It's an all-fired outrage to tell any human creature that he's bound to hell.

Flukes and flames! Bildad, say that again to me, and start my soul-bolts, but I'll--I'll--yes, I'll swallow a live goat with all his hair and horns on.

Out of the cabin, ye canting, drab-coloured son of a wooden gun--a straight wake with ye!" As he thundered out this he made a rush at Bildad, but with a marvellous oblique, sliding celerity, Bildad for that time eluded him.
Alarmed at this terrible outburst between the two principal and responsible owners of the ship, and feeling half a mind to give up all idea of sailing in a vessel so questionably owned and temporarily commanded, I stepped aside from the door to give egress to Bildad, who, I made no doubt, was all eagerness to vanish from before the awakened wrath of Peleg.

But to my astonishment, he sat down again on the transom very quietly, and seemed to have not the slightest intention of withdrawing.

He seemed quite used to impenitent Peleg and his ways.