Chapter 36. The Quarter Deck.

Receiving the top-maul from Starbuck, he advanced
towards the main-mast with the hammer uplifted in one
hand, exhibiting the gold with the other, and with a high
raised voice exclaiming: Whosoever of ye raises me a
white-headed whale with a wrinkled brow and a
crooked jaw; whosoever of ye raises me that
white-headed whale, with three holes punctured in his
starboard fluke -- look ye, whosoever of ye raises me
that same white whale, he shall have this gold ounce,
my boys!