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Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else. For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn around suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.
But for the storm that flung up barriersof wind and wave, The Amistad, señores,would have reached the port of Príncipe in two,three days at most; but for the storm we shouldhave been prepared for what befell.Swift as a puma's leap it came. There wasthat interval of moonless calm filled onlywith the water's and the rigging's usual sounds,then sudden movement, blows and snarling criesand they had fallen on us with macheteand marlinspike. It was as though the veryair, the night itself were striking us.Exhausted by the rigors of the storm,we were no match for them. Our men went downbefore the murderous Africans. Our loyalCelestino ran from below with gunand lantern and I saw, before the cane-knife's wounding flash, Cinquez,that surly brute who calls himself a prince,directing, urging on the ghastly work.
But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.
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