“No need, gentlemen; one moment, and I proceed. — Now, gentlemen, so suddenly perceiving the snowy whale within fifty yards of the ship — forgetful of the compact among the crew — in the excitement of the moment, the Teneriffe man had instinctively and involuntarily lifted his voice for the monster, though for some little time past it had been plainly beheld from the three sullen mast-heads.

All was now a phrensy. ‘The White Whale — the White Whale!’ was the cry from captain, mates, and harpooneers, who, undeterred by fearful rumours, were all anxious to capture so famous and precious a fish; while the dogged crew eyed askance, and with curses, the appalling beauty of the vast milky mass, that lit up by a horizontal spangling sun, shifted and glistened like a living opal in the