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The ostensible reason why Ahab did not go on board of the
whaler we had spoken was this: the wind and sea betokened


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storms. But even had this not been the case, he would not
after all, perhaps, have boarded her—judging by his subsequent
conduct on similar occasions—if so it had been that, by the
process of hailing, he had obtained a negative answer to the
question he put. For, as it eventually turned out, he cared not
to consort, even for five minutes, with any stranger captain,
except he could contribute some of that information he so
absorbingly sought. But all this might remain inadequately
estimated, were not something said here of the peculiar usages
of whaling-vessels when meeting each other in foreign seas, and
especially on a common cruising-ground.

If two strangers crossing the Pine Barrens in New York
State, or the equally desolate Salisbury Plain in England; if
casually encountering each other in such inhospitable wilds,
these twain, for the life of them, cannot well avoid a mutual
salutation; and stopping for a moment to interchange the news;
and, perhaps, sitting down for a while and resting in concert:
then, how much more natural that upon the illimitable Pine
Barrens and Salisbury Plains of the sea, two whaling vessels
descrying each other at the ends of the earth—off lone Fanning's
Island, or the far away King's Mills; how much more
natural, I say, that under such circumstances these ships should
not only interchange hails, but come into still closer, more
friendly and sociable contact. And especially would this seem to
be a matter of course, in the case of vessels owned in one seaport,
and whose captains, officers, and not a few of the men are
personally known to each other; and consequently, have all sorts
of dear domestic things to talk about.

For the long absent ship, the outward-bounder, perhaps, has
letters on board; at any rate, she will be sure to let her have
some papers of a date a year or two later than the last one on
her blurred and thumb-worn files. And in return for that
courtesy, the outward-bound ship would receive the latest whaling
intelligence from the cruising-ground to which she may be


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destined, a thing of the utmost importance to her. And in degree,
all this will hold true concerning whaling vessels crossing
each other's track on the cruising-ground itself, even though they
are equally long absent from home. For one of them may have
received a transfer of letters from some third, and now far remote
vessel; and some of those letters may be for the people of the
ship she now meets. Besides, they would exchange the whaling
news, and have an agreeable chat. For not only would
they meet with all the sympathies of sailors, but likewise with all
the peculiar congenialities arising from a common pursuit and
mutually shared privations and perils.

Nor would difference of country make any very essential difference;
that is, so long as both parties speak one language, as
is the case with Americans and English. Though, to be sure,
from the small number of English whalers, such meetings do not
very often occur, and when they do occur there is too apt to be
a sort of shyness between them; for your Englishman is rather
reserved, and your Yankee, he does not fancy that sort of thing
in anybody but himself. Besides, the English whalers sometimes
affect a kind of metropolitan superiority over the American
whalers; regarding the long, lean Nantucketer, with his
nondescript provincialisms, as a sort of sea-peasant. But where
this superiority in the English whalemen does really consist, it
would be hard to say, seeing that the Yankees in one day,
collectively, kill more whales than all the English, collectively, in
ten years. But this is a harmless little foible in the English whale-hunters,
which the Nantucketer does not take much to heart;
probably, because he knows that he has a few foibles himself.

So, then, we see that of all ships separately sailing the sea,
the whalers have most reason to be sociable—and they are so.
Whereas, some merchant ships crossing each other's wake in the
mid-Atlantic, will oftentimes pass on without so much as a single
word of recognition, mutually cutting each other on the
high seas, like a brace of dandies in Broadway; and all the


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time indulging, perhaps, in finical criticism upon each other's
rig. As for Men-of-War, when they chance to meet at sea,
they first go through such a string of silly bowings and scrapings,
such a ducking of ensigns, that there does not seem to be
much right-down hearty good-will and brotherly love about it
at all. As touching Slave-ships meeting, why, they are in such
a prodigious hurry, they run away from each other as soon as
possible. And as for Pirates, when they chance to cross each
other's cross-bones, the first hail is—“How many skulls?”—
the same way that whalers hail—“How many barrels?” And
that question once answered, pirates straightway steer apart, for
they are infernal villains on both sides, and don't like to see
overmuch of each other's villanous likenesses.

But look at the godly, honest, unostentatious, hospitable,
sociable, free-and-easy whaler! What does the whaler do when
she meets another whaler in any sort of decent weather? She
has a “Gam,” a thing so utterly unknown to all other ships
that they never heard of the name even; and if by chance
they should hear of it, they only grin at it, and repeat gamesome
stuff about “spouters” and “blubber-boilers,” and such
like pretty exclamations. Why it is that all Merchant-seamen,
and also all Pirates and Man-of-War's men, and Slave-ship
sailors, cherish such a scornful feeling towards Whale-ships;
this is a question it would be hard to answer. Because, in the
case of pirates, say, I should like to know whether that profession
of their has any peculiar glory about it. It sometimes
ends in uncommon elevation, indeed; but only at the gallows.
And besides, when a man is elevated in that odd fashion, he has
no proper foundation for his superior altitude. Hence, I conclude,
that in boasting himself to be high lifted above a whaleman,
in that assertion the pirate has no solid basis to stand on.

But what is a Gam? You might wear out your index-finger
running up and down the columns of dictionaries, and never
find the word. Dr. Johnson never attained to that erudition;


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Noah Webster's ark does not hold it. Nevertheless, this same
expressive word has now for many years been in constant use
among some fifteen thousand true born Yankees. Certainly, it
needs a definition, and should be incorporated into the Lexicon.
With that view, let me learnedly define it.

GAM. NounA social meeting of two (or more) Whale-ships,
generally on a cruising-ground; when, after exchanging
hails, they exchange visits by boats' crews: the two captains
remaining, for the time, on board of one ship, and the two
chief mates on the other.

There is another little item about Gamming which must not
be forgotten here. All professions have their own little peculiarities
of detail; so has the whale fishery. In a pirate, man-of-war,
or slave ship, when the captain is rowed anywhere in his
boat, he always sits in the stern sheets on a comfortable, sometimes
cushioned seat there, and often steers himself with a
pretty little milliner's tiller decorated with gay cords and ribbons.
But the whale-boat has no seat astern, no sofa of that
sort whatever, and no tiller at all. High times indeed, if whaling
captains were wheeled about the water on castors like gouty
old aldermen in patent chairs. And as for a tiller, the whale-boat
never admits of any such effeminacy; and therefore as in
gamming a complete boat's crew must leave the ship, and hence
as the boat steerer or harpooneer is of the number, that subordinate
is the steersman upon the occasion, and the captain, having
no place to sit in, is pulled off to his visit all standing like a pine
tree. And often you will notice that being conscious of the eyes
of the whole visible world resting on him from the sides of the
two ships, this standing captain is all alive to the importance
of sustaining his dignity by maintaining his legs. Nor is this
any very easy matter; for in his rear is the immense projecting
steering oar hitting him now and then in the small of his back,
the after-oar reciprocating by rapping his knees in front. He
is thus completely wedged before and behind, and can only ex


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pand himself sideways by settling down on his stretched legs;
but a sudden, violent pitch of the boat will often go far to topple
him, because length of foundation is nothing without corresponding
breadth. Merely make a spread angle of two poles, and
you cannot stand them up. Then, again, it would never do in
plain sight of the world's riveted eyes, it would never do, I say,
for this straddling captain to be seen steadying himself the
slightest particle by catching hold of anything with his hands;
indeed, as token of his entire, buoyant self-command, he generally
carries his hands in his trowsers' pockets; but perhaps being
generally very large, heavy hands, he carries them there for
ballast. Nevertheless there have occurred instances, well authenticated
ones too, where the captain has been known for an
uncommonly critical moment or two, in a sudden squall say—
to seize hold of the nearest oarsman's hair, and hold on there
like grim death.