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- # CHAPTER 78. Cistern and Buckets.
## Overview
This is a section of the novel *Moby-Dick; or, The Whale*, specifically [Chapter 78](arke:01KG8AM93VDQHM1JW6CTBR08HN) titled "Cistern and Buckets." It is located between lines 13522 and 13552 of the source file, [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6).
## Context
This chapter is part of [BOOK III. (_Duodecimo_), CHAPTER III. (_Mealy-mouthed Porpoise_)](arke:01KG8AK83BA227D6NY5BT040FM) within the novel *Moby-Dick; or, The Whale*, which is included in the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. It follows [CHAPTER 77. Cistern and Buckets.](arke:01KG8AM93KCD6HAMCSET50S2V8) and precedes [CHAPTER 79. The Prairie.](arke:01KG8AM93KSSB86T0E03JWTMN9).
## Contents
This chapter recounts an incident where Tashtego falls into the cistern within the head of a sperm whale. It describes the potential dangers of such an accident, referencing similar incidents involving cisterns ashore. The chapter then delves into a discussion of the density of the sperm whale's head, explaining how the case, when nearly emptied of its lighter contents, becomes heavier than seawater, causing it to sink rapidly. The narrative highlights Queequeg's agile efforts to rescue Tashtego. The chapter concludes with a reflection on the preciousness of perishing within the whale's head, comparing it to the "delicious death of an Ohio honey-hunter" who died embalmed in honey. It also poses a question about how many have "fallen into Plato’s honey head, and sweetly perished there?"
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- either seen or heard of some one’s falling into a cistern ashore; an
accident which not seldom happens, and with much less reason too than
the Indian’s, considering the exceeding slipperiness of the curb of the
Sperm Whale’s well.
But, peradventure, it may be sagaciously urged, how is this? We thought
the tissued, infiltrated head of the Sperm Whale, was the lightest and
most corky part about him; and yet thou makest it sink in an element of
a far greater specific gravity than itself. We have thee there. Not at
all, but I have ye; for at the time poor Tash fell in, the case had
been nearly emptied of its lighter contents, leaving little but the
dense tendinous wall of the well—a double welded, hammered substance,
as I have before said, much heavier than the sea water, and a lump of
which sinks in it like lead almost. But the tendency to rapid sinking
in this substance was in the present instance materially counteracted
by the other parts of the head remaining undetached from it, so that it
sank very slowly and deliberately indeed, affording Queequeg a fair
chance for performing his agile obstetrics on the run, as you may say.
Yes, it was a running delivery, so it was.
Now, had Tashtego perished in that head, it had been a very precious
perishing; smothered in the very whitest and daintiest of fragrant
spermaceti; coffined, hearsed, and tombed in the secret inner chamber
and sanctum sanctorum of the whale. Only one sweeter end can readily be
recalled—the delicious death of an Ohio honey-hunter, who seeking honey
in the crotch of a hollow tree, found such exceeding store of it, that
leaning too far over, it sucked him in, so that he died embalmed. How
many, think ye, have likewise fallen into Plato’s honey head, and
sweetly perished there?
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- CHAPTER 78. Cistern and Buckets.