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Lord
save
me
,
thinks
I
,
that
must
be
the
harpooneer
,
the
infernal
head-peddler
.
But
I
lay
perfectly
still
,
and
resolved
not
to
say
a
word
till
spoken
to
.
Holding
a
light
in
one
hand
,
and
that
identical
New
Zealand
head
in
the
other
,
the
stranger
entered
the
room
,
and
without
looking
towards
the
bed
,
placed
his
candle
a
good
way
off
from
me
on
the
floor
in
one
corner
,
and
then
began
working
away
at
the
knotted
cords
of
the
large
bag
I
before
spoke
of
as
being
in
the
room
.
I
was
all
eagerness
to
see
his
face
,
but
he
kept
it
averted
for
some
time
while
employed
in
unlacing
the
bag
's
mouth
.
This
accomplished
,
however
,
he
turned
round
--
when
,
good
heavens
;
what
a
sight
!
Such
a
face
!
It
was
of
a
dark
,
purplish
,
yellow
color
,
here
and
there
stuck
over
with
large
blackish
looking
squares
.
Yes
,
it
's
just
as
I
thought
,
he
's
a
terrible
bedfellow
;
he
's
been
in
a
fight
,
got
dreadfully
cut
,
and
here
he
is
,
just
from
the
surgeon
.
But
at
that
moment
he
chanced
to
turn
his
face
so
towards
the
light
,
that
I
plainly
saw
they
could
not
be
sticking-plasters
at
all
,
those
black
squares
on
his
cheeks
.
They
were
stains
of
some
sort
or
other
.
At
first
I
knew
not
what
to
make
of
this
;
but
soon
an
inkling
of
the
truth
occurred
to
me
.
I
remembered
a
story
of
a
white
man
--
a
whaleman
too
--
who
,
falling
among
the
cannibals
,
had
been
tattooed
by
them
.
I
concluded
that
this
harpooneer
,
in
the
course
of
his
distant
voyages
,
must
have
met
with
a
similar
adventure
.
And
what
is
it
,
thought
I
,
after
all
!
It
's
only
his
outside
;
a
man
can
be
honest
in
any
sort
of
skin
.
But
then
,
what
to
make
of
his
unearthly
complexion
,
that
part
of
it
,
I
mean
,
lying
round
about
,
and
completely
independent
of
the
squares
of
tattooing
.
To
be
sure
,
it
might
be
nothing
but
a
good
coat
of
tropical
tanning
;
but
I
never
heard
of
a
hot
sun
's
tanning
a
white
man
into
a
purplish
yellow
one
.
However
,
I
had
never
been
in
the
South
Seas
;
and
perhaps
the
sun
there
produced
these
extraordinary
effects
upon
the
skin
.
Now
,
while
all
these
ideas
were
passing
through
me
like
lightning
,
this
harpooneer
never
noticed
me
at
all
.
But
,
after
some
difficulty
having
opened
his
bag
,
he
commenced
fumbling
in
it
,
and
presently
pulled
out
a
sort
of
tomahawk
,
and
a
seal-skin
wallet
with
the
hair
on
.
Placing
these
on
the
old
chest
in
the
middle
of
a
room
,
he
then
took
the
New
Zealand
head
--
a
ghastly
thing
enough
--
and
crammed
it
down
into
the
bag
.
He
now
took
off
his
hat
--
a
new
beaver
hat
--
when
I
came
nigh
singing
out
with
fresh
surprise
.
There
was
no
hair
on
his
head
--
none
to
speak
of
at
least
--
nothing
but
a
small
scalp-knot
twisted
up
on
his
forehead
.
His
bald
purplish
head
now
looked
for
all
the
world
like
a
mildewed
skull
.
Had
not
the
stranger
stood
between
me
and
the
door
,
I
would
have
bolted
out
of
it
quicker
than
ever
I
bolted
a
dinner
.
Even
as
it
was
,
I
thought
something
of
slipping
out
of
the
window
,
but
it
was
the
second
floor
back
.
I
am
no
coward
,
but
what
to
make
of
this
headpeddling
purple
rascal
altogether
passed
my
comprehension
.
Ignorance
is
the
parent
of
fear
,
and
being
completely
nonplussed
and
confounded
about
the
stranger
,
I
confess
I
was
now
as
much
afraid
of
him
as
if
it
was
the
devil
himself
who
had
thus
broken
into
my
room
at
the
dead
of
night
.
In
fact
,
I
was
so
afraid
of
him
that
I
was
not
game
enough
just
then
to
address
him
,
and
demand
a
satisfactory
answer
concerning
what
seemed
inexplicable
in
him
.
Meanwhile
,
he
continued
the
business
of
undressing
,
and
at
last
showed
his
chest
and
arms
.
As
I
live
,
these
covered
parts
of
him
were
checkered
with
the
same
squares
as
his
face
,
his
back
,
too
,
was
all
over
the
same
dark
squares
;
he
seemed
to
have
been
in
a
Thirty
Years
'
War
,
and
just
escaped
from
it
with
a
sticking-plaster
shirt
.
Still
more
,
his
very
legs
were
marked
,
as
a
parcel
of
dark
green
frogs
were
running
up
the
trunks
of
young
palms
.
It
was
now
quite
plain
that
he
must
be
some
abominable
savage
or
other
shipped
aboard
of
a
whaleman
in
the
South
Seas
,
and
so
landed
in
this
Christian
country
.
I
quaked
to
think
of
it
.
A
peddler
of
heads
too
--
perhaps
the
heads
of
his
own
brothers
.
He
might
take
a
fancy
to
mine
--
heavens
!
look
at
that
tomahawk
!
But
there
was
no
time
for
shuddering
,
for
now
the
savage
went
about
something
that
completely
fascinated
my
attention
,
and
convinced
me
that
he
must
indeed
be
a
heathen
.
Going
to
his
heavy
grego
,
or
wrapall
,
or
dreadnaught
,
which
he
had
previously
hung
on
a
chair
,
he
fumbled
in
the
pockets
,
and
produced
at
length
a
curious
little
deformed
image
with
a
hunch
on
its
back
,
and
exactly
the
color
of
a
three
days
'
old
Congo
baby
.
Remembering
the
embalmed
head
,
at
first
I
almost
thought
that
this
black
manikin
was
a
real
baby
preserved
some
similar
manner
.
But
seeing
that
it
was
not
at
all
limber
,
and
that
it
glistened
a
good
deal
like
polished
ebony
,
I
concluded
that
it
must
be
nothing
but
a
wooden
idol
,
which
indeed
it
proved
to
be
.
For
now
the
savage
goes
up
to
the
empty
fire-place
,
and
removing
the
papered
fire-board
,
sets
up
this
little
hunch-backed
image
,
like
a
tenpin
,
between
the
andirons
.
The
chimney
jambs
and
all
the
bricks
inside
were
very
sooty
,
so
that
I
thought
this
fire-place
made
a
very
appropriate
little
shrine
or
chapel
for
his
Congo
idol
.
I
now
screwed
my
eyes
hard
towards
the
half
hidden
image
,
feeling
but
ill
at
ease
meantime
--
to
see
what
was
next
to
follow
.
First
he
takes
about
a
double
handful
of
shavings
out
of
his
grego
pocket
,
and
places
them
carefully
before
the
idol
;
then
laying
a
bit
of
ship
biscuit
on
top
and
applying
the
flame
from
the
lamp
,
he
kindled
the
shavings
into
a
sacrificial
blaze
.
Presently
,
after
many
hasty
snatches
into
the
fire
,
and
still
hastier
withdrawals
of
his
fingers
(
whereby
he
seemed
to
be
scorching
them
badly
)
,
he
at
last
succeeded
in
drawing
out
the
biscuit
;
then
blowing
off
the
heat
and
ashes
a
little
,
he
made
a
polite
offer
of
it
to
the
little
negro
.
But
the
little
devil
did
not
seem
to
fancy
such
dry
sort
of
fare
at
all
;
he
never
moved
his
lips
.
All
these
strange
antics
were
accompanied
by
still
stranger
guttural
noises
from
the
devotee
,
who
seemed
to
be
praying
in
a
sing-song
or
else
singing
some
pagan
psalmody
or
other
,
during
which
his
face
twitched
about
in
the
most
unnatural
manner
.
At
last
extinguishing
the
fire
,
he
took
the
idol
up
very
unceremoniously
,
and
bagged
it
again
in
his
grego
pocket
as
carelessly
as
if
he
were
a
sportsman
bagging
a
dead
woodcock
.
All
these
queer
proceedings
increased
my
uncomfortableness
,
and
seeing
him
now
exhibiting
strong
symptoms
of
concluding
his
business
operations
,
and
jumping
into
bed
with
me
,
I
thought
it
was
high
time
,
now
or
never
,
before
the
light
was
put
out
,
to
break
the
spell
in
which
I
had
so
long
been
bound
.
But
the
interval
I
spent
in
deliberating
what
to
say
,
was
a
fatal
one
.
Taking
up
his
tomahawk
from
the
table
,
he
examined
the
head
of
it
for
an
instant
,
and
then
holding
it
to
the
light
,
with
his
mouth
at
the
handle
,
he
puffed
out
great
clouds
of
tobacco
smoke
.
The
next
moment
the
light
was
extinguished
,
and
this
wild
cannibal
,
tomahawk
between
his
teeth
,
sprang
into
bed
with
me
.
I
sang
out
,
I
could
not
help
it
now
;
and
giving
a
sudden
grunt
of
astonishment
he
began
feeling
me
.
