CXX
The Deck Towards the End of the First Night Watch
Ahab standing by the . Starbuck approaching him.
“We must send down the main-top- yard, sir. The band is working loose and the lee lift is half-. Shall I strike it, sir?”
“Strike nothing; it. If I had poles, I’d sway them up now.”
“Sir!—in God’s name!—sir?”
“Well.”
“The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get them inboard?”
“Strike nothing, and stir nothing, but lash everything. The wind rises, but it has not got up to my tablelands yet. Quick, and see to it.—By and ! he takes me for the skipper of some coasting smack. Send down my main-top-sail yard! Ho, gluepots! trucks were made for wildest winds, and this brain-truck of mine now the cloud-. Shall I strike that? Oh, none but cowards send down their brain-trucks in tempest time. What a hooroosh aloft there! I would e’en take it for sublime, did I not know that the colic is a noisy malady. Oh, take medicine, take medicine!”