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CHAPTER 129 . The Cabin . ( Ahab moving to go on deck ; Pip catches him by the hand to follow . ) “ Lad , lad , I tell thee thou must not follow Ahab now . The hour is coming when Ahab would not scare thee from him , yet would not have thee by him . There is that in thee , poor lad , which I feel too curing to my malady . Like cures like ; and for this hunt , my malady becomes my most desired health . Do thou abide below here , where they shall serve thee , as if thou wert the captain . Aye , lad , thou shalt sit here in my own screwed chair ; another screw to it , thou must be . ” “ No , no , no ! ye have not a whole body , sir ; do ye but use poor me for your one lost leg ; only tread upon me , sir ; I ask no more , so I remain a part of ye . ” “ Oh ! spite of million villains , this makes me a bigot in the fadeless fidelity of man ! — and a black ! and crazy ! — but methinks like - cures - like applies to him too ; he grows so sane again . ” “ They tell me , sir , that Stubb did once desert poor little Pip , whose drowned bones now show white , for all the blackness of his living skin . But I will never desert ye , sir , as Stubb did him . Sir , I must go with ye . ” “ If thou speakest thus to me much more , Ahab’s purpose keels up in him . I tell thee no ; it cannot be . ” “ Oh good master , master , master ! ” “ Weep so , and I will murder thee ! have a care , for Ahab too is mad . Listen , and thou wilt often hear my ivory foot upon the deck , and still know that I am there . And now I quit thee . Thy hand ! — Met ! True art thou , lad , as the circumference to its centre . So : God for ever bless thee ; and if it come to that , — God for ever save thee , let what will befall . ” ( Ahab goes ; Pip steps one step forward . ) “ Here he this instant stood ; I stand in his air , — but I’m alone . Now were even poor Pip here I could endure it , but he’s missing . Pip ! Pip ! Ding , dong , ding ! Who’s seen Pip ? He must be up here ; let’s try the door . What ? neither lock , nor bolt , nor bar ; and yet there’s no opening it . It must be the spell ; he told me to stay here : Aye , and told me this screwed chair was mine . Here , then , I’ll seat me , against the transom , in the ship’s full middle , all her keel and her three masts before me . Here , our old sailors say , in their black seventy - fours great admirals sometimes sit at table , and lord it over rows of captains and lieutenants . Ha ! what’s this ? epaulets ! epaulets ! the epaulets all come crowding ! Pass round the decanters ; glad to see ye ; fill up , monsieurs ! What an odd feeling , now , when a black boy’s host to white men with gold lace upon their coats ! — Monsieurs , have ye seen one Pip ? — a little negro lad , five feet high , hang - dog look , and cowardly ! Jumped from a whale - boat once ; — seen him ? No ! Well then , fill up again , captains , and let’s drink shame upon all cowards ! I name no names . Shame upon them ! Put one foot upon the table . Shame upon all cowards . — Hist ! above there , I hear ivory — Oh , master ! master ! I am indeed down - hearted when you walk over me . But here I’ll stay , though this stern strikes rocks ; and they bulge through ; and oysters come to join me . ”
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