NextmorningStubbaccostedFlask. “Suchaqueerdream,King-Post,Ineverhad. Youknowtheoldman’sivoryleg,wellIdreamedhekickedmewithit;andwhenItriedtokickback,uponmysoul,mylittleman,Ikickedmylegrightoff!Andthen,presto! Ahabseemedapyramid,andIlikeablazingfool,keptkickingatit. Butwhatwasstillmorecurious,Flask-youknowhowcuriousalldreamsare-throughallthisragethatIwasin,Isomehowseemedtobethinkingtomyself,thatafterall,itwasnotmuchofaninsult,thatkickfromAhab.‘Why,’thinksI,‘what’stherow?It’snotarealleg,onlyafalseone.’ Andthere’samightydifferencebetweenalivingthumpandadeadthump. That’swhatmakesablowfromthehand,Flask,fiftytimesmoresavagetobearthanablowfromacane. Thelivingmember-thatmakesthelivinginsult,mylittleman. AndthinksItomyselfallthewhile,mind,whileIwasstubbingmysillytoesagainstthatcursedpyramid-soconfoundedlycontradictorywasitall,allthewhile,Isay,Iwasthinkingtomyself,‘what’shislegnow,butacane-.awhale-bonecane. Yes,’thinksI,‘itwasonlyaplayfulcudgelling-infact,onlyawhaleboningthathegaveme-notabasekick. Besides,’thinksI,‘lookatitonce;why,theendofit-thefootpart-whatasmallsortofenditis;whereas,ifabroadfootedfarmerkickedme,there’sadevilishbroadinsult. Butthisinsultiswhittleddowntoapointonly.’ Butnowcomesthegreatestjokeofthedream,Flask. WhileIwasbatteringawayatthepyramid,asortofbadger-hairedoldmerman,withahumponhisback,takesmebytheshoulders,andslewsmeround.‘Whatareyou‘bout?’sayshe.Slid!man,butIwasfrightened.Suchaphiz! But,somehow,nextmomentIwasoverthefright.‘WhatamIabout?’saysIatlast. ‘Andwhatbusinessisthatofyours,Ishouldliketoknow,Mr.Humpback?Doyouwantakick?’ Bythelord,Flask,Ihadnosoonersaidthat,thanheturnedroundhissterntome,bentover,anddraggingupalotofseaweedhehadforaclout-whatdoyouthink,Isaw? -whythunderalive,man,hissternwasstuckfullofmarlinspikes,withthepointsout. SaysIonsecondthought,‘IguessIwon’tkickyou,oldfellow.’ ‘WiseStubb,’saidhe,‘wiseStubb;’andkeptmutteringitallthetime,asortofeatingofhisgumslikeachimneyhag. Seeinghewasn’tgoingtostopsayingoverhis‘wiseStubb,wiseStubb,’IthoughtImightaswellfalltokickingthepyramidagain. ButIhadonlyjustliftedmyfootforit,whenheroaredout,‘Stopthatkicking!’ ‘Halloa,’saysI,‘what’sthematternow,oldfellow?’ ‘Lookyehere,’sayshe;‘let’sarguetheinsult.CaptainAhabkickedye,didn’the?’ ‘Yes,hedid,’saysI-‘righthereitwas.’ ‘Verygood,’sayshe-‘heusedhisivoryleg,didn’the?’ ‘Yes,hedid,’saysI.‘Wellthen,’sayshe,‘wiseStubb,whathaveyoutocomplainof?Didn’thekickwithrightgoodwill? itwasn’tacommonpitchpineleghekickedwith,wasit? No,youwerekickedbyagreatman,andwithabeautifulivoryleg,Stubb.It’sanhonor;Iconsideritanhonor.Listen,wiseStubb. InoldEnglandthegreatestlordsthinkitgreatglorytobeslappedbyaqueen,andmadegarter-knightsof;but,beyourboast,Stubb,thatyewerekickedbyoldAhab,andmadeawisemanof. RememberwhatIsay;bekickedbyhim;accounthiskickshonors;andonnoaccountkickback;foryoucan’thelpyourself,wiseStubb.Don’tyouseethatpyramid?’ Withthat,heallofasuddenseemedsomehow,insomequeerfashion,toswimoffintotheair. Isnored;rolledover;andthereIwasinmyhammock! Now,whatdoyouthinkofthatdream,Flask?” “Idon’tknow;itseemsasortoffoolishtome,tho.’” “Maybe;maybe.Butit’smadeawisemanofme,Flask. D’yeseeAhabstandingthere,sidewayslookingoverthestern? Well,thebestthingyoucando,Flask,istolettheoldmanalone;neverspeaktohim,whateverhesays.Halloa!What’sthatheshouts?Hark!” “Mast-head,there!Looksharp,allofye!Therearewhaleshereabouts! Ifyeseeawhiteone,splityourlungsforhim! “Whatdoyouthinkofthatnow,Flask?ain’tthereasmalldropofsomethingqueeraboutthat,eh?Awhitewhale-didyemarkthat,man? Lookye-there’ssomethingspecialinthewind.Standbyforit,Flask. Ahabhasthatthat’sbloodyonhismind.But,mum;hecomesthisway.”