“Start her, start her, my men! Don’t hurry yourselves; take plenty of time — but start her; start her like thunder-claps, that’s all,” cried Stubb, spluttering out the smoke as he spoke.

“Start her, now; give ’em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy — start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool — cucumbers is the word — easy, easy — only start her like grim death and grinning devils, and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves, boys — that’s all. Start her!”

“Woo-hoo! Wa-hee!” screamed the Gay-Header in reply, raising some old war-whoop to the skies; as every oarsman in the strained boat involuntarily bounced forward with the one tremendous leading stroke which the eager Indian gave.