Into the Sea, a Whale Slackened His Flight.

In the old dutch fishery, a mop was used to dash the running line with water. Stubb and tashtego here changed places, stem for stern, a staggering business. More turns were taken so that the line began holding its place. The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark, all fins. When reaching far over, the bow stub slowly churned his long, sharp lance into the fish and kept it there,. carefully, churning and churning as if cautiously seeking to feel after some gold watch he might have swallowed. But that gold watch he sought was the innermost life of the fish, and now it has struck. At last,