Chapter 29: Enter Ahab; to Him, Stubb

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​⁠Some days elapsed, and ice and icebergs all astern, the Pequod now went rolling through the bright Quito spring, which, at sea, almost perpetually reigns on the threshold of the eternal August of the Tropic. The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow. The starred and stately nights se