The coffin laid upon two line-tubs, between the vice-bench and the open hatchway; —
the Carpenter caulking its seams; the string of twisted oakum slowly unwinding from a large roll of it placed in the bosom of his frock. —
–Ahab comes slowly from the cabin-gangway, and hears Pip following him.
Back lad; I will be with ye again presently. He goes! —
Not this hand complies with my humor more genially than that boy. —
– Middle aisle of a church! What’s here?”
“Life-buoy, sir. Mr. Starbuck’s orders. Oh, look, sir! Beware the hatchway!”
“Thank ye, man. Thy coffin lies handy to the vault.”
“Sir? The hatchway? oh! So it does, sir, so it does.”
“Art not thou the leg-maker? Look, did not this stump come from thy shop?”
“I believe it did, sir; does the ferrule stand, sir?”
“Well enough. But art thou not also the undertaker?”
“Aye, sir; I patched up this thing here as a coffin for Queequeg; —
but they’ve set me now to turning it into something else.”
“Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping, intermeddling, monopolizing, heathenish old scamp, to be one day making legs, and the next day coffins to clap them in, and yet again life-buoys out of those same coffins? —
Thou art as unprincipled as the gods, and as much of a jack-of-all-trades.”
“But I do not mean anything, sir. I do as I do.”
“The gods again. Hark ye, dost thou not ever sing working about a coffin? —
The Titans, they say, hummed snatches when chipping out the craters for volcanoes; —
and the grave-digger in the play sings, spade in hand. Dost thou never?”
“Sing, sir? Do I sing? Oh, I’m indifferent enough, sir, for that; —
but the reason why the grave-digger made music must have been because there was none in his spade, sir. —
But the caulking mallet is full of it. Hark to it.”
“Aye, and that’s because the lid there’s a sounding-board; —
and what in all things makes the sounding-board is this– there’s naught beneath. —
And yet, a coffin with a body in it rings pretty much the same, Carpenter. —
Hast thou ever helped carry a bier, and heard the coffin knock against the churchyard gate, going in?
“Faith, sir, I’ve-”
“Faith? What’s that?”
“Why, faith, sir, it’s only a sort of exclamation-like– that’s all, sir.”
“Um, um; go on.”
“I was about to say, sir, that-”
“Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroud out of thyself? —
Look at thy bosom! Despatch! and get these traps out of sight.”
“He goes aft. That was sudden, now; but squalls come sudden in hot latitudes. —
I’ve heard that the Isle of Albermarle, one of the Gallipagos, is cut by the Equator right in the middle. —
Seems to me some sort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. —
He’s always under the Line–fiery hot, I tell ye! He’s looking this way–come, oakum; quick. —
Here we go again. This wooden mallet is the cork, and I’m the professor of musical glasses–tap, tap!”
(Ahab to himself)
“There’s a sight! There’s a sound! The greyheaded wood-pecker tapping the hollow tree! —
Blind and dumb might well be envied now. See! that thing rests on two line-tubs, full of tow-lines. —
A most malicious wag, that fellow. Rat-tat! So man’s seconds tick! Oh! —
how immaterial are all materials! What things real are there, but imponderable thoughts? —
Here now’s the very dreaded symbol of grim death, by a mere hap, made the expressive sign of the help and hope of most endangered life. —
A life-buoy of a coffin! Does it go further? —
Can it be that in some spiritual sense the coffin is, after all, but an immortality-preserver! —
I’ll think of that. But no. So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me. —
Will ye never have done, Carpenter, with that accursed sound? I go below; —
let me not see that thing here when I return again. Now, then, Pip, we’ll talk this over; —
I do suck most wondrous philosophies from thee! —
Some unknown conduits from the unknown worlds must empty into thee!”