Over his ivory-inlaid table, Ahab presided like a mute, maned sea-lion on the white coral beach, surrounded by his war-like but still deferential cubs.  In his own proper turn, each officer waited to be served.  They were as little children before Ahab; and yet, in Ahab, there seemed not to lurk the smallest social arrogance.  With one mind, their intent eyes all fastened upon the old man’s knife, as he carved the chief dish before him.  I do not suppose that for the world they would have profaned that moment with the slightest observation, even upon so neutral a topic as the weather.  No!  And when reaching out his knife and fork, between which the slice of beef was locked, Ahab thereby motioned Starbuck’s plate towards him, the mate received his meat as though receiving alms; and cut it tenderly; and a little started if, perchance, the knife grazed against the plate; and chewed it noiselessly; and swallowed it, not without circumspection.  For, like the Coronation banquet at Frankfort, where the German Emperor profoundly dines with the seven Imperial Electors, so these cabin meals were somehow solemn meals, eaten in awful silence; and yet at table old Ahab forbade not conversation; only he himself was dumb.  What a relief it was to choking Stubb, when a rat made a sudden racket in the hold below.  And poor little Flask, he was the youngest son, and little boy of this weary family party.  His were the shin-bones of the saline beef; his would have been the drumsticks.  For Flask to have presumed to help himself, this must have seemed to him tantamount to larceny in the first degree.  Had he helped himself at that table, doubtless, never more would he have been able to hold his head up in this honest world; nevertheless, strange to say, Ahab never forbade him.  And had Flask helped himself, the chances were Ahab had never so much as noticed it.  Least of all, did Flask presume to help himself to butter.  Whether he thought the owners of the ship denied it to him, on account of its clotting his clear, sunny complexion; or whether he deemed that, on so long a voyage in such marketless waters, butter was at a premium, and therefore was not for him, a subaltern; however it was, Flask, alas! was a butterless man!

Another thing.  Flask was the last person down at the dinner, and Flask is the first man up.  Consider!  For hereby Flask’s dinner was badly jammed in point of time.  Starbuck and Stubb both had the start of him; and yet they also have the privilege of lounging in the rear.  If Stubb even, who is but a peg higher than Flask, happens to have but a small appetite, and soon shows symptoms of concluding his repast, then Flask must bestir himself, he will not get more than three mouthfuls that day; for it is against holy usage for Stubb to precede Flask to the deck.  Therefore it was that Flask once admitted in private, that ever since he had arisen to the dignity of an officer, from that moment he had never known what it was to be otherwise than hungry,