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"
Landlord
,
"
said
I
,
"
tell
him
to
stash
his
tomahawk
there
,
or
pipe
,
or
whatever
you
call
it
;
tell
him
to
stop
smoking
,
in
short
,
and
I
will
turn
in
with
him
.
But
I
do
n't
fancy
having
a
man
smoking
in
bed
with
me
.
It
's
dangerous
.
Besides
,
I
ai
n't
insured
.
"
This
being
told
to
Queequeg
,
he
at
once
complied
,
and
again
politely
motioned
me
to
get
into
bed
--
rolling
over
to
one
side
as
much
as
to
say
--
I
wo
n't
touch
a
leg
of
ye
.
"
"
Good
night
,
landlord
,
"
said
I
,
"
you
may
go
.
"
I
turned
in
,
and
never
slept
better
in
my
life
.
Upon
waking
next
morning
about
daylight
,
I
found
Queequeg
's
arm
thrown
over
me
in
the
most
loving
and
affectionate
manner
.
You
had
almost
thought
I
had
been
his
wife
.
The
counterpane
was
of
patchwork
,
full
of
odd
little
parti-colored
squares
and
triangles
;
and
this
arm
of
his
tattooed
all
over
with
an
interminable
Cretan
labyrinth
of
a
figure
,
no
two
parts
of
which
were
of
one
precise
shade
--
owing
I
suppose
to
his
keeping
his
arm
at
sea
unmethodically
in
sun
and
shade
,
his
shirt
sleeves
irregularly
rolled
up
at
various
times
--
this
same
arm
of
his
,
I
say
,
looked
for
all
the
world
like
a
strip
of
that
same
patchwork
quilt
.
Indeed
,
partly
lying
on
it
as
the
arm
did
when
I
first
awoke
,
I
could
hardly
tell
it
from
the
quilt
,
they
so
blended
their
hues
together
;
and
it
was
only
by
the
sense
of
weight
and
pressure
that
I
could
tell
that
Queequeg
was
hugging
me
.
My
sensations
were
strange
.
Let
me
try
to
explain
them
.
When
I
was
a
child
,
I
well
remember
a
somewhat
similar
circumstance
that
befell
me
;
whether
it
was
a
reality
or
a
dream
,
I
never
could
entirely
settle
.
The
circumstance
was
this
.
I
had
been
cutting
up
some
caper
or
other
--
I
think
it
was
trying
to
crawl
up
the
chimney
,
as
I
had
seen
a
little
sweep
do
a
few
days
previous
;
and
my
stepmother
who
,
somehow
or
other
,
was
all
the
time
whipping
me
,
or
sending
me
to
bed
supperless
--
my
mother
dragged
me
by
the
legs
out
of
the
chimney
and
packed
me
off
to
bed
,
though
it
was
only
two
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
of
the
21st
June
,
the
longest
day
in
year
in
our
hemisphere
.
I
felt
dreadfully
.
But
there
was
no
help
for
it
,
so
up
stairs
I
went
to
my
little
room
in
the
third
floor
,
undressed
myself
as
slowly
as
possible
so
as
to
kill
time
,
and
with
a
bitter
sigh
got
between
the
sheets
.
I
lay
there
dismally
calculating
that
sixteen
entire
hours
must
elapse
before
I
could
hope
for
a
resurrection
.
Sixteen
hours
in
bed
!
the
small
of
my
back
ached
to
think
of
it
.
And
it
was
so
light
too
;
the
sun
shining
in
at
the
window
,
and
a
great
rattling
of
coaches
in
the
streets
,
and
the
sound
of
gay
voices
all
over
the
house
.
I
felt
worse
and
worse
--
at
last
I
got
up
,
dressed
,
and
softly
going
down
in
my
stockinged
feet
,
sought
out
my
stepmother
,
and
suddenly
threw
myself
at
her
feet
,
beseeching
her
as
a
particular
favor
to
give
me
a
good
slippering
for
my
misbehaviour
:
anything
indeed
but
condemning
me
to
lie
abed
such
an
unendurable
length
of
time
.
But
she
was
the
best
and
most
conscientious
of
stepmothers
,
and
back
I
had
to
go
to
my
room
.
For
several
hours
I
lay
there
broad
awake
,
feeling
a
great
deal
worse
than
I
have
ever
done
since
,
even
from
the
greatest
subsequent
misfortunes
.
At
last
I
must
have
fallen
into
a
troubled
nightmare
of
a
doze
;
and
slowly
waking
from
it
--
half
steeped
in
dreams
--
I
opened
my
eyes
,
and
the
before
sunlit
room
was
now
wrapped
in
outer
darkness
.
Instantly
I
felt
a
shock
running
through
all
my
frame
;
nothing
was
to
be
seen
,
and
nothing
was
to
be
heard
;
but
a
supernatural
hand
seemed
placed
in
mine
.
My
arm
hung
over
the
counterpane
,
and
the
nameless
,
unimaginable
,
silent
form
or
phantom
,
to
which
the
hand
belonged
,
seemed
closely
seated
by
my
bed-side
.
For
what
seemed
ages
piled
on
ages
,
I
lay
there
,
frozen
with
the
most
awful
fears
,
not
daring
to
drag
away
my
hand
;
yet
ever
thinking
that
if
I
could
but
stir
it
one
single
inch
,
the
horrid
spell
would
be
broken
.
I
knew
not
how
this
consciousness
at
last
glided
away
from
me
;
but
waking
in
the
morning
,
I
shudderingly
remembered
it
all
,
and
for
days
and
weeks
and
months
afterwards
I
lost
myself
in
confounding
attempts
to
explain
the
mystery
.
Nay
,
to
this
very
hour
,
I
often
puzzle
myself
with
it
.
Now
,
take
away
the
awful
fear
,
and
my
sensations
at
feeling
the
supernatural
hand
in
mine
were
very
similar
,
in
the
strangeness
,
to
those
which
I
experienced
on
waking
up
and
seeing
Queequeg
's
pagan
arm
thrown
round
me
.
But
at
length
all
the
past
night
's
events
soberly
recurred
,
one
by
one
,
in
fixed
reality
,
and
then
I
lay
only
alive
to
the
comical
predicament
.
For
though
I
tried
to
move
his
arm
--
unlock
his
bridegroom
clasp
--
yet
,
sleeping
as
he
was
,
he
still
hugged
me
tightly
,
as
though
naught
but
death
should
part
us
twain
.
I
now
strove
to
rouse
him
--
"
Queequeg
!
"
--
but
his
only
answer
was
a
snore
.
I
then
rolled
over
,
my
neck
feeling
as
if
it
were
in
a
horse-collar
;
and
suddenly
felt
a
slight
scratch
.
Throwing
aside
the
counterpane
,
there
lay
the
tomahawk
sleeping
by
the
savage
's
side
,
as
if
it
were
a
hatchet-faced
baby
.
A
pretty
pickle
,
truly
,
thought
I
;
abed
here
in
a
strange
house
in
the
broad
day
,
with
a
cannibal
and
a
tomahawk
!
"
Queequeg
!
--
in
the
name
of
goodness
,
Queequeg
,
wake
!
"
At
length
,
by
dint
of
much
wriggling
,
and
loud
and
incessant
expostulations
upon
the
unbecomingness
of
his
hugging
a
fellow
male
in
that
matrimonial
sort
of
style
,
I
succeeded
in
extracting
a
grunt
;
and
presently
,
he
drew
back
his
arm
,
shook
himself
all
over
like
a
Newfoundland
dog
just
from
the
water
,
and
sat
up
in
bed
,
stiff
as
a
pike-staff
,
looking
at
me
,
and
rubbing
his
eyes
as
if
he
did
not
altogether
remember
how
I
came
to
be
there
,
though
a
dim
consciousness
of
knowing
something
about
me
seemed
slowly
dawning
over
him
.
Meanwhile
,
I
lay
quietly
eyeing
him
,
having
no
serious
misgivings
now
,
and
bent
upon
narrowly
observing
so
curious
a
creature
.
When
,
at
last
,
his
mind
seemed
made
up
touching
the
character
of
his
bedfellow
,
and
he
became
,
as
it
were
,
reconciled
to
the
fact
;
he
jumped
out
upon
the
floor
,
and
by
certain
signs
and
sounds
gave
me
to
understand
that
,
if
it
pleased
me
,
he
would
dress
first
and
then
leave
me
to
dress
afterwards
,
leaving
the
whole
apartment
to
myself
.
Thinks
I
,
Queequeg
,
under
the
circumstances
,
this
is
a
very
civilized
overture
;
but
,
the
truth
is
,
these
savages
have
an
innate
sense
of
delicacy
,
say
what
you
will
;
it
is
marvellous
how
essentially
polite
they
are
.
I
pay
this
particular
compliment
to
Queequeg
,
because
he
treated
me
with
so
much
civility
and
consideration
,
while
I
was
guilty
of
great
rudeness
;
staring
at
him
from
the
bed
,
and
watching
all
his
toilette
motions
;
for
the
time
my
curiosity
getting
the
better
of
my
breeding
.
Nevertheless
,
a
man
like
Queequeg
you
do
n't
see
every
day
,
he
and
his
ways
were
well
worth
unusual
regarding
.
He
commenced
dressing
at
top
by
donning
his
beaver
hat
,
a
very
tall
one
,
by
the
by
,
and
then
--
still
minus
his
trowsers
--
he
hunted
up
his
boots
.
What
under
the
heavens
he
did
it
for
,
I
can
not
tell
,
but
his
next
movement
was
to
crush
himself
--
boots
in
hand
,
and
hat
on
--
under
the
bed
;
when
,
from
sundry
violent
gaspings
and
strainings
,
I
inferred
he
was
hard
at
work
booting
himself
;
though
by
no
law
of
propriety
that
I
ever
heard
of
,
is
any
man
required
to
be
private
when
putting
on
his
boots
.
But
Queequeg
,
do
you
see
,
was
a
creature
in
the
transition
stage
--
neither
caterpillar
nor
butterfly
.
He
was
just
enough
civilized
to
show
off
his
outlandishness
in
the
strangest
possible
manners
.
His
education
was
not
yet
completed
.
He
was
an
undergraduate
.
If
he
had
not
been
a
small
degree
civilized
,
he
very
probably
would
not
have
troubled
himself
with
boots
at
all
;
but
then
,
if
he
had
not
been
still
a
savage
,
he
never
would
have
dreamt
of
getting
under
the
bed
to
put
them
on
.
