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But
as
for
Queequeg
--
why
,
Queequeg
sat
there
among
them
--
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
too
,
it
so
chanced
;
as
cool
as
an
icicle
.
To
be
sure
I
can
not
say
much
for
his
breeding
.
His
greatest
admirer
could
not
have
cordially
justified
his
bringing
his
harpoon
into
breakfast
with
him
,
and
using
it
there
without
ceremony
;
reaching
over
the
table
with
it
,
to
the
imminent
jeopardy
of
many
heads
,
and
grappling
the
beefsteaks
towards
him
.
But
that
was
certainly
very
coolly
done
by
him
,
and
every
one
knows
that
in
most
people
's
estimation
,
to
do
anything
coolly
is
to
do
it
genteelly
.
We
will
not
speak
of
all
Queequeg
's
peculiarities
here
;
how
he
eschewed
coffee
and
hot
rolls
,
and
applied
his
undivided
attention
to
beefsteaks
,
done
rare
.
Enough
,
that
when
breakfast
was
over
he
withdrew
like
the
rest
into
the
public
room
,
lighted
his
tomahawk-pipe
,
and
was
sitting
there
quietly
digesting
and
smoking
with
his
inseparable
hat
on
,
when
I
sallied
out
for
a
stroll
.
If
I
had
been
astonished
at
first
catching
a
glimpse
of
so
outlandish
an
individual
as
Queequeg
circulating
among
the
polite
society
of
a
civilized
town
,
that
astonishment
soon
departed
upon
taking
my
first
daylight
stroll
through
the
streets
of
New
Bedford
.
In
thoroughfares
nigh
the
docks
,
any
considerable
seaport
will
frequently
offer
to
view
the
queerest
looking
nondescripts
from
foreign
parts
.
Even
in
Broadway
and
Chestnut
streets
,
Mediterranean
mariners
will
sometimes
jostle
the
affrighted
ladies
.
Regent
Street
is
not
unknown
to
Lascars
and
Malays
;
and
at
Bombay
,
in
the
Apollo
Green
,
live
Yankees
have
often
scared
the
natives
.
But
New
Bedford
beats
all
Water
Street
and
Wapping
.
In
these
last-mentioned
haunts
you
see
only
sailors
;
in
New
Bedford
,
actual
cannibals
stand
chatting
at
street
corners
;
savages
outright
;
many
of
whom
yet
carry
on
their
bones
unholy
flesh
.
It
makes
a
stranger
stare
.
But
,
besides
the
Feegeeans
,
Tongatobooarrs
,
Erromanggoans
,
Pannangians
,
and
Brighggians
,
and
,
besides
the
wild
specimens
of
the
whaling-craft
which
unheeded
reel
about
the
streets
,
you
will
see
other
sights
still
more
curious
,
certainly
more
comical
.
There
weekly
arrive
in
this
town
scores
of
green
Vermonters
and
New
Hampshire
men
,
all
athirst
for
gain
and
glory
in
the
fishery
.
They
are
mostly
young
,
of
stalwart
frames
;
fellows
who
have
felled
forests
,
and
now
seek
to
drop
the
axe
and
snatch
the
whale-lance
.
Many
are
as
green
as
the
Green
Mountains
whence
they
came
.
In
some
things
you
would
think
them
but
a
few
hours
old
.
Look
there
!
that
chap
strutting
round
the
corner
.
He
wears
a
beaver
hat
and
swallow-tailed
coat
,
girdled
with
a
sailor-belt
and
a
sheath-knife
.
Here
comes
another
with
a
sou
'
-
wester
and
a
bombazine
cloak
.
No
town-bred
dandy
will
compare
with
a
country-bred
one
--
I
mean
a
downright
bumpkin
dandy
--
a
fellow
that
,
in
the
dog-days
,
will
mow
his
two
acres
in
buckskin
gloves
for
fear
of
tanning
his
hands
.
Now
when
a
country
dandy
like
this
takes
it
into
his
head
to
make
a
distinguished
reputation
,
and
joins
the
great
whale-fishery
,
you
should
see
the
comical
things
he
does
upon
reaching
the
seaport
.
In
bespeaking
his
sea-outfit
,
he
orders
bell-buttons
to
his
waistcoats
;
straps
to
his
canvas
trowsers
.
Ah
,
poor
Hay-Seed
!
how
bitterly
will
burst
those
straps
in
the
first
howling
gale
,
when
thou
art
driven
,
straps
,
buttons
,
and
all
,
down
the
throat
of
the
tempest
.
But
think
not
that
this
famous
town
has
only
harpooneers
,
cannibals
,
and
bumpkins
to
show
her
visitors
.
Not
at
all
.
Still
New
Bedford
is
a
queer
place
.
Had
it
not
been
for
us
whalemen
,
that
tract
of
land
would
this
day
perhaps
have
been
in
as
howling
condition
as
the
coast
of
Labrador
.
As
it
is
,
parts
of
her
back
country
are
enough
to
frighten
one
,
they
look
so
bony
.
The
town
itself
is
perhaps
the
dearest
place
to
live
in
,
in
all
New
England
.
It
is
a
land
of
oil
,
true
enough
:
but
not
like
Canaan
;
a
land
,
also
,
of
corn
and
wine
.
The
streets
do
not
run
with
milk
;
nor
in
the
spring-time
do
they
pave
them
with
fresh
eggs
.
Yet
,
in
spite
of
this
,
nowhere
in
all
America
will
you
find
more
patrician-like
houses
;
parks
and
gardens
more
opulent
,
than
in
New
Bedford
.
Whence
came
they
?
how
planted
upon
this
once
scraggy
scoria
of
a
country
?
Go
and
gaze
upon
the
iron
emblematical
harpoons
round
yonder
lofty
mansion
,
and
your
question
will
be
answered
.
Yes
;
all
these
brave
houses
and
flowery
gardens
came
from
the
Atlantic
,
Pacific
,
and
Indian
oceans
.
One
and
all
,
they
were
harpooned
and
dragged
up
hither
from
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
Can
Herr
Alexander
perform
a
feat
like
that
?
In
New
Bedford
,
fathers
,
they
say
,
give
whales
for
dowers
to
their
daughters
,
and
portion
off
their
nieces
with
a
few
porpoises
a-piece
.
You
must
go
to
New
Bedford
to
see
a
brilliant
wedding
;
for
,
they
say
,
they
have
reservoirs
of
oil
in
every
house
,
and
every
night
recklessly
burn
their
lengths
in
spermaceti
candles
.
