I floated;—and that gentleman there\r\nwill tell you the rest (by the way, captain—Dr. Bunger, ship’s surgeon:\r\nBunger, my lad,—the captain). Now, Bunger boy, spin your part of the\r\nyarn.”\r\n\r\nThe professional gentleman thus familiarly pointed out, had been all\r\nthe time standing near them, with nothing specific visible, to denote\r\nhis gentlemanly rank on board. His face was an exceedingly round but\r\nsober one; he was dressed in a faded blue woollen frock or shirt, and\r\npatched trowsers; and had thus far been dividing his attention between\r\na marlingspike he held in one hand, and a pill-box held in the other,\r\noccasionally casting a critical glance at the ivory limbs of the two\r\ncrippled captains. But, at his superior’s introduction of him to Ahab,\r\nhe politely bowed, and straightway went on to do his captain’s bidding.\r\n\r\n“It was a shocking bad wound,” began the whale-surgeon; “and, taking my\r\nadvice, Captain Boomer here, stood our old Sammy—”\r\n\r\n“Samuel Enderby is the name of my ship,” interrupted the one-armed\r\ncaptain, addressing Ahab; “go on, boy.”\r\n\r\n“Stood our old Sammy off to the northward, to get out of the blazing\r\nhot weather there on the Line. But it was no use—I did all I could; sat\r\nup with him nights; was very severe with him in the matter of diet—”\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AMA8Z3SXF809T8S42QJDB","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AP9343VY6JPPHQ0C0V2W9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AP93CW2H6D4G378DS8YRC","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:37.380Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:54.278Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}