It belongs to me and Captain Bildad to see the Pequod fitted out for the voyage, and supplied with all her needs, including crew.
Like Captain Peleg, Captain Bildad was a well-to-do, retired whaleman.
And I did not know but what the stingy old Bildad might have a mighty deal to say about shipping hands, especially as I now found him on board the Pequod, quite at home there in the cabin, and reading his Bible as if at his own fireside.
Well, Captain Bildad, interrupted Peleg, what d'ye say, what lay shall we give this young man?
Bildad laid down his book, and turning solemnly towards him said, Captain Peleg, thou hast a generous heart; but thou must consider the duty thou owest to the other owners of this ship-- widows and orphans, many of them --and that if we too abundantly reward the labors of this young man, we may be taking the bread from those widows and those orphans.
As he thundered out this he made a rush at Bildad, but with a marvellous oblique, sliding celerity, Bildad for that time eluded him.
I know Captain Ahab well; I've sailed with him as mate years ago; I know what he is--a good man --not a pious, good man, like Bildad, but a swearing good man --something like me --only there's a good deal more of him.