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"
Depend
upon
it
,
landlord
,
that
harpooneer
is
a
dangerous
man
.
"
"
He
pays
reg
'
lar
,
"
was
the
rejoinder
.
"
But
come
,
it
's
a
nice
bed
:
Sal
and
me
slept
in
that
ere
bed
the
night
we
were
spliced
.
There
's
plenty
of
room
for
two
to
kick
about
in
that
bed
;
it
's
an
almighty
big
bed
that
.
Why
,
afore
we
give
it
up
,
Sal
used
to
put
our
Sam
and
little
Johnny
in
the
foot
of
it
.
But
I
got
a
dreaming
and
sprawling
about
one
night
,
and
somehow
,
Sam
got
pitched
on
the
floor
,
and
came
near
breaking
his
arm
.
Arter
that
,
Sal
said
it
would
n't
do
.
Come
along
here
,
I
'll
give
ye
a
glim
in
a
jiffy
;
"
and
so
saying
he
lighted
a
candle
and
held
it
towards
me
,
offering
to
lead
the
way
.
But
I
stood
irresolute
;
when
looking
at
a
clock
in
the
corner
,
he
exclaimed
"
I
vum
it
's
Sunday
--
you
wo
n't
see
that
harpooneer
to-night
;
he
's
come
to
anchor
somewhere
--
come
along
then
;
do
come
;
wo
n't
ye
come
?
"
I
considered
the
matter
a
moment
,
and
then
up
stairs
we
went
,
and
I
was
ushered
into
a
small
room
,
cold
as
a
clam
,
and
furnished
,
sure
enough
,
with
a
prodigious
bed
,
almost
big
enough
indeed
for
any
four
harpooneers
to
sleep
abreast
.
"
There
,
"
said
the
landlord
,
placing
the
candle
on
a
crazy
old
sea
chest
that
did
double
duty
as
a
wash-stand
and
centre
table
;
"
there
,
make
yourself
comfortable
now
;
and
good
night
to
ye
.
"
I
turned
round
from
eyeing
the
bed
,
but
he
had
disappeared
.
Folding
back
the
counterpane
,
I
stooped
over
the
bed
.
Though
none
of
the
most
elegant
,
it
yet
stood
the
scrutiny
tolerably
well
.
I
then
glanced
round
the
room
;
and
besides
the
bedstead
and
centre
table
,
could
see
no
other
furniture
belonging
to
the
place
,
but
a
rude
shelf
,
the
four
walls
,
and
a
papered
fireboard
representing
a
man
striking
a
whale
.
Of
things
not
properly
belonging
to
the
room
,
there
was
a
hammock
lashed
up
,
and
thrown
upon
the
floor
in
one
corner
;
also
a
large
seaman
's
bag
,
containing
the
harpooneer
's
wardrobe
,
no
doubt
in
lieu
of
a
land
trunk
.
Likewise
,
there
was
a
parcel
of
outlandish
bone
fish
hooks
on
the
shelf
over
the
fire-place
,
and
a
tall
harpoon
standing
at
the
head
of
the
bed
.
But
what
is
this
on
the
chest
?
I
took
it
up
,
and
held
it
close
to
the
light
,
and
felt
it
,
and
smelt
it
,
and
tried
every
way
possible
to
arrive
at
some
satisfactory
conclusion
concerning
it
.
I
can
compare
it
to
nothing
but
a
large
door
mat
,
ornamented
at
the
edges
with
little
tinkling
tags
something
like
the
stained
porcupine
quills
round
an
Indian
moccasin
.
There
was
a
hole
or
slit
in
the
middle
of
this
mat
,
as
you
see
the
same
in
South
American
ponchos
.
But
could
it
be
possible
that
any
sober
harpooneer
would
get
into
a
door
mat
,
and
parade
the
streets
of
any
Christian
town
in
that
sort
of
guise
?
I
put
it
on
,
to
try
it
,
and
it
weighed
me
down
like
a
hamper
,
being
uncommonly
shaggy
and
thick
,
and
I
thought
a
little
damp
,
as
though
this
mysterious
harpooneer
had
been
wearing
it
of
a
rainy
day
.
I
went
up
in
it
to
a
bit
of
glass
stuck
against
the
wall
,
and
I
never
saw
such
a
sight
in
my
life
.
I
tore
myself
out
of
it
in
such
a
hurry
that
I
gave
myself
a
kink
in
the
neck
.
I
sat
down
on
the
side
of
the
bed
,
and
commenced
thinking
about
this
head-peddling
harpooneer
,
and
his
door
mat
.
After
thinking
some
time
on
the
bed-side
,
I
got
up
and
took
off
my
monkey
jacket
,
and
then
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
thinking
.
I
then
took
off
my
coat
,
and
thought
a
little
more
in
my
shirt
sleeves
.
But
beginning
to
feel
very
cold
now
,
half
undressed
as
I
was
,
and
remembering
what
the
landlord
said
about
the
harpooneer
's
not
coming
home
at
all
that
night
,
it
being
so
very
late
,
I
made
no
more
ado
,
but
jumped
out
of
my
pantaloons
and
boots
,
and
then
blowing
out
the
light
tumbled
into
bed
,
and
commended
myself
to
the
care
of
heaven
.
Whether
that
mattress
was
stuffed
with
corncobs
or
broken
crockery
,
there
is
no
telling
,
but
I
rolled
about
a
good
deal
,
and
could
not
sleep
for
a
long
time
.
At
last
I
slid
off
into
a
light
doze
,
and
had
pretty
nearly
made
a
good
offing
towards
the
land
of
Nod
,
when
I
heard
a
heavy
footfall
in
the
passage
,
and
saw
a
glimmer
of
light
come
into
the
room
from
under
the
door
.
