CHAPTER XXXI. QUEEN MAB


Next morning Stubb accosted Flask.

"Such a queer dream, King-Post, I never had. You know the old man's
ivory leg, well I dreamed he kicked me with it; and when I tried to
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 know how
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 leg.' 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 times more savage to bear than a blow from a cane.
The living member--that makes the living insult, my little man. And
thinks I to myself all the while, mind, while I was stubbing my silly
toes against that 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 whalebone cane. Yes,' thinks I, 'it was only a
playful cudgelling--in fact, only a whaleboning that he gave me--not a
base kick. Besides,' thinks I, 'look at it once; why, the end of it--the
foot part--what a small sort of end it is; whereas, if a broad footed
farmer kicked me, there's a devilish broad insult. But this insult is
whittled down to a point only.' But now comes the greatest joke of the
dream, Flask. While I was battering away at the pyramid, a sort of
badger-haired old merman, with a hump on 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 turned
round his stern to me, bent over, and dragging up a lot of seaweed he
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 thoughts, 'I guess I won't kick you, old fellow.' 'Wise Stubb,'
said he, 'wise Stubb;' and kept muttering it all the 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 here it 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 have you to complain of? Didn't he kick with right good
will? it wasn't a common pitch pine leg he kicked with, was it? No, you
were kicked by a great man, and with a beautiful ivory leg, Stubb. It's
an honor; I consider it an honor. Listen, wise Stubb. In old England
the greatest lords think it great glory to be slapped by a queen, and
made garter-knights of; but, be your boast, Stubb, that ye were
kicked 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 was in 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 Ahab
standing there, sideways looking over the stern? Well, the best thing
you can do, Flask, is to let that 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 d'ye think of that now, Flask? ain't there a small drop of
something queer about that, eh? A white whale--did ye mark 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."




