This is the sixth in a series of essays on Melville’s novel.
“Isolatoes” may populate this novel, but social and political relations persist. The “gam”—a social meeting between two or more whale-ships at sea—endures as a tradition no other type of ocean-going ship upholds. Typically, sailors on the outward-bound ship give letters to the homeward-bound ship for delivery to families and sweethearts in Nantucket; in exchange, the homeward-bound sailors offer information on whales they’ve seen on their voyage. It is almost needless to say that Ahab has no use for such social exchanges, unless the other captain has seen Moby-Dick. But such single-minded and unsocial behavior can exact a political price.
“The Town-Ho’s Story” is the longest chapter of the book. A yarn within the yarn, it consists of a story Ishmael tells to a pair of “Spanish friends” at the Golden Inn in Lima, Peru, some time after the voyage of the Pequod. [1] A whale-ship out of Nantucket, manned mostly by Polynesians, the Town-Ho‘s name derives from another whaling tradition: Before whalemen shouted “There she blows” upon sighting a whale, they shouted “Town-Ho.” “Town” is an Indian word, originally signifying that the speaker had seen a whale twice—a confirmed sighting. In English it originally referred to a closed-in garden, and eventually to a small, urbanized community as distinguished from a village and from the countryside. All of these threads play into the yarn. As for “Ho,” it’s another ‘H’-expulsion of breath, as is the word for the monster whose presence it signifies.
Ahab does want to talk with the captain of this ship because the crew has encountered Moby-Dick. But there was “a secret part of the tragedy” that Ahab and his officers never learn, a part “which seemed obscurely to involve with the whale a certain wondrous, inverted visitation of one of those so called judgments of God which at times are said to overtake some men.” Tyrants and oligarchs alike isolate themselves from their subjects, even as they rule them. As a result, they fail to learn some things. They often attempt to overcome this handicap by forming a network of spies—secrecy against secrecy. Ahab and the officers seem not to have taken this precaution.
Cruising the Pacific Ocean, the Town-Ho had developed a slow leak, which its crew attributed fancifully or playfully to a swordfish. There was no real emergency, as the pumps kept the ship afloat. Most captains stay at sea under these conditions, as long as they are fairly close to land. Only when they are far out at sea does a captain begin to worry, and set sail for some harbor. The choice is thus a matter of prudential judgment made within the constraints of geographic location and the condition of the ship. A few decades later, when thinking about ‘ships of state,’ scholars would begin to call such matters ‘geopolitics.’ Such judgments are what rulers are expected to make; to question their judgment is to question their authority to rule, to threaten revolution, regime change—mutiny.
Regime conflict arose from a private conflict between Steelkilt, a “desperado” from Buffalo, New York, a “Lakeman”—a man who sailed the Great Lakes before signing on to the whale-ship—and Radney, the first mate, a sharp-edged Nantucketer. Ishmael explains to Pedro and Sebastian that the Great Lakes are “grand fresh-water seas,” having “many of the ocean’s noblest traits; with many of its rimmed varieties of races and climes.” These include “two great contrasting nations”—sharply contrasting indeed, as in the 1850s veterans of the War of 1812 still lived who remembered naval battles on those seas. On shore there are still military batteries, “wild barbarians,” and beasts of prey; on the seas, shipwrecks occur every year. “Thus, gentlemen, though an inlander, Steelkilt was wild-ocean born, and wild-ocean nurtured.” For his part, though a townsman, not a lakeman, Radney “was quite as vengeful and full of social quarrel as the backwoods seaman, fresh from the latitudes of buck-horn handled Bowie-knives.” Just as Radney had “some good-hearted traits” to go with his asperities, so Steelkilt “had long been retained harmless and docile,” and might have remained so, if treated with “inflexible firmness, only tempered by that common decency of human recognition which is the meanest slave’s right.” But Radney proved a poor ruler, “doomed and mad.” In this, he resembles Ahab, albeit with neither the intelligence nor the megalo-monomania. Radney was a tyrant, but a petty tyrant.
Somewhat concerned, Radney ordered the sails hoisted to speed the journey to the ship’s “island haven.” Because he was no coward, the sailors suspected his worry arose because he was a part-owner of the ship; so they joked, amongst themselves. The choice to change the ship’s course belongs to the captain; presumably, Radney persuaded him. But Radney had a problem in ruling, not with his captain or the sailors as a group but with one sailor in particular. “As you well know,” Ishmael tells his friends, “it is not seldom the case in this conventional world of ours—watery or otherwise; that when a person placed in command over his fellow-men finds one of them to be very significantly his superior in general pride of manhood, straightway against that man he conceives an unconquerable dislike and bitterness; and if he have a chance he will pull down and pulverize that subaltern’s tower, and make a little heap of dust out of it.” So Radney regarded Steelkilt, that “tall and noble animal with a head like a Roman” and “a brain, and a heart, and a soul in him… which had made Steelkilt Charlemagne, had he been born son to Charlemagne’s father.” Nature made Steelkilt a king, indeed an emperor, king of kings; chance and convention made him a subject, a sailor. By nature but not by convention, a Steelkilt should rule a Radney (a man “ugly as a mule; yet as hardy, as stubborn, as malicious”). Rule by convention is both necessary—a means of ruling the unruly—and at times unnatural, unjust, at least to the extent that justice may be said to retain some foothold in a ‘nature’ chaotic as the sea. Rule by convention is necessary because, as an earlier chapter taught us, many human beings will not obey rulers consistently without the habituation custom induces. The natural ruler who challenges conventional rule threatens the necessary conditions of any rule within a real, non-utopian human community. America’s Declaration of Independence, its founding revolutionary statement, acknowledges this: “Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.”
Given this morally compromised, politically tense, and emotionally grating circumstance, Radney “did not love Steelkilt, and Steelkilt knew it.” Steelkilt did enjoy a small measure of conventional authority as the leader of the pump gang which keeps the ship afloat. Seeing Radney draw near while they worked, he pretended not to notice him, bantering with his mates about Radney’s “investment,” his “estate” in the ship and his supposed over-caution motivated by that self-interest. For his part, Radney pretended not to hear the chatter; taking refuge in his conventional right to command, he angrily ordered the men to pump harder. They did. Radney then foolishly pressed his advantage. When the crew took a rest break, he ordered the exhausted Steelkilt to to sweep the deck, a menial task for boys; “plainly [he] meant to sting and insult Steelkilt, as though Radney had spat in his face.” Steelkilt exhibited his natural superiority by remaining calm and attempting to take refuge in a countervailing convention, pointing to the three boys who were the “customary sweepers.” Radney persisted, repeating his command and threatening Steelkilt with a hammer. Neither man backed down, Steelkilt warning Radney not to touch him with that hammer; when Radney did, Steelkilt broke his jaw with a punch. That would make it harder for Radney to issue orders, for a while.
Though justified by natural right, Steelkilt had no illusions about the hazards of having violated the legal conventions of the ship. He went for reinforcements from his two “comrades”—”Canallers,” that is, sailors who worked on the Erie Canal and would thus have a certain social connection with a sailor who had worked on the Great Lakes. This requires Ishmael to offer another explanation to his Spanish friends, who have never ventured into North America. The Erie Canal has many of the characteristics of the Great Lakes. It may be narrow but it is very long—360 miles “through the entire breadth of the state of New York,” with cities and villages, swamps and “affluent, cultivated fields,” vast forests, “noble Mohawk counties” but also “rows of snow-white chapels, whose spires stand almost like milestones.” “Snow-white” gives the reader pause, and indeed there is a touch of the Whale’s chaos even in them. The Canal consists of “one continuous stream of Venetianly corrupt and often lawless life,” a point on which Ishmael does not fail to recur to his schoolmasterly inclination to offer a lesson: “There howl your pagans; where you ever find them, next door to you; under the long-flung shadow, and the snug patronizing lee of churches. For by some curious fatality, as it is often noted of your metropolitan freebooters that they ever encamp around the halls of justice, so sinners, gentlemen, most abound in holiest vicinities.” At this point, a silent and unnamed listener interrupts to confirm Ishmael’s understanding of fatality. Acknowledging the guest’s courtesy in referring to “distant Venice” instead of “present Lima,” this self-professed native of Lima cites “the proverb all along this coast—’Corrupt as Lima.'” The citizens of Lima have self-knowledge, perhaps more than the citizens of the United States. The man is a sailor, too, saying he’s seen Venice—indeed as corrupt as Ishmael has claimed: “The holy city of the blessed evangelist, St. Mark!—St. Dominic, purge it!” he exclaims. Dominic founded a new and austere order within the Catholic Church, a new regime within that regime. Does New York State need a new regime? Can a redirected “Young America” give it one?
His veracity affirmed and encouraged, Ishmael continues his portrait of Canallers, men as “abundantly picturesque and wicked” as heroes in dramas; “like Mark Antony” (another revolutionary) along the Canal, the Yankee Nile, the Canaller “indolently floats, openly toying with his red-cheeked Cleopatra”; Shakespeare describes the original Cleopatra as having her cheeks alternately cooled and warmed by the fans her slaves wave over her. (It must be admitted that this wasn’t the last time a sailor would hail a whore aboard ship, in the hope of having his breath taken away.) “But ashore, all this effeminacy is dashed,” as he plays the “terror to the smiling innocence of the villages through which he floats.” Nonetheless, as with so many rough-edged men, including Steelkilt and even Radney, the Canaller has his “redeeming qualities,” proving as ready “to back a poor stranger in a strait, as to plunder a wealthy one.” One such befriended Ishmael, who evidently got himself into a strait at some point. Given these characteristics, Canallers are as much “distrusted by our whaling captains” as Aussies, proverbially a rough lot.”To many thousands of our rural boys and young men born along its line, the probationary life of the Grand Canal furnishes the sole transition between quietly reaping in a Christian corn-field, and recklessly ploughing the waters of the most barbaric seas.”
Don Pedro understands. “No need to travel! The world’s one Lima. I had thought, now, that at your temperate North the generations were cold and holy as the hills.—But the story,” he reminds Ishmael, who has digressed, with no shortness of breath.
In the ensuing brawl, Steelkilt and the Canallers fought two junior mates and four harpooneers, with other sailors joining in. Safely removed to the sidelines, “the valiant captain danced up and down with a whale-pike, calling upon his officers to manhandle that atrocious scoundrel,” but without much effect, as “Steelkilt and his desperadoes were too much for them all.” Barricading himself and his allies, Steelkilt opened negotiations, offering to return to work if the captain guaranteed no flogging: “Treat us decently,” he told the captain, “and we’re your men.” Faced with this dilemma of authority, this conflict of natural justice with the need to enforce convention, the captain refused; eventually Steelkilt and the other (now) nine mutineers agreed to be confined to the forecastle, where over the next five days the captain starved out all but the original three. At this point, Steelkilt proposed a breakout and a shipboard rampage but the Canallers betrayed him, tied him up, handed him over. For their pains, all of them were tied to the mizzen rigging, where the Canallers hung on either side of Steelkilt, like “the two crucified thieves” around Christ. Ishmael thus presents his Spanish-Catholic friends with a serious parody of the Crucifixion, a version suggesting that the Apostles deserted Christ (as indeed one of them, Peter, did). The parody preserves the nobility of the would-be savior of the ship from the tyrannical first mate and lackluster captain. But that nobility has a serpentine quality; this ‘Christ’ has a certain deviltry in him. As the captain prepares to flog the offender against the law of the ship, Steelkilt “hissed out something, inaudible to all but the Captain,” who hesitates and then desists. At this, Radney arose from his berth; hissed at similarly by Steelkit, he hesitated but flogged him anyway. What is the meaning of this serpentine hiss?
It may have something to do with the result of Steelkilt’s apparently failed revolution. Could he have whispered to the officers that his flogging would cause a violent revolt? However this may be, he had now won over the crew, effecting a real revolution underneath the superficial return to order. At his insistence, however, the sailors did not mutiny overtly, in action. He persuaded them rather to desert the ship after it reaches port and in the meantime to refuse to shout out if they sight a whale. In thus subverting the purpose of the regime by the means of a new social compact, Steelkilt destroyed the rule of his erstwhile masters. There shall be no “Town-ho!” cry on the Town-Ho, the men agreed. Thoreau-like civil disobedience will preserve the ship physically, maintain its regime nominally, while ending the regime effectively. Steelkilt has exacted public revenge on tyranny, with the prudence of a natural ruler.
However, as a man of still excessive spiritedness, an imperfect founder, Steelkilt wasn’t done with his private enemy. He plotted to murder Radney by smashing his head with an iron ball. Here the promised “wondrous, inverted visitation of one of those so called judgments of God” occurred. “A fool saved the would-be murderer from the bloody deed he planned,” but simultaneously provided him with the means of “complete revenge.” Revenge is mine, saith the LORD of the Bible; “by a mysterious fatality, Heaven itself seemed to step in to take out of his hands into its own the damning thing he would have done.” This begins with the action of the salvific fool, “forgetful of the compact among the crew,” who saw none other than Moby-Dick, and blurted out, “There she rolls!” Social compacts can prove vulnerable in the passion of the moment. This cry united the crew, sailors and officers alike, “anxious to capture so famous and precious a fish.” Ishmael again calls attention to the “strange fatality pervad[ing] the whole career of these events, as if verily mapped out before the world itself was charted”—as if providential, as if planned as Ahab in his cabin had planned, and as God does plan, according to the Bible. Fatality evidently works through the natural human desires for fame and fortune.
The whale-boats dropped into the sea and pursued the Whale. Radney ordered his crew to row right up to it, and Moby-Dick killed him for his zeal. Chaotic nature has its graces, even as rough Lakemen and Canallers have their virtues. Steelkilt, who crewed on Radney’s boat, cut the harpoon line, setting Moby-Dick free—one good turn deserving another. For his part, Moby-Dick eluded the other boats and disappeared; having done injury only to the petty tyrant who threatened him, the Whale injured no one else. Chaotic nature even has its justice, on occasion.
Steelkilt would need one more intervention from providential chaos. Safely reaching the island, he and several others did indeed desert. Undermanned, the beleaguered captain set out for Tahiti, some 500 miles distant, “to procure a reinforcement to his [depleted] crew.” Steelkilt intercepted his boat, forced the captain to delay his mission for six days, then set out for Tahiti himself. He and his just secessionist-revolutionaries found two ships soon to sail for France, land of revolutionaries, ships whose captains “providentially in want of precisely that number of men which the sailor headed.” Ten days later, the captain arrived on his boat, recruited some Tahitians, returned to his island-haven, and “resumed his cruisings.” In effect, Steelkilt (with an assist from chaos) had saved both himself from hanging and the whale ship from tyranny. The “town” or confirmed whale sighting on the Town-Ho aids revolution of the ‘town’ or regime of the ship itself. (As for the earliest English-language meaning of the word, ‘town’ as ‘garden,’ it will figure later in Ishmael’s yarn.) Six is the number of God’s initial days of work. An inversion, indeed: Steelkilt required of the captain six days of rest in order to complete his own prudential and provident revolutionary action.
No one knows where Steelkilt is now, Ishmael reports. In Nantucket, Radney’s widow mourns her lost husband; she might have been among the worshippers at the Whalemen’s Chapel. Ishmael swears in front of a priest, on a copy of the Gospels, that his yarn is “in substance and its great items, true”; he knew members of the Town-Ho‘s crew, and had met and talked with Steelkilt himself. It is of course questionable how seriously Ishmael would swear upon the Gospels, that most telling yarn which he has parodied in his own. But in substance and its great items, there is no reason to doubt that his yarn weaves true to his own considered convictions.
At last the secret is out. The sailors on the Pequod prudently kept this yarn from the sight or hearing of Ahab and his officers because it shows not only that revolution against tyranny can succeed but how it can succeed. Regime change requires courage, prudence, and assistance from fellow-subjects and from a force larger than any human reckoning can control. But it can be done. Steelkilt did not aspire to rule the whale ship, only to get free of its tyrannical regime, a regime that invited him to revolt in a manner similar to that described by Hegel in his passage on the struggle for “recognition” between slave and master. Success here required not isolation but alliance, and indeed loyalty in combat. The wrong of private revenge was prevented by a sort of predestination, whether providential or fated. Ishmael here calls it providence, but he’s talking with pious Spanish Catholics. This notwithstanding, there is a sort of justice in small parts of the chaotic war of all against all that animates life both at sea and on land. If that were not so, could we trust Ishmael the yarn-spinner at all, or Melville? Could we trust ourselves to learn from them?
Note
- Readers of Melville’s later novella, Billy Budd, will recognize in the characters Steelkilt and Radney certain parallels with Billy Budd and First Mate Claggart. The circumstances and the actions narrated also ‘rhyme,’ if not exactly. Melville has spun Ishmael’s yarn in a similar but not identical direction, tracing a somewhat different dimension of political rule.
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