CHAPTER 94

  A Squeeze of the Hand

  That whale of Stubb's, so dearly purchased, was duly brought to

the Pequod's side, where all those cutting and hoisting operations

previously detailed, were regularly gone through, even to the baling

of the Heidelburgh Tun, or Case.

  While some were occupied with this latter duty, others were employed

in dragging away the larger tubs, so soon as filled with the sperm;

and when the proper time arrived, this same sperm was carefully

manipulated ere going to the try-works, of which anon.

  It had cooled and crystallized to such a degree, that when, with

several others, I sat down before a large Constantine's bath of it,

I found it strangely concreted into lumps, here and there rolling

about in the liquid part. It was our business to squeeze these lumps

back into fluid. A sweet and unctuous duty! No wonder that in old

times sperm was such a favorite cosmetic. Such a clearer! such a

sweetener! such a softener; such a delicious mollifier! After having

my hands in it for only a few minutes, my fingers felt like eels,

and began, as it were, to serpentine and spiralize.

  As I sat there at my ease, cross-legged on the deck; after the

bitter exertion at the windlass; under a blue tranquil sky; the ship

under indolent sail, and gliding so serenely along; as I bathed my

hands among those soft, gentle globules of infiltrated tissues, wove

almost within the hour; as they richly broke to my fingers, and

discharged all their opulence, like fully ripe grapes their wine;

as. I snuffed up that uncontaminated aroma,- literally and truly, like

the smell of spring violets; I declare to you, that for the time I

lived as in a musky meadow; I forgot all about our horrible oath; in

that inexpressible sperm, I washed my hands and my heart of it; I

almost began to credit the old Paracelsan superstition that sperm is

of rare virtue in allaying the heat of anger; while bathing in that

bath, I felt divinely free from all ill-will, or petulance, or malice,

of any sort whatsoever.

  Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that

sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm

till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself

unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their

hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate,

friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I

was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their

eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,- Oh! my dear fellow beings, why

should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the

slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round;

nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze

ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

  Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now,

since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that

in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit

of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or

the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle,

the fire-side; the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am

ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the

night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a

jar of spermaceti.

  Now, while discoursing of sperm it behooves to speak of other things

akin to it, in the business of preparing the sperm whale for the

try-works.

  First comes white-horse, so called, which is obtained from the

tapering part of the fish, and also from the thicker portions of his

flukes. It is tough with congealed tendons- a wad of muscle- but still

contains some oil. After being severed from the whale, the white-horse

is first cut into portable oblongs ere going to the mincer. They

look much like blocks of Berkshire marble.

  Plum-pudding is the term bestowed upon certain fragmentary parts

of the whale's flesh, here and there adhering to the blanket of

blubber, and often participating to a considerable degree in its

unctuousness. It is a most refreshing, convivial, beautiful object

to behold. As its name imports, it is of an exceedingly rich,

mottled tint, with a bestreaked snowy and golden ground, dotted with

spots of the deepest crimson and purple. It is plums of rubies, in

pictures of citron. Spite of reason, it is hard to keep yourself

from eating it. I confess, that once I stole behind the foremast to

try it. It tasted something as I should conceive a royal cutlet from

the thigh of Louis le Gros might have tasted, supposing him to have

been killed the first day after the venison season, and that

particular venison season contemporary with an unusually fine

vintage of the vineyards of Champagne.

  There is another substance, and a very singular one, which turns

up in the course of this business, but which I feel it to be very

puzzling adequately to describe. It is called slobgollion; an

appellation original with the whalemen, and even so is the nature of

the substance. It is an ineffably oozy, stringy affair, most

frequently found in the tubs of sperm, after a prolonged squeezing,

and subsequent decanting. I hold it to be the wondrously thin,

ruptured membranes of the case, coalescing.

  Gurry, so called, is a term properly belonging to right whalemen,

but sometimes incidentally used by the sperm fishermen. It

designates the dark, glutinous substance which is scraped off the back

of the Greenland or right whale, and much of which covers the decks of

those inferior souls who hunt that ignoble Leviathan.

  Nippers. Strictly this word is not indigenous to the whale's

vocabulary. But as applied by whalemen, it becomes so. A whaleman's

nipper is a short firm strip of tendinous stuff cut from the

tapering part of Leviathan's tail: it averages an inch in thickness,

and for the rest, is about the size of the iron part of a hoe.

Edgewise moved along the oily deck, it operates like a leathern

squilgee; and by nameless blandishments, as of magic, allures along

with it all impurities.

  But to learn all about these recondite matters, your best way is

at once to descend into the blubber-room, and have a long talk with

its inmates. This place has previously been mentioned as the

receptacle for the blanket-pieces, when stript and hoisted from the

whale. When the proper time arrives for cutting up its contents,

this apartment is a scene of terror to all tyros, especially by night.

On one side, lit by a dull lantern, a space has been left clear for

the workmen. They generally go in pairs,- a pike-and-gaffman and a

spade-man. The whaling-pike is similar to a frigate's

boarding-weapon of the same name. The gaff is something like a

boat-hook. With his gaff, the gaffman hooks on to a sheet of

blubber, and strives to hold it from slipping, as the ship pitches and

lurches about. Meanwhile, the spade-man stands on the sheet itself,

perpendicularly chopping it into the portable horse-pieces. This spade

is sharp as hone can make it; the spademan's feet are shoeless; the

thing he stands on will sometimes irresistibly slide away from him,

like a sledge. If he cuts off one of his own toes, or one of his

assistants', would you be very much astonished? Toes are scarce

among veteran blubber-room men.