1 The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark all fins.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 61. Stubb Kills a Whale. 2 To every pitch of the ship there was a pitch of the boiling oil, which seemed all eagerness to leap into their faces.
3 Fishiest of all fishy places was the Try Pots, which well deserved its name; for the pots there were always boiling chowders.
4 It enjoins him to be careful, and cut his work into as thin slices as possible, inasmuch as by so doing the business of boiling out the oil is much accelerated, and its quantity considerably increased, besides perhaps improving it in quality.
5 From the ship, the smoke of the torments of the boiling whale is going up like the smoke over a village of smithies; and to windward, a black cloud, rising up with earnest of squalls and rains, seems to quicken the activity of the excited seamen.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 56. Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, and ... 6 But all this is quite different with a South Sea Sperm Whaler; which in a voyage of four years perhaps, after completely filling her hold with oil, does not, perhaps, consume fifty days in the business of boiling out; and in the state that it is casked, the oil is nearly scentless.
7 The prow of the boat is partially unbroken, and is drawn just balancing upon the monster's spine; and standing in that prow, for that one single incomputable flash of time, you behold an oarsman, half shrouded by the incensed boiling spout of the whale, and in the act of leaping, as if from a precipice.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 56. Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, and ... 8 Why such a whale became thus marked was not altogether and originally owing to his bodily peculiarities as distinguished from other whales; for however peculiar in that respect any chance whale may be, they soon put an end to his peculiarities by killing him, and boiling him down into a peculiarly valuable oil.
9 And now it is struck; for, starting from his trance into that unspeakable thing called his "flurry," the monster horribly wallowed in his blood, overwrapped himself in impenetrable, mad, boiling spray, so that the imperilled craft, instantly dropping astern, had much ado blindly to struggle out from that phrensied twilight into the clear air of the day.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContextHighlight In CHAPTER 61. Stubb Kills a Whale.