Availinghimselfofthemild,summer-coolweatherthatnowreignedintheselatitudes,andinpreparationforthepeculiarlyactivepursuitsshortlytobeanticipated,Perth,thebegrimed,blisteredoldblacksmith,hadnotremovedhisportableforgetotheholdagain,afterconcludinghiscontributoryworkforAhab’sleg,butstillretaineditondeck,fastlashedtoringboltsbytheforemast;beingnowalmostincessantlyinvokedbytheheadsmen,andharpooneers,andbowsmentodosomelittlejobforthem;altering,orrepairing,ornewshapingtheirvariousweaponsandboatfurniture. Oftenhewouldbesurroundedbyaneagercircle,allwaitingtobeserved;holdingboat-spades,pikeheads,harpoons,andlances,andjealouslywatchinghiseverysootymovement,ashetoiled. Nevertheless,thisoldman’swasapatienthammerwieldedbyapatientarm. Nomurmur,noimpatience,nopetulancedidcomefromhim. Silent,slow,andsolemn;bowingoverstillfurtherhischronicallybrokenback,hetoiledaway,asiftoilwerelifeitself,andtheheavybeatingofhishammertheheavybeatingofhisheart.Andsoitwas.-Mostmiserable! Apeculiarwalkinthisoldman,acertainslightbutpainfulappearingyawinginhisgait,hadatanearlyperiodofthevoyageexcitedthecuriosityofthemariners. Andtotheimportunityoftheirpersistedquestioningshehadfinallygivenin;andsoitcametopassthateveryonenowknewtheshamefulstoryofhiswretchedfate. Belated,andnotinnocently,onebitterwinter’smidnight,ontheroadrunningbetweentwocountrytowns,theblacksmithhalf-stupidlyfeltthedeadlynumbnessstealingoverhim,andsoughtrefugeinaleaning,dilapidatedbarn. Theissuewas,thelossoftheextremitiesofbothfeet. Outofthisrevelation,partbypart,atlastcameoutthefouractsofthegladness,andtheonelong,andasyetuncatastrophiedfifthactofthegriefofhislife’sdrama. Hewasanoldman,who,attheageofnearlysixty,hadpostponedlyencounteredthatthinginsorrow’stechnicalscalledruin. Hehadbeenanartisanoffamedexcellence,andwithplentytodo;ownedahouseandgarden;embracedayouthful,daughter-like,lovingwife,andthreeblithe,ruddychildren;everySundaywenttoacheerful-lookingchurch,plantedinagrove. Butonenight,undercoverofdarkness,andfurtherconcealedinamostcunningdisguisement,adesperateburglarslidintohishappyhome,androbbedthemallofeverything. Anddarkeryettotell,theblacksmithhimselfdidignorantlyconductthisburglarintohisfamily’sheart.ItwastheBottleConjuror! Upontheopeningofthatfatalcork,forthflewthefiend,andshrivelleduphishome. Now,forprudent,mostwise,andeconomicreasons,theblacksmith’sshopwasinthebasementofhisdwelling,butwithaseparateentrancetoit;sothatalwayshadtheyoungandlovinghealthywifelistenedwithnounhappynervousness,butwithvigorouspleasure,tothestoutringingofheryoung-armedoldhusband’shammer;whosereverberations,muffledbypassingthroughthefloorsandwalls,cameuptoher,notunsweetly,inhernursery;andso,tostoutLabor’sironlullaby,theblacksmith’sinfantswererockedtoslumber. Oh,woeonwoe!Oh,Death,whycanstthounotsometimesbetimely? Hadstthoutakenthisoldblacksmithtothyselferehisfullruincameuponhim,thenhadtheyoungwidowhadadeliciousgrief,andherorphansatrulyvenerable,legendarysiretodreamofintheirafteryears;andallofthemacare-killingcompetency. ButDeathpluckeddownsomevirtuouselderbrother,onwhosewhistlingdailytoilsolelyhungtheresponsibilitiesofsomeotherfamily,andlefttheworsethanuselessoldmanstanding,tillthehideousrotoflifeshouldmakehimeasiertoharvest. Whytellthewhole?Theblowsofthebasementhammereverydaygrewmoreandmorebetween;andeachbloweverydaygrewfainterthanthelast;thewifesatfrozenatthewindow,withtearlesseyes,glitteringlygazingintotheweepingfacesofherchildren;thebellowsfell;theforgechokedupwithcinders;thehousewassold;themotherdiveddownintothelongchurch-yardgrass;herchildrentwicefollowedherthither;andthehouseless,familylessoldmanstaggeredoffavagabondincrape;hiseverywoeunreverenced;hisgreyheadascorntoflaxencurls! Deathseemstheonlydesirablesequelforacareerlikethis;butDeathisonlyalaunchingintotheregionofthestrangeUntried;itisbutthefirstsalutationtothepossibilitiesoftheimmenseRemote,theWild,theWatery,theUnshored;therefore,tothedeath-longingeyesofsuchmen,whostillhaveleftinthemsomeinteriorcompunctionsagainstsuicide,doestheall-contributedandall-receptiveoceanalluringlyspreadforthhiswholeplainofunimaginable,takingterrors,andwonderful,new-lifeadventures;andfromtheheartsofinfinitePacifics,thethousandmermaidssingtothem-“Comehither,broken-hearted;hereisanotherlifewithouttheguiltofintermediatedeath;herearewonderssupernatural,withoutdyingforthem. burythyselfinalifewhich,toyournowequallyabhorredandabhorring,landedworld,ismoreobliviousthandeath.domehither! putupthygrave-stone,too,withinthechurchyard,andcomehither,tillwemarrythee!” Hearkeningtothesevoices,EastandWest,byearlysunrise,andbyfallofeve,theblacksmith’ssoulresponded,Aye,Icome!AndsoPerthwenta-whaling.