Yes, the long calm was departing.
A low advancing hum was soon heard; and then like to the tumultuous
masses of block-ice when the great river Hudson breaks up in Spring,
the entire host of whales came tumbling upon their inner centre,
as if to pile themselves up in one common mountain. Instantly Starbuck
and Queequeg changed places; Starbuck taking the stern.
"Oars! Oars!" he intensely whispered, seizing the helm--"gripe
your oars, and clutch your souls, now! My God, men, stand by!
Shove him off, you Queequeg--the whale there!--prick him!--hit him!
Stand up--stand up, and stay so! Spring men--pull, men; never mind
their backs--scrape them!--scrape away!"
The boat was now all but jammed between two vast black bulks,
leaving a narrow Dardanelles between their long lengths.
But by desperate endeavor we at last shot into a temporary opening;
then giving way rapidly, and at the same time earnestly watching
for another outlet. After many similar hair-breadth escapes, we at
last swiftly glided into what had just been one of the outer circles,
but now crossed by random whales, all violently making for one centre.
This lucky salvation was cheaply purchased by the loss of Queequeg's
hat, who, while standing in the bows to prick the fugitive whales,
had his hat taken clean from his head by the air-eddy made by the sudden
tossing of a pair of broad flukes close by.
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