CHAPTER 31
Queen Mab
Next morning Stubb accosted Flask.
"Such a queer dream, King-Post, I never had. You know the old man'sivory leg, well I dreamed he kicked me with it; and when I triedto kick back, upon my soul, my little man, I kicked my leg right off!And then, presto! Ahab seemed a pyramid, and I like a blazing fool,kept kicking at it. But what was still more curious, Flask--you knowhow curious all dreams are--through all this rage that I was in,I somehow seemed to be thinking to myself, that after all,it was not much of an insult, that kick from Ahab. 'Why,' thinks I,'what's the row? It's not a real leg, only a false one.'And there's a mighty difference between a living thump and a dead thump.That's what makes a blow from the hand, Flask, fifty timesmore savage to bear than a blow from a cane. The living member--that makes the living insult, my little man. And thinks I to myselfall the while, mind, while I was stubbing my silly toes againstthat cursed pyramid--so confoundedly contradictory was it all,all the while, I say, I was thinking to myself, 'what's his leg now,but a cane-. a whale-bone cane. Yes,' thinks I, 'it was onlya playful cudgelling--in fact, only a whaleboning that he gave me--not a base kick. Besides,' thinks I, 'look at it once; why, the endof it--the foot part--what a small sort of end it is; whereas, if abroad footed farmer kicked me, there's a devilish broad insult.But this insult is whittled down to a point only.' But now comesthe greatest joke of the dream, Flask. While I was battering awayat the pyramid, a sort of badger-haired old merman, with a humpon his back, takes me by the shoulders, and slews me round.'What are you 'bout?' says he. Slid! man, but I was frightened.Such a phiz! But, somehow, next moment I was over the fright.'What am I about?' says I at last. 'And what business is that of yours,I should like to know, Mr. Humpback? Do you want a kick?'By the lord, Flask, I had no sooner said that, than he turnedround his stern to me, bent over, and dragging up a lot of seaweedhe had for a clout--what do you think, I saw?--why thunder alive,man, his stern was stuck full of marlinspikes, with the points out.Says I on second thought, 'I guess I won't kick you, old fellow.''Wise Stubb,' said he, 'wise Stubb;' and kept muttering it allthe time, a sort of eating of his own gums like a chimney hag.Seeing he wasn't going to stop saying over his 'wise Stubb,wise Stubb,' I thought I might as well fall to kicking the pyramid again.But I had only just lifted my foot for it, when he roared out,'Stop that kicking!' 'Halloa,' says I, 'what's the matter now,old fellow?' 'Look ye here,' says he; 'let's argue the insult.Captain Ahab kicked ye, didn't he?' 'Yes, he did,' says I--'right hereit was.' 'Very good,' says he--'he used his ivory leg, didn't he?''Yes, he did,' says I. 'Well then,' says he, 'wise Stubb, what haveyou to complain of? Didn't he kick with right good will? it wasn'ta common pitch pine leg he kicked with, was it? No, you were kickedby a great man, and with a beautiful ivory leg, Stubb. It's an honor;I consider it an honor. Listen, wise Stubb. In old Englandthe greatest lords think it great glory to be slapped by a queen,and made garter-knights of; but, be your boast, Stubb, that ye werekicked by old Ahab, and made a wise man of. Remember what I say;be kicked by him; account his kicks honors; and on no account kick back;for you can't help yourself, wise Stubb. Don't you see that pyramid?'With that, he all of a sudden seemed somehow, in some queer fashion,to swim off into the air. I snored; rolled over; and there I wasin my hammock! Now, what do you think of that dream, Flask?"
"I don't know; it seems a sort of foolish to me, tho.'"
"May be; may be. But it's made a wise man of me, Flask. D'ye see Ahabstanding there, sideways looking over the stern? Well, the best thingyou can do, Flask, is to let the old man alone; never speak to him,whatever he says. Halloa! What's that he shouts? Hark!"
"Mast-head, there! Look sharp, all of ye! There are whales hereabouts!
If ye see a white one, split your lungs for him!
"What do you think of that now, Flask? ain't there a smalldrop of something queer about that, eh? A white whale--did yemark that, man? Look ye--there's something special in the wind.Stand by for it, Flask. Ahab has that that's bloody on his mind.But, mum; he comes this way."
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