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At
last
,
he
emerged
with
his
hat
very
much
dented
and
crushed
down
over
his
eyes
,
and
began
creaking
and
limping
about
the
room
,
as
if
,
not
being
much
accustomed
to
boots
,
his
pair
of
damp
,
wrinkled
cowhide
ones
--
probably
not
made
to
order
either
--
rather
pinched
and
tormented
him
at
the
first
go
off
of
a
bitter
cold
morning
.
Seeing
,
now
,
that
there
were
no
curtains
to
the
window
,
and
that
the
street
being
very
narrow
,
the
house
opposite
commanded
a
plain
view
into
the
room
,
and
observing
more
and
more
the
indecorous
figure
that
Queequeg
made
,
staving
about
with
little
else
but
his
hat
and
boots
on
;
I
begged
him
as
well
as
I
could
,
to
accelerate
his
toilet
somewhat
,
and
particularly
to
get
into
his
pantaloons
as
soon
as
possible
.
He
complied
,
and
then
proceeded
to
wash
himself
.
At
that
time
in
the
morning
any
Christian
would
have
washed
his
face
;
but
Queequeg
,
to
my
amazement
,
contented
himself
with
restricting
his
ablutions
to
his
chest
,
arms
,
and
hands
.
He
then
donned
his
waistcoat
,
and
taking
up
a
piece
of
hard
soap
on
the
wash-stand
centre
table
,
dipped
it
into
water
and
commenced
lathering
his
face
.
I
was
watching
to
see
where
he
kept
his
razor
,
when
lo
and
behold
,
he
takes
the
harpoon
from
the
bed
corner
,
slips
out
the
long
wooden
stock
,
unsheathes
the
head
,
whets
it
a
little
on
his
boot
,
and
striding
up
to
the
bit
of
mirror
against
the
wall
,
begins
a
vigorous
scraping
,
or
rather
harpooning
of
his
cheeks
.
Thinks
I
,
Queequeg
,
this
is
using
Rogers
's
best
cutlery
with
a
vengeance
.
Afterwards
I
wondered
the
less
at
this
operation
when
I
came
to
know
of
what
fine
steel
the
head
of
a
harpoon
is
made
,
and
how
exceedingly
sharp
the
long
straight
edges
are
always
kept
.
The
rest
of
his
toilet
was
soon
achieved
,
and
he
proudly
marched
out
of
the
room
,
wrapped
up
in
his
great
pilot
monkey
jacket
,
and
sporting
his
harpoon
like
a
marshal
's
baton
.
I
quickley
followed
suit
,
and
descending
into
the
bar-room
accosted
the
grinning
landlord
very
pleasantly
.
I
cherished
no
malice
towards
him
,
though
he
had
been
skylarking
with
me
not
a
little
in
the
matter
of
my
bedfellow
.
However
,
a
good
laugh
is
a
mighty
good
thing
,
and
rather
too
scarce
a
good
thing
;
the
more
's
the
pity
.
So
,
if
any
one
man
,
in
his
own
proper
person
,
afford
stuff
for
a
good
joke
to
anybody
,
let
him
not
be
backward
,
but
let
him
cheerfully
allow
himself
to
spend
and
to
be
spent
in
that
way
.
And
the
man
that
has
anything
bountifully
laughable
about
him
,
be
sure
there
is
more
in
that
man
than
you
perhaps
think
for
.
The
bar-room
was
now
full
of
the
boarders
who
had
been
dropping
in
the
night
previous
,
and
whom
I
had
not
as
yet
had
a
good
look
at
.
They
were
nearly
all
whalemen
;
chief
mates
,
and
second
mates
,
and
third
mates
,
and
sea
carpenters
,
and
sea
coopers
,
and
sea
blacksmiths
,
and
harpooneers
,
and
ship
keepers
;
a
brown
and
brawny
company
,
with
bosky
beards
;
an
unshorn
,
shaggy
set
,
all
wearing
monkey
jackets
for
morning
gowns
.
You
could
pretty
plainly
tell
how
long
each
one
had
been
ashore
.
This
young
fellow
's
healthy
cheek
is
like
a
sun-toasted
pear
in
hue
,
and
would
seem
to
smell
almost
as
musky
;
he
can
not
have
been
three
days
landed
from
his
Indian
voyage
.
That
man
next
him
looks
a
few
shades
lighter
;
you
might
say
a
touch
of
satin
wood
is
in
him
.
In
the
complexion
of
a
third
still
lingers
a
tropic
tawn
,
but
slightly
bleached
withal
;
he
doubtless
has
tarried
whole
weeks
ashore
.
But
who
could
show
a
cheek
like
Queequeg
?
which
,
barred
with
various
tints
,
seemed
like
the
Andes
'
western
slope
,
to
show
forth
in
one
array
,
contrasting
climates
,
zone
by
zone
.
"
Grub
,
ho
!
"
now
cried
the
landlord
,
flinging
open
a
door
,
and
in
we
went
to
breakfast
.
They
say
that
men
who
have
seen
the
world
,
thereby
become
quite
at
ease
in
manner
,
quite
self-possessed
in
company
.
Not
always
,
though
:
Ledyard
,
the
great
New
England
traveller
,
and
Mungo
Park
,
the
Scotch
one
;
of
all
men
,
they
possessed
the
least
assurance
in
the
parlor
.
But
perhaps
the
mere
crossing
of
Siberia
in
a
sledge
drawn
by
dogs
as
Ledyard
did
,
or
the
taking
a
long
solitary
walk
on
an
empty
stomach
,
in
the
negro
heart
of
Africa
,
which
was
the
sum
of
poor
Mungo
's
performances
--
this
kind
of
travel
,
I
say
,
may
not
be
the
very
best
mode
of
attaining
a
high
social
polish
.
Still
,
for
the
most
part
,
that
sort
of
thing
is
to
be
had
anywhere
.
These
reflections
just
here
are
occasioned
by
the
circumstance
that
after
we
were
all
seated
at
the
table
,
and
I
was
preparing
to
hear
some
good
stories
about
whaling
;
to
my
no
small
surprise
nearly
every
man
maintained
a
profound
silence
.
And
not
only
that
,
but
they
looked
embarrassed
.
Yes
,
here
were
a
set
of
sea-dogs
,
many
of
whom
without
the
slightest
bashfulness
had
boarded
great
whales
on
the
high
seas
--
entire
strangers
to
them
--
and
duelled
them
dead
without
winking
;
and
yet
,
here
they
sat
at
a
social
breakfast
table
--
all
of
the
same
calling
,
all
of
kindred
tastes
--
looking
round
as
sheepishly
at
each
other
as
though
they
had
never
been
out
of
sight
of
some
sheepfold
among
the
Green
Mountains
.
A
curious
sight
;
these
bashful
bears
,
these
timid
warrior
whalemen
!
