It was five o'clock in the afternoon of the bright autumnal Sunday, before a candle was sent down to try the air, while three or four rough faces stood crowded close together, attentively watching it: the man at the windlass lowering as they were told.
As the rope went out, tight and strained, and the windlass creaked, there was not a breath among the one or two hundred men and women looking on, that came as it was wont to come.
Fastening one end of a heavy tackle to the windlass, and with the other end fast to the butt of the foretopmast, I began to heave.
It was an improved crank windlass, and the purchase it gave was enormous.
And here Bildad, who, with Peleg, be it known, in addition to his other offices, was one of the licensed pilots of the port --he being suspected to have got himself made a pilot in order to save the Nantucket pilot-fee to all the ships he was concerned in, for he never piloted any other craft --Bildad, I say, might now be seen actively engaged in looking over the bows for the approaching anchor, and at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands at the
windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will.
"Oh, that," said Penn, proudly, "is a Spanish windlass. Mr.
Long Jack and Uncle Salters slipped the windlass-brakes into their sockets, and began to heave up the anchor, the windlass jarring as the wet hempen cable strained on the barrel.
The Russians had a neat log house built on a grassy slope, with a
windlass well beside the door.
There he sees the cable ranged, the
windlass disconnected, the compressors opened; and there, after giving his own last order, "Stand clear of the cable!" he waits attentive, in a silent ship that forges slowly ahead towards her picked-out berth, for the sharp shout from aft, "Let go!" Instantly bending over, he sees the trusty iron fall with a heavy plunge under his eyes, which watch and note whether it has gone clear.
There is no
windlass nor any trace of there ever having been any--no rope--nothing.
It was an amateur-sculler, well up to his work though taking it easily, in so light a boat that the Rogue remarked: 'A little less on you, and you'd a'most ha' been a Wagerbut'; then went to work at his
windlass handles and sluices, to let the sculler in.
Figures of men crawled out of the holes, or disappeared into them, or, on raised platforms of hand-hewn timber,
windlassed the thawed gravel to the surface, where it immediately froze.