Come hither! bury thyself in a life which, to your now equally abhorred and abhorring, landed world, is more oblivious than death. Come hither! put up thy grave-stone, too, within the churchyard, and come hither, till we marry thee!"
到这边来吧！与其死在你那同样使人憎厌、还在憎厌着的岸上，不如遁迹到忘却中的生活里来，到这边来吧！收拾起你那在教堂墓地里的墓石，到这边来吧，我们要跟你成亲咧！"他们就都去作恐怖。奇妙和新生活的冒险了。
Hearkening to these voices, East and West, by early sunrise, and by fall of eve, the blacksmith's soul responded, Aye, I come! And so Perth went a-whaling.
从东方，从西方，在黎明，在黄昏，听来听去都是这些声音，这个铁匠的精神受感应啦，好吧，我来了！柏斯就这样去干捕鲸了。
Chapter 113 The Forge
第一百十三章 熔炉
With matted beard, and swathed in a bristling shark-skin apron, about mid-day, Perth was standing between his forge and anvil, the latter placed upon an iron-wood log, with one hand holding a pike-head in the coals, and with the other at his forge's lungs, when Captain Ahab came along, carrying in his hand a small rusty-looking leathern bag. While yet a little distance from the forge, moody Ahab paused; till at last, Perth, withdrawing his iron from the fire, began hammering it upon the anvil — the red mass sending off the sparks in thick hovering flights, some of which flew close to Ahab.
正午时分、柏斯，乱蓬蓬的胡子，扎着一条硬挺挺的鲨鱼皮围单，站在他那只熔炉和铁砧中间。铁砧放在一块镶铁的木头上，他一只手拿着一根矛尖放在火里，另一只手拿着他的熔炉吹火筒。这时，亚哈船长手里拿着一只象是生了锈的小皮袋，走了过来。在离开熔炉一小段的地方，心事重重的亚哈停了下来，一直不开口，待到柏斯打火里拿出那块铁器，开始在铁砧上砰砰地锤打起来——那块红铁发出阵阵密集的、迸舞的火星，有些火星直窜到亚哈身边，他这才开起口来。
Are these thy Mother Carey's chickens, Perth? they are always flying in thy wake; birds of good omen, too, but not to all; — look here, they burn; but thou — thou liv'st among them without a scorch.
这些可是你的海燕，柏斯？它们老是跟着你在飞；这些也都是好兆头的鸟儿，不过，并不是对人人都是好兆头；——你瞧，它们烧伤了；可是你——你却一点也不烫伤，活在它们中间。