page 101: Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic. page 102: ...better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee... page 103: ...let me assure ye that many a veteran who has freely marched up to a battery, would quickly recoil at the apparition of the sperm whale's vast tail, fanning into eddies the air over his head. page 104: Why did the Dutch in DeWitt's time have admirals of their whaling fleets? page 105: The whale has no famous author, and whaling no famous chronicler... page 106: Whaling not respectable? Whaling is imperial! By old English statutory law, the whale is declared 'a royal fish'. page 107: ...for a whale-ship was my Yale College and my Harvard. page 108: The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent. He was a long, earnest man... page 109: 'I will have no man in my boat,' said Starbuck, 'who is not afraid of a whale.' page 110: Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meagre faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes.
page 111: Stubb was the second mate. He was a native of Cape Cod; and hence, according to local usage, was called a Cape-Cod-man. A happy-go-lucky; neither craven nor valiant; taking perils as they came with an indifferent air... page 112: The third mate was Flask, a native of Tisbury, in Martha's Vineyard. A short, stout, ruddy young fellow, very pugnacious concerning whales, who somehow seemed to think that the great Leviathans had personally and hereditarily affronted him; and therefore it was a sort of point of honor with him, to destroy them whenever encountered. page 113: Next was Tashtego, an unmixed Indian from Gay Head, the most westerly promontory of Martha's Vineyard, where there still exists the last remnant of a village of red men, which has long supplied the neighboring island of Nantucket with many of her most daring harpooneers. page 114: Third among the harpooneers was Daggoo, a gigantic, coal-black negro-savage, with a lion-like tread - an Ahasuerus to behold. Suspended from his ears were two golden hoops, so large that the sailors called them ring-bolts... page 115: For several days after leaving Nantucket, nothing above hatches was seen of Captain Ahab. page 116: But it was especially the aspect of the three chief officers of the ship, the mates, which was most forcibly calculated to allay these colorless misgivings, and induce confidence and cheerfulness in every presentment of the voyage. page 117: Reality outran apprehension; Captain Ahab stood upon his quarter-deck. page 118: Upon each side of the Pequod's quarter deck, and pretty close to the mizen shrouds, there was an auger hole, bored about half an inch or so, into the plank. His bone leg steadied in that hole... page 119: The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow. page 120: Starting at the unforeseen concluding exclamation of the so suddenly scornful old man, Stubb was speechless a moment; then said excitedly, 'I am not used to be spoken to that way, sir; I do but less than half like it, sir.'
page 121: As he said this, Ahab advanced upon him with such overbearing terrors in his aspect, that Stubb involuntarily retreated. page 122: For a Khan of the plank, and a king of the sea, and a great lord of Leviathans was Ahab. page 123: He tossed the still lighted pipe into the sea. The fire hissed in the waves... page 124: ... a sort of badger-haired old merman, with a hump on his back, takes me by the shoulders, and slews me round. page 125: 'What d'ye think of that now, Flask? ain't there a small drop of something queer about that, eh? a white whale — did ye mark that, man? Look ye — there's something special in the wind. Stand by for it, Flask.' page 126: Of the names in this list of whale authors, only those following Owen ever saw living whales; and but one of them was a real professional harpooneer and whaleman. I mean Captain Scoresby. page 127: As yet, however, the Sperm Whale, scientific or poetic, lives not complete in any literature. Far above all other hunted whales, his is an unwritten life. page 128: To be short, then, a whale is a spouting fish with a horizontal tail. There you have him. page 129: BOOK I. (Folio), Chapter I. (Sperm Whale). page 130: BOOK I. (Folio), Chapter II. (Right Whale).
page 131: The Fin-Back is not gregarious. He seems a whale-hater, as some men are man-haters. Very shy; always going solitary; unexpectedly rising to the surface in the remotest and most sullen waters... page 132: BOOK I. (Folio), Chapter IV. (Hump Back). page 133: BOOK I. (Folio), Chapter VI. (Sulphur Bottom). page 134: BOOK II. (Octavo), Chapter III. (Narwhale)... page 135: BOOK II. (Octavo), Chapter V. (Thrasher). page 136: BOOK III. (Duodecimo), Chapter II. (Algerine Porpoise). page 137: BOOK III. (Duodecimo), Chapter III. (Mealy-mouthed Porpoise). page 138: ...two centuries and more ago, the command of a whale ship was not wholly lodged in the person now called the captain, but was divided between him and an officer called the Specksynder. Literally this word means Fat-Cutter... page 139: ...night watches on a whaling ground... page 140: That certain sultanism of his brain...
page 141: It is noon; and Dough-Boy, the steward, thrusting his pale loaf-of-bread face from the cabin-scuttle, announces dinner to his lord and master... page 142: With one mind, their intent eyes all fastened upon the old man's knife, as he carved the chief dish before him. page 143: For what he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him. page 144: ...while Tashtego, knife in hand, began laying out the circle preliminary to scalping him. page 145: But, doubtless, this noble savage fed strong and drank deep of the abounding element of air... page 146: ... so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab's soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom! page 147: Of modern standers-of-mast-heads we have but a lifeless set; mere stone, iron, and bronze men... page 148: There you stand, a hundred feet above the silent decks, striding along the deep, as if the masts were gigantic stilts, while beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters of the sea... page 149: ...for as the soul is glued inside of its fleshly tabernacle... page 150: ...vagrant sea unicorns infesting those waters...